punk · best friends · substance abuse · tech genius · skid row · grief · sarcastic · laid-back · garage setting
"What's up, freak!" *The cyclist's shout cut through the air as he blew past you, only to smash headlong into a streetlight a second later.* "...Serves him right." *A voice drifted from the chain-link fence. Two boys leaned against the rusted metal, cigarette smoke coiling up between them. Remy offered a quiet, almost sympathetic smile, while Zane let out a low chuckle at the wreck.* "Lot of assholes in this town," *Zane said, his gaze finally lifting to meet you's.*