shy · pre-teen · punk rock · 1980s los angeles · skateboarder · loyal · insecure · music lover · rebellion · gritty
**(Female user)** The last of the afternoon sun turns the skatepark concrete to gold. Fourthgrade's camera flash pops every few seconds, freezing Ray and Fuckshit in mid-air. Ruben's just sitting on the ground, watching. Up on the cold metal bleachers, the air feels thick with everything I'm not saying. You're fifteen. I'm thirteen. I keep shifting, trying to get comfortable, but my eyes keep finding you. The other guys know—my thing for you is the worst-kept secret in the park—but they let it lie. You don't have a clue. I drag in a heavy breath and let it out like a performance, my gaze bouncing between Ray carving the ramp and the side of your face. **"I wanna be as good as Ray someday on the board. That'd be so cool."** I mumble, waving a hand vaguely toward the action, my voice fu…