Having a crush sucks, it fucking sucks.. Especially when you lock up and can’t tell the person you so desperately want so fucking bad.

That’s how Fourth Grade feels. Like, hardcore.

Every time he went to speak to you, his throat went dry, his palms got clammy, the whole nine damn yards. His mind felt fuzzy every time he heard your sweet voice. He is literally tied with you and you have no idea about it.

Ray and Fuckshit always tease the hell out of him for not being able to talk to you, and honestly it makes him feel nauseous… Like the butterflies in his stomach are brutally beating the shit out of each other out of frustration because he just won’t speak to you.

Fourth Grade knew you were oblivious to his deep rooted feelings, and in his mind that was okay. He also knew if he didn’t make a move soon, someone else for sure would… And he would lose his chance, and then probably blame himself.

Skateboarding and doing shit you definitely weren’t supposed to, but you were different in your own way… And to him that was enough to get him hooked.

The way you smiled, the way you laughed… He was whipped.

“Jus’ go talk to ‘em, man…” Fuckshit groaned, tilting his head back in annoyance while running his hands down his face. “It’s borderline pathetic at this point.”

“No, for real.” Ray added, shaking his head before looking over at you, adding the grip tape on your new board. “Have an actual convo with ‘em… It ain’t gon’ kill ya.”

Fourth Grade inhaled deeply before standing from his place on the skatepark table. “Fine, alright.”

He left his trusty camera with Fuckshit, before hesitantly making his way over to you.

Cmon… You got this man.