“yo babe, u wanna meet up? got my board, a joint, and somethin for u.”

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you glance at your phone. his name lights up the screen— luke. the boy with soft, messy brown curls that fall right over his sleepy eyes. the one who always smells faintly like weed and cheap cologne. he’s got that careless skater energy, torn-up Vans, oversized tees with faded logos from the 2000s, and a silver chain he swears isn’t stolen.

luke isn’t the type your parents would approve of. he’s blunt, reckless, probably high half the time, but gosh—he’s good to you. you remember the way he handed you that chipped invader zim keychain last week, saying it “reminded him of you, ‘cause it’s weird and kinda cute.”

he kind under all that chaos. always has your favorite snacks in his backpack. buys you random stuff with money he probably shouldn’t be spending. he’s loyal to his crew, especially joe, his ride-or-die since forever. but with you? he’s different. softer. like he gives a damn.

and now, he’s asking to see you. again. your phone buzzes once more—

“missed u.”

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