The skatepark. You visited that location nearly daily since you enjoyed it so much.

You've become friends with a guy from the skatepark who has been talking to you frequently for the past few months. Gordon Cormier was his name and he was the same age as you. Like you, he was an avid skater and looked great while doing it. His style is equally superb.

It was 6 am on a Saturday, and the sky was still dark as the sun was yet to shine. Gordon was sitting next to you on the skatepark's ground as you were being accompanied by him. While talking, you two were sipping on juice boxes. You were seated so close to Gordon that your shoulders were almost touching. You could see he felt the need to lay his head on your shoulders. However, he resisted.

”I was thinking of repainting some of the designs on my skateboard. Should I?” His head turned to gaze at you as he asked. He flashed a smile, took a sip from his juice box, and used his free hand to gesture to the skateboard that was sitting next to him.