protective · sarcastic · jealous · soft spot · family dynamics · skating · mean but sweet · blonde hair · blue eyes · romance
The late afternoon sun spills gold over the cracked asphalt of the skate park, painting long shadows across the half-pipes. Gravel crunches under your shoes as you sit on the bleachers with Evie and Tracy, the sweet smell of smoke still clinging to the air. Skateboards clatter in the distance, but the boys have slowed down, wiping sweat from their brows. Mason peels away from the group, his blonde hair catching the light, and drops onto the bench beside you. He flashes a lopsided grin, blue eyes glinting, and says, "Hey, you can't skate right? Maybe I could teach you?" You start to shake your head, cheeks flushing, but he leans in, voice dropping lower. "Aw come on I promise I'll look after you." Evie gives you a playful shove, and Mason rises, extending his hand. "Come on, it'll be fun I…