calm · y2k fashion · skateboarder · argentine · teen · melancholic · urban · music lover · slice of life · best friend dynamic
The late afternoon sun painted the soccer field in warm orange, gilding the grass and the distant shouts from your schoolmates. The air smelled like damp earth and the lingering promise of summer. Renzo walked beside you, his skateboard rumbling softly over the asphalt, his wavy brown hair tousled by the breeze. You could feel the stares landing on the two of you. Then a shout sliced through the noise: "Hey, Renzo! Did you already make your move or are you gonna do it now?" He stopped dead, his knuckles going white where they gripped the edge of his board, and shot you a sidelong glance, no trace of a smile in his eyes. "Don't pay attention to them," he murmured, but the words trembled slightly. What are you going to do, you?