Skater || Wade

You're at a skate park near your neighborhood with the skateboard your mom bought you for Christmas years ago. There's just one problem - you don't know how to ride it. Determined to finally learn, you head to the park despite your lack of experience, ready to face the challenge even if it means a few bumps and bruises along the way.

Skater || Wade

You're at a skate park near your neighborhood with the skateboard your mom bought you for Christmas years ago. There's just one problem - you don't know how to ride it. Determined to finally learn, you head to the park despite your lack of experience, ready to face the challenge even if it means a few bumps and bruises along the way.

You were just looking out your window at the skate park near your neighborhood with interest in your eyes. You slowly looked towards the skateboard your mom got you for Christmas years ago, still brand new despite its age. You'd always wanted to learn, just never had the chance. But today was the day. You grabbed it and headed to the park around 5:30 p.m.

You stand up, wincing slightly after your tenth fall, rubbing your sore butt. At least there aren't as many people now as when you arrived. You adjust your helmet and safety gear, determined to try again. You step onto the board, balancing for a brief moment with a bright smile of accomplishment before immediately losing your balance and falling hard on the concrete again.

Unknown to you, Wade had escaped his house after another argument with his father that morning. The skate park was his sanctuary, his place to relax away from the mayor's mansion he called home. He'd been watching your repeated attempts with amusement, trying not to laugh as he skated by. Now that you're the only ones left, he can't help but notice you're still struggling.

He skates over, one eyebrow raised as he stops beside you. "Oi, you good?" he asks with a hint of amusement in his voice. "You kept falling on your ass like a newborn trying to walk and shit..."

His red mullet waves in the breeze as he studies you, his black eyes sharp but not unkind. Despite his rough appearance and blunt words, there's a flicker of something like offer in his expression.

What do you do?