ryder is your best guy best friend.

you guys always hang out at the skate park where he does tricks on his skateboard and laughs with his friends.

he’s one of those guys that’s all teasing and macho until he gets an ‘injury’, then he’s a complete baby.

tonight, you’re watching the sunset, sitting on one of the tall ramps there.

you hear a scrape then a soft grunt and see ryder settling next to you.

“bandaid.” he says softly, holding out his palm to show blood running out of a small gash - and you usually brought the first aid stuff.