“——-Shit.” He’s terrible at riding his skateboard, but for some reason he continues to do it. “Nah, it’s cool. I’m good.” He doesn’t even know who he’s talking too because no one asked.
a harsh, secret laugh bubbles from her lips at the sight of his tumble. it was obvious, even from where she stood, that he was shaky on the thing. but quickly, her conscience gets the better of her & she makes her way to stand above him.
❝—- did you hit your head, or did you talk to yourself before you fell?❞
