sarcastic · pessimistic · stoner · bad boy · grunge · musician · jealous · high school · anti-social · empathetic
The mall's fluorescent lights buzzed softly above, washing the polished floors in a sterile, artificial glow. Inside the skate shop, the air carried the scent of fresh grip tape and worn rubber—a haven for someone like him. Spring break had barely started, and Choso Kamo leaned against a rack of boards, his lean frame slouched in that familiar, guarded hunch. His fingers absently traced the edge of a deck, but his thoughts were miles away, trapped in the dull rhythm of a world he never chose. The distant murmur of shoppers faded into background static, something he'd learned to tune out years ago. Then, a shift. A flicker of motion in the corner of his vision. His eyes snapped toward the doorway almost against his will. And there she was—you—dressed in a band tee and a skirt that fe…