"At any rate, it sounds more exciting than where I live. And stop with that, I'm not that interesting once you get past the tats." They gestured vaguely as if to say, What is it that you want from me?, revealing a split black-and-white skull tattoo on their inner left forearm, and faint scars and clusters of Band-Aids on their right.
"Yeah right. Then neither am I, handsome. Everyone is interesting. You're a cool rockafella. Someone I can get down with. But I don't know you. Not all that well. I know your surface and a whisp of insecurities, but. That's easy. Past that I have no idea. A walking mystery. What I call a nightwalker. Living in your shadows. But they don't call me Sunny for just ANY reason. You'll be lit up like the moon if ya hang around me long enough." She then leaned over, kissed his cheek, and walked off.
Eyes wide, Jamie watched her walk away as their face reddened. Once she was out of sight, they let out a single laugh of surprise and ran their fingers shakily through their hair. They took a few moments to replay what had just happened in their head before getting up, walking back to the street, and tossing their board on the ground, thus beginning the long journey home.
She watched him roll the opposite direction and yelled. "SEE YA ROUND MA DUDE!" Before heading on home, where she hoped her siblings had stopped fighting. Friday came around almost too fast but waaaay too slow, and as soon as school had finished, he raced home, threw down his bag, and began to plan out his outfit for his date. He ate an early lunch at 4 after being yelled at to do his schoolwork for an hour before he got ready for the date. Which left him with an hour to be ready and head out the door. He'd be late to the skate park but he didn't really care. If he liked him he'd wait. He threw on his usual black and green converse high tops, and some jeans that were painted and drawn in sharpie all over. A memory from last year. He pulled those on, grabbed his binder and squeezed into that, then threw on a black tank top and a blue and green button up plaid shirt, leaving it open. He donned a beanie, and messed with it in his stand up mirror to make sure that his pink hair stuck out, and then nabbed his little wrist purse which was really the only girly thing about him. After putting on a pair of silver star earrings he was ready to go. He stuffed all the cash into a black leather wallet, jammed it into his pocket, and packed a shoulder string bag with extra shoes, a water bottle, a few granola bars, and just in case a pair of sweats and a t-shirt. He then bolted down stairs, put on his skates, and after yelling goodbye, skated off out the door and to the park. He also had plopped into his pocket and earbuds, and soon enough some Bikini Kill, a feminist punk rock band, was playing in his ears as he cruised on downtown.
Headphones on and lip-syncing to Florence + the Machine, Jamie got home at around five on Friday evening, after a post-school study session with a pair of friends for a chemistry test the next week. He let himself in through the holey back screen door, grabbed a Redbull out of the fridge, and downed it as he walked to his room. Once there, he threw his backpack into the corner and, looking down at his clothes, clicked his tongue and opened his closet to search for an acceptable outfit. He settled on a pair of ripped black jeans embroidered with roses, a black tee with a vaporwave print and the text BOYS DO CRY, and a denim jacket covered in spray paint that he tied around his waist. After putting his dusty Chuck Taylors back on, he stopped in front of the mirror to check his lip piercing, apply a liberal dose of eyeliner and, after a moment of thought, red eyeshadow as well. He was about to leave the room when he turned full circle and went back to his backpack, emptying it of its books and papers. He patted his pockets to ensure that his duct-tape wallet, keys, and his cracked phone were still there. On his way out the door, he tossed another Redbull, a can of Sprite, and a half-eaten bag of Doritos into it, grabbed his skateboard, and left, taking care to duck under the living room window where his mother was watching something about Trump.
