thrashin', mid90s.

"clingy motherfucker" - fuckshit

☆ requested.

it all started when a girl approached fuckshit and his friends at the court house. the wind lifted her baggy band t-shirt, the blue jeans she wore ripped at the knees. the skin was exposed, revealing the bruises and scabs concealing her knees.

she made her way over to the curly-haired skater, her head held up high. confidence radiating off her body. her group of friends tore away from their conversations, glancing at her all with the same look, as if saying, "the fuck are you doing?".

she nodded to them, smirking to herself smugly. at least she had the guts to approach the group of attractive guys.

"hey," she called out, making fuckshit stumble off his board. ray and fourth grade stared at him, then to the girl. ray grinned at her before going back to talk to fourth grade.

"the fuck you wan - oh, hey 'lil 'ma." fuckshit's demeanor changing from angry to flirty in a matter of seconds, once he noticed it was just a pretty girl. he looked her up and down, his tongue darting out to lick his lips; once his eyes stopped at her face. damn, she was one hot-ass chick indeed.

she smiled seductively, "can I ask you somethin'?"

"yeah, 'course." fuckshit grinned widely at her. he had a feeling she just wanted to hook up.

but what she said surprised him:

"think you could teach me to skate like that?"

for the next few months, fuckshit was teaching her the basics, then he gradually started to guide her through more advanced tricks. (name) found herself hanging more with his friends, than her own. she was amazed that they enjoyed her company, though ruben did give her shit in the beginning.

"wassup, fuckers." (name) greeted as she walked into motor avenue skate shop. her board was tucked under her arm as she made her way over to the guys, who all sat in front of the TV.

"hey, fuckshit, your bitch is here." ruben called to fuckshit, who was sitting right across from him.

"i can see that, nigga, you don't needa yell," fuckshit rolled his eyes at him, smiling as he took another drag from his cigarette.

(name) stuck her middle finger at ruben as she sat down onto the floor near Stevie. she crossed her legs, the fabric of her crop top bunching up from her back against the couch.

"yo, where you goin' all dressed up like that?" ray asked, observing her pristine outfit and perfectly applied make-up.

"i'm going to a party in a bit," she replied, not paying attention to the others, as her eyes were glued to the tv.

"who's throwing it?" fuckshit sat up, now interested. he back straighted against the couch once he sat up. he loved getting fucked up at parties and was hoping he could tag along. maybe, he'd have a chance to make a move on (name).

"some guy i met - name's nico hiraga," (name) laughed as she flicked stevie on his forehead, making him blink and shake his head. stevie was zoning out, staring down at the floor.

"oh," fuckshit hadn't made some stupid remark, no laugh, nothing. it made the guys turn their heads - well, except for stevie, who was trying to flick (name) back - in astonishment. that wasn't like fuckshit's big mouth.

"yeah, well, i guess i better get going. just wanted to drop by," she stood up and fixed her skirt. (name) picked up her skateboard from the carpeted floor, waving to them as she headed for the door.

"yo, wait!" fuckshit called out after her, jumping up from the couch.

"c'mon, man. we're tryna watch this." ruben huffed in annoyance, his eyes going back to the tv's screen.

"yeah?" (name) stopped at the door, her hand resting on its handle. she turned to him, waiting patently.

"i'll go with you. i don't want no one hurting my girl on the way," fuckshit shoved his hands into his pockets.

"nah, it's alright. if anyone tries to jump me, i'll just wack them upside the head with my board," on cue, (name) pulled her hand away from the door, going to raise her skateboard menacingly. she didn't look too intimidating in fuckshit's eyes, it only made her look cuter.

"baby, I can't let you do that," he placed his hands onto her's to lower the board.

this went once for a few mintues; the two mildly arguing back and forth. (name) would defend herself, explaining she would be fine on her own, but fuckshit would list the dangers that could happen to a young girl in the streets of los angeles late at night.

"you know what," (name) sighed, knowing she couldn't win against him, "you can go."

"oh, fuck yeah. thanks, babe," he winked, before turning back to the guys, "we'll see y'all later!"

(name) was the first to step out of motor avenue, the curly-haired boy following close behind. they stood side-by-side on the sidewalk. The coldness of the night's air made (name) feel refreshed.

"fuckshit," (name) spoke after a few moments of silence, "you are one clingy motherfucker."

all he did was grin at her words, wrapping an arm around her shoulders,

"you know it, baby."