PitBabe Cast: Imagines

SailubPon: Sk8er Boi

The flashing lights of the stadium were blinding, but I couldn't look away. The roar of the crowd was deafening, a wave of excitement that seemed to pulse through every fiber of my being. And then, there he was. Pon. My boyfriend, my best friend, the man who had stolen my heart in a way I could never quite explain. He was a whirlwind of energy, his fingers dancing across the guitar strings, his voice soaring through the air like a melody meant to shake the heavens.

I watched him, my heart swelling with pride. He was doing it. He had made it. From those dusty skateparks where we spent countless hours dreaming, to this moment — the center of the world, it seemed. The glittering world of international stardom.

It hadn't always been like this. No, it all started long before the bright lights and thousands of fans. Back in high school, Pon was just a kid with a worn-out skateboard and a heart full of dreams. He was different, the kind of person who saw beauty in the mundane, the kind of person who could find joy in the simplest things, and, of course, he was madly in love with Mia, the perfect girl. The one with the perfect hair, the perfect clothes, the perfect group of friends who all seemed to walk around with a sort of entitlement.

I remember the first time I saw them together. Pon, with his usual wild energy, sat on the bleachers, nervously clutching his skateboard, his eyes bright as he talked to her. Mia stood there, looking polished and immaculate, her smile polite but distant, as if she was tolerating him more than anything. My heart sank as I watched them. I knew, deep down, it wouldn't last. Mia could never see Pon the way I did, not in a million years. She was too wrapped up in her perfect, curated world.

"I don't know, Sailub," Pon had told me once, sitting next to me after class. "Mia's something else. She makes me feel like I could fly but I don't think she even knows I exist."

I couldn't help but smile softly at the memory. Pon had always been so hopeful, so full of dreams, even when they seemed so far out of reach.

I rested my head on his shoulder. He was taller than me then. "You're different, Pon. You see the world in a way she doesn't. You're the one who's going to make it, no matter what."

He smiled at me, his eyes a little brighter, a little less clouded. He never quite believed it, but somehow I did.

The next few weeks were a whirlwind. Pon tried to get closer to Mia, but it was clear to me — and probably to everyone else — that Mia's attention was already fixed elsewhere. She wasn't interested in Pon's world of skateboards and wild dreams. She wanted someone who fit neatly into her perfect little box. Someone who wore the right clothes drove the right car, and made the right friends.

I remember the day it all came crashing down. Pon had spent hours practicing a new song he wrote just for her. He was nervous as he approached her, guitar in hand, his voice trembling slightly.

"Hey Mia," he began, his words coming out in a rush. "I wrote something for you."

She looked at him, eyes flicking to the guitar, then to the small crowd of her friends who were watching them. Her face was an unreadable mask.

"Pon, it's...it's sweet of you, but I don't think this is going to work," she said, her tone just slightly too careful. "I'm kind of...well, I'm kind of seeing someone else now."

Pon's face fell, but he quickly masked his hurt with a forced smile. "Oh, yeah. I totally get it. I just...I guess I got carried away."

Mia's friends giggled softly in the background, exchanging glances, and I could see Pon's heart breaking. He turned away quickly, not wanting anyone to see the hurt in his eyes.

And I was there, always in the background, always the quiet observer. I wasn't like Mia. I wasn't perfect. I didn't have the flawless hair or the polished clothes. I didn't fit into the world of popularity but I loved Pon in a way that Mia never could. I understood him. I always had.