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sapnap - skater boy

FLUFF
IRL
TWS: LIGHT MENTION OF DEATH
X OC
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authors note
i like sapnap more
than most of my
classmates!
slash jay
or is it
😳
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WIND WHIPPED AROUND ME as I biked down the street, causing a few strands of my hair to fall in my face. I pushed them back behind my ear, grabbing the handlebar with my other hand so tightly my knuckles turned white. I mastered going one-handed ages ago, but I still get nervous. The fact that I could easily lose balance, fall, and die was one that made me quite uneasy. Sure, I had a helmet, but in all honesty, I'm not very confident in its ability to protect me. Ever since I saw a documentary about the horrors of getting a concussion, my worst fear lingers in the back of my mind at all times. Especially in times like these, when I'm speeding through the neighborhood on a somewhat unstable bike, wearing an obnoxiously heavy backpack that tilts from side to side when I turn corners.

My breath comes out in short gasps, inhaling and exhaling with a sense of urgency. Just seven more blocks and I'm there. Just seven more.

Seven used to be my favorite number, now not so much. It's my birthday date, January seventh, which I know is a very basic reason for liking it, but still. Seven is lucky, or so they say.

I'm at six more blocks now. Houses are blurry out of the corner of my eye, I'm going so fast that I can't make out details. Each follow the same rules, pastel color, impossibly bright green lawn that's littered with various toys and occasionally some flowers. It's the classic suburban look, and I envy it deeply. The brick apartment building I live in is gross, simply put. So unremarkable and plain that people passing by forget about it in a matter of seconds.

Five blocks more. I can feel sweat dripping down my forehead, I wipe it off with my sleeve and keep going. It's hot out, a miserable type of heat that makes me sluggish and bitchy. You can't expect anything else from Florida summers but-

"HEY!" A voice yells. The outburst catches me off guard, causing an unsettling adrenaline rush. Fearing the worst, like I always do, I navigate towards the side of the road and brake abruptly. I can't tell if the person is shouting at me or someone else, but either way, it's gonna take me a minute to collect myself.

Once I survey the scene around me, the situation becomes much clearer. A man stands a few feet away, clutching a skateboard to his chest. Next to him, half on the sidewalk and half on the street, is a car. A car that speeds away so quickly after I notice it that I barely get a glimpse of the license plate. I feel a surge of indignation within me, the driver is obviously in the wrong here, and they just gets to rev off into the distance, leaving the man by himself. Staring at said man, I look away and blush when he returns the eye contact.

It would just be rude if I ignored him now, now that he's seen me and I've seen him. It would just be rude, and I am anything but, so my morals command me to lean my bike against a street sign and walk over to where he is.

"Are you okay?" I ask, somewhat of a dumb question. From his body language, I can tell that he's shaken. I've had my fair share of almost car accidents, on foot and on bike, so I can relate to his predicament.

Despite my lame inquiry, a smile creeps onto his face and he replies kindly, "Yeah I'm fine. Just another Florida asshole, you know, can't remember basic rules of the road." I blush, again, this time for no particular reason. Perhaps it's the way he looks at me, eyes seemingly staring into my soul. It takes me a moment to recover before speaking.