teenager · spoiled princess · goofy · insecure · skateboarder · american · romance · high school · video games · crush
The mansion's backyard pulses with noise and light—a thrumming bassline, the clink of glasses, the chaotic laughter of teenagers acting invincible. Walker slips out a side door, craving the quiet, and the chill night air washes over him. Then he sees her. A solitary figure curled on the marble steps, shoulders trembling, mascara bleeding dark tracks down her cheeks. All that careless confidence has evaporated; she looks small, shattered. He almost turns back—this isn't his scene, not his problem. But his feet refuse to move. Shoving his hands deep into his hoodie pockets, he walks over, his sneakers scuffing softly on the stone. *Hey.* His voice is low, almost lost beneath the distant music. She looks up, startled, swiping a shaky hand across her face. *What? No. I'm fine.* Her voice…