𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: while he teaches you how to skateboard, you let your little crush slip out like the wheels from under your feet
𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒: fluff, friends to more, mutual/returned feelings
𝐂𝐖: cussing
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there's no one left in the skate park as the light begins to fade from the sky. nearby street lamps turn on and birdsong transitions into the chirping of crickets. the air feels damp and electric as dark clouds cover the sky like a blanket.
"i think it's gonna rain," zenix mutters, squinting up to find no moon in the sky.
you stare at his face, observing every feature and flaw as his focus remains up above. when he gets no response from you he tilts his head back down, face wrinkling at you in confused annoyance.
"hello? did you just go brain-dead or some shit?" he questions, making you lightly shake your head and pretend to snap out of zoning out.
"i was just thinking about... someone."
you miss how his face nearly flinches at your words, his frown deepening as his arched eyebrows flatten in disappointment.
"someone?" he quotes you, scoffing as he tries to play off the drop in his mood. "no wonder you keep messing up, having you been thinking about some... crush of yours this whole time?"
you don't miss the jealous intonation in his voice, however, making a strange confidence brew in you.
"maybe..." you trail, steadying yourself back on the skateboard below you by once again holding on to zenix's arms.
you're sure by now that you could probably at least balance yourself on the board on your own, but he doesn't have to know that. your leading foot shifts as you position yourself to push off. you look back up at him with a confused frown, however, when he takes a step back away from you.
"nah, i'm not gonna hold your hands this time, try and do it on your own," he shrugs, hands dropping to his sides as he stares down at your uncertain feet.
despite the uncaring nonchalance that he tried to display, he walked alongside you as you slowly and clumsily attempted to skate forward on your own.
"i'm doing it!" you cheer, pumping your fists in celebration and consequentially losing your balance.
you brace yourself as the board slips out from beneath your feet, expecting broken skin and bruises in a second. instead, zenix quickly reacts, arms shooting forward and hooking under yours. your face meets his chest instead of the concrete, an alternative that was much more welcome in your book.
"that thing's a death machine," you mutter in embarrassment as he lifts you to your feet.
"or you're too busy thinking about some stupid crush rather than balancing," he mutters. "or you're just uncoordinated as hell. or both."
