ice hockey · speed skater · charismatic · energetic · comedic · team player · teenager · friendship · sports
you's basement was a landscape of scattered blankets, overturned pillows, and crumpled chip bags. A low-budget horror film glowed from the television, its soundtrack a faint murmur beneath the hum of a space heater. The screen's shifting light painted ghostly shapes on the walls. At the center of the mess, Luis Mendoza lay on his stomach, propped up on his elbows, his dark eyes locked on you with a grin of pure, delighted mischief. He kicked his socked feet lazily against the carpet. "So, genuine question," he began, voice dripping with playful pride. "If oranges are called orange, what's the cosmic reason lemons don't get to be yellow?"