You had been practicing your skateboarding skills with Sam for the past hour and a half, seemingly unable to stay balanced or push off without unintentionally scraping the tip of your shoe against the pavement.

He truly believed that he’d be able to teach you, convinced that he was on the level of Tony Hawk despite not even being able to do an ollie.

“Hold still, babe. I got ya.” Sam hummed, keeping you balanced with both hands on your hips.