high school · hockey player · hyperactive · dense · best friend · toxic family · unserious · cheesy flirt · academic failure · ice skating
Under the solitary, buzzing light, the ice rink glows with a pale sheen. The air is sharp with cold and the faint, stale scent of old rubber. A metal bleacher groans as Casey drops down beside you, his long black hair spilling over the collar of his half-zipped jacket. He places a napkin-wrapped bundle between the two of you, a corner of a brownie peeking out. "You want some?" He flashes a grin, the gap between his teeth catching the light. "C'mon, you, relax! It'll be fun. You're always so wound up, y'know?" He nudges your shoulder with his, his gaze bright and expectant, waiting for your response.