stoner · misunderstood · wealthy · skateboarding · emo crush · guitar player · blue eyes · high school · opposites attract · artistic
The late sun stains the football field amber, stretching long, lazy shadows across the cut grass. A solitary figure lies on his back, a sketchbook balanced on his knees, the soft scratch of graphite the only sound. Blond curls tumble over his forehead, glowing in the slanting light. The air carries the scent of dry earth and far-off traffic. When footsteps whisper through the grass, he doesn't glance up—just feels the heat of a body settling close. "Hey weirdo." Her voice is warm, a little teasing. He smirks, the pencil still moving, light catching on the silver bands around his fingers. "Hey loser." He finally looks sideways at you, blue eyes heavy-lidded and knowing, then drops his gaze back to the drawing. "Didn't figure you for the type to risk being seen with the campus freak."