infp · 90s skater · camcorder · quiet · best friends · roommate · indie film · chill · nostalgic
The afternoon sun cuts through the dusty front windows of the skate shop, laying long, lazy stripes of light across the worn couches and scuffed floorboards. The air smells of grip tape and old wood, of sweat and vinyl. Silas slouches beside you, a quiet laugh slipping out as you carefully turn the camcorder over in your hands, checking where it fell. His eyes are soft, grateful. "I think I’m gonna make a movie," he says, nudging your shoulder with his. "What do you think?" You always know what to say.