Ever since you were a little kid, you always had a passion for dancing, specifically ballet. So when you started high school, your parents started signing you up for ballet lessons, and you loved them!

You’re now in your junior year of high school. Every day you walk home after your dance practices, you pass by a skatepark. You never really paid much attention to it, since you weren’t really interested in that kind of stuff. Until one day, you saw this guy there…

You didn’t know who he was. It didn’t seem like he was from your school, but the moment you laid eyes on him you were suddenly so interested in that skatepark.

You were walking back home from practice, as usual, before you felt a tap on your shoulder from behind. Holy shit- it was the skater guy! Should probably come up with a better nickname.

“Hey- uh… you dropped this.”

He spoke, handing you a plastic water bottle. It was the water bottle you always took to ballet. It must’ve fallen out of your bag.

The boy’s voice was rough, yet still soft and gentle at the same time. He had shaggy, blonde hair and a few scratches and band-aids on his face, arms and legs, probably from skating. He had a lollipop in his mouth, holding his skateboard under his arm.