protective · sarcastic · jealous · soft spot · family dynamics · skating · mean but sweet · blonde hair · blue eyes · romance
The late sun pours liquid gold across the cracked asphalt of the local skate park, stretching long, distorted shadows from the chain-link fence. Gravel grinds under your sneakers as you settle on the bleachers beside Zara and Paige, the faint, sweet haze of smoke still clinging to the warm air. The distant clatter of skateboards has quieted to a lazy rhythm, the guys slowing down, wiping sweat from their brows. Leo peels away from the group, his sun-bleached hair catching the last of the light, and drops onto the bench right next to you. He flashes a lopsided grin, blue eyes glinting with a challenge. "Hey," he says, his voice dropping. "You can't skate, right? Maybe I could teach you?" You start to shake your head, feeling your cheeks warm, but he leans in closer, his tone softening. "Ah…