𝐓𝐚𝐥𝐤 𝐓𝐨 𝐍𝐨𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 ; ᶠᵘᶜᵏˢʰᶦᵗ

vii ; i am romantic, fuck you

A few days later, when it was hot out and all the guys needed a break from skating for a minute, they'd gone to a Tex-Mex street taco place they'd never been to before. Gabe was talking to Fuckshit how he wanted to try it, and that started a joke with Ruben somehow.

So, as they sat at their table in the warm air, Stevie was slurping down on his coca cola and soft tacos. Gabe, sitting on Stevie's right, was eating tamales and a little salad with a Styrofoam cup of water. Ray was on the little brunette's left, also trying out the tamales. Fuckshit was being a little bitch for some reason and resorted to nachos, because he "wasn't hungry". Ruben and Fourthgrade were both eating hard tacos with rice on the side.

Fuckshit was slowly gliding down the sidewalk, and kickflipped into some guy's leg.

"Oh, sorry! My bad, my bad"

"Yo, what the fuck?"

"Hey, wassup ***?"

Gabe slowly sets his plastic fork down, looking up at Fuckshit trying to beef with the random guy. He was about 17-19, buzzed hair, white, wearing a jacket, jeans, and some stupid t-shirt underneath.

Ray lightly laughs, "Yo, you gonna let this blonde bitch talk to you like that?"

The guy keeps looking back at the table, mostly at Stevie. Gabe looks from between the guy and Stevie, connecting the dots in his head as he takes another sip of his drink. The guy ends up walking off, back in the direction where he came from.

Fuckshit sits down, sitting his board back down as well. "Fuck was that, bro?"

The guys stay quiet, wanting to eat.

Some time later, back at Motorz, Gabe catches Stevie while he's skating alone.

"Hey, uh, that guy earlier kept looking at you, and you were kinda looking at him weird. Should I be worried?" He keeps his voice in a hushed tone, not wanting to assume anything or announce it to the rest of the group.

Stevie slows down on his new board. "Oh, uh, it was my brother,"

Gabe's eyes slightly widen, "Oh, damn."

"He's gonna say something about it to my mom or something" He mumbles, "Cause all of you are older than me and stuff"

Gabe nods.

"Yo, Miles! Baby, come over here!" Fuckshit shouts from across the yard, catching the older brunette's attention.

Gabe rolls his eyes, pulling Stevie along as he skates over to the other guys.

"What?"

"Come here" Fuckshit laughs, throwing his blunt to the ground, quickly stomping it out.

Gabe picks his board up as Fuckshit tumbles into him in a side hug. "Heyyyyy."

"What's this about?" Gabe asks.

"Who's more romantic? Me or Ray?" The blonde quickly asks.

The brunette swiftly answers, "Probably Ray"

Fuckshit dramatically gasps and looks up to Gabe, before glancing at Ray and back. "Fuck do you mean? Babe, I'm constantly telling you how sexy you are and shit and you pick him over me?"

Gabe lightly smiles, "Yeah, but you do it in random little bursts only to make fun of me, and it's only little compliments. Ray's like, the dude to take you out on a nice date and be all actually romantic" He slightly shrugs as Fuckshit fully pulls away from him.

"***, I will show you romantic" The curly haired boy grabs the brunette's wrist, slightly shocking him. "Uh uh" He quickly pulls him inside as the other guys laugh, and leads him into the back room. "Put on the best shit you have. I'll be back in like, an hour"