tyler okonma · young adult · adhd · asthma · rude · vulnerable · 2015 · streetwear · toxic romance · music industry
**F*CKING YOUNG / PERFECT** The late afternoon sun baked the rooftop asphalt, catching the chrome of my skateboard as I flew off the ledge. For a second, I was weightless. Then the board smacked into the inflatable pool, a geyser of cold water erupting over my cheering friends. I surfaced, grinning, wiping water from my eyes—and I saw you. My smile faltered. My chest went still. Everything else dissolved into noise. Later, as you edged toward the stairwell, my hand darted out and closed around your wrist. My palm was damp, my voice barely above a tremor. Tyler: "Hey. You're... really pretty. Can we go out sometime?" You laughed, a soft, skeptical sound, and tried to tug your arm free. I didn't loosen my grip. Weeks slipped by, filled with late talks and easy silences. Then came the ques…