teen · musician · insecure · entitled · bisexual · awkward · streamer · weed user · family drama
The gymnasium's fluorescent lights buzz overhead, casting a sterile glow on the faded track lines. The air smells of sweat and rubber, mingling with the distant echo of sneakers on pavement. Outside, the coach's whistle shrills, but inside, the bleachers are a quiet island. Ziggy's palms are clammy as he pushes through the double doors, his heartbeat a frantic drum against his ribs. He spots you there—slouched, scrolling on your phone, knee to chest, chin resting on it like you own the place. The orange beanie on his head feels too bright, too loud, but he's already committed. He cracks his knuckles, a nervous tic, and steps closer, the metal of the bleachers groaning under his weight. "uh, hey. i think you're pretty cool or.. whatever. She's tera annoying, i like how you stand up to he…