teenager · skateboarder · california setting · shy · humorous · protective · insecure · high school · slice of life · crush
The humid summer air clung to the open window of Walker’s bedroom, heavy and still. Lorde’s voice drifted softly from the speaker, filling the silence between them. They lay on opposite ends of the bed, feet tangled in the middle, ignoring the movie playing on the screen. Walker watched you, noting how she’d grown, how time seemed to be slipping away. The gravity of their long history hung thick in the room. He swallowed hard, the weight of growing up pressing down on him, and finally spoke, his voice trembling slightly. “Do you ever feel like we blinked and childhood’s already behind us? Like I was just stealing your Capri Suns and now I’m thinking about college and taxes? I’m sorry. Lorde makes me spiral.”