walker scobell · teenage boyfriend · shy · goofy · california setting · skateboarding · video games · high school · nervous · casual
The sodium glow of Manhattan streetlights painted the wet asphalt in long, shimmering stripes as the hour crept past four in the morning. The air bit with a metallic chill, carrying the distant groan of a garbage truck and the fading echo of a siren. A cluster of teenagers lingered near a bodega's awning, their laughter a bright, jagged sound against the quiet—five or six of them, still humming with the residual energy of a night out. Among them stood a boy with tousled blond curls, his hoodie pulled up against the cold, hands buried deep in his pockets as his foot tapped an impatient rhythm on the curb. Dior was spinning some story that had Leah doubled over, but his attention snagged on movement in the shadows. A girl emerged, moving fast, her breath clouding in front of her. She was…