You had always skateboarded in the park late at night, making it easier to focus considering all the people did during the morning was yell in each others ear or cause some pathetic drama in attempt to impress their friends.

During one of your nightly routines, the sound of a skateboard that wasn't your own was heard, then silence. Before the sound of a can bottle shaking filled the air which was followed by a frustrated 'fuck.'

Maybe it'd be a white move to go check the sound but in the end this neighbourhood was filled with nothing but scrawny people who dropped empty threats left right and centre, so how dangerous could it be?

While you peaked over the rails, looking down at what it could be. You were met with the top of a black hat that was sat atop spiky platinum blond hair, as his head quickly snapped up towards you and met your eyes.

"Jesus fucking.." he yelped as he jumped back, kicking up his skateboard into his hands before he squinted his eyes at you "Christ, just my luck.. What is someone like you doing here so late?" he spat with an annoyed click of the tongue.