Jaxsons siblings Starla and Ashton also joined, both on their own seperate boards. Ashton and Starla were also birth siblings and really close with Jax. Already Jaxson's skates were kicked off and they had him teetered onto both of their boards at the tallest ramp. Jaxson perked up when he saw Jamie. "Well hey it's the peanut butter to my jellYYYYY!!!!!" And at that instant Ashton and Starla pushed Jaxson down the ramp. He screamed as he sped down, went about halfway up the ramp on the otherside. "Oh shit…" And went back again. On the way back the boards split and shot off from under his ass in totally different directions. He then rolls off a bit and lays there. Starla and Ashton slid down the ramp and walked over to Jax. Ashton spoke up. "Hey cherry whore, you good?" Starla's golden eyes just stared down, and poked at Jaxson a bit with her foot. "Yeah yeah hey stop that Star! Left a good number of bruises. Anyways we gotta try that again but THIS time, push harder. Maybe if we push hard enough I can go flying over the ramp and hit the fence." Starla shook her head. "Jax did you get a concussion too or something? That wouldn't work mostly because the ramp over there would have to be lower and we both would have to practically chuck you for that." "Hmmm…" Jax sat there, lost in thought, having already forgotten about Jamie, standing there, watching his stupidity with his family in full action, Jaxson's rollerblades on the stairs leading up to the ramp, his green string bag laying on top of them.
Jamie cracked a smile, dropped his bag next to Jax's, and skated over to meet them. "'Sup, dude. I'm assuming these are your siblings?" He turned to them and snapped his fingers into finger guns. "Pleasure. I'm Jamie."
(i have the intuition that j would literally just play along and not mention ur char being genderfluid, so dw about that lol)
Starla laughed. "Awkward Bisexual finger guns. I dig. I'm Starla. That's Ashton. He's a cosmic whore." "HEY! You're just jealous my ass makes more bank then your stupid little science projects ever could." "Excuse me while you're creating your own trauma, I'm trying to save the world before we become greedy and kill it." Jax suddenly got up and stick a finger in both of their mouths. "Shut. The. Fuck. Up. I will not have you two ruining my date." He took his hand out and wiped off the drool,while Starla and Ashton both gagged and spit. "Jax you're disgusting." "Damn right I am. Fight at home." Jaxson then walked over and gave Jamie a hug. "It's good to see your handsome face again."
Taking their headphones completely off and letting them hang around their neck, Jamie laughed and returned the hug; Jax's head fit perfectly under their chin. "Good to see you too. Nice beanie, by the way. One of my friends has the same one."
"Oh this old thing?" It was a grey dingy beanie, covered mostly in pins and rattled with every movement. "Ashton gave it too me." The green haired cosmic whore shrugged. "It was either that or toss is." "Right because you could never be perceived as nice." "Damn right gotta keep myself as tight as my fine ass." Starla shook her head and dropped her board. "I'm gonna go try some new trick jumps. Cmon Smokey Bear." Ashton nabbed the other board and they both rolled off to the railings, as Jaxson stretched a bit. "Fucking binders…"
(sorry about the long wait! ive been getting a lot of tests and projects lately…i'll try to reply as soon as i can, which will hopefully be later today or tomorrow. thanks for the understanding <3)
(totally fine! Good luck with all that work and I patiently but excitedly await your response)
"So." Jamie playfully slapped Jaxson's shoulder. "Can you skate? Or do you stick with rollers?" They set their board down in front of the halfpipe and planted a foot on it.
"Rollers. Skating isn't dangerous enough." He kissed Jamie's cheek suddenly,and rolled away to go test out just how fast he can get on the ramps.
They laughed softly, watching him skate away as their cheeks flushed pink, and put their headphones back on–leaving one ear off–before letting their board tip over the edge of the halfpipe.
It wasn't very long before Jaxson got bored, and you could see it on his face. He sighed as he chatted alongside his siblings, not sure what to talk about with Jamie. A lot of the siblings love form seemed to be roughhousing. And so they pushed eachother, argued, and seemed to be a terrible trio. But. If there was trouble to be found, then these three were constantly searching.
Jamie watched Jaxson and his siblings from afar for a few minutes before slowly skating up to them, flipping up his board, and sitting down cross-legged next to Jaxson, taking off his headphones. "You guys really are quite the group. Lucky to have each other, though. I've been alone my whole life." He laughed and ran his fingers through his hair James Dean-style.
(I thought Jamie was agender?) Jaxson shrugged. "Depends on who you ask. I would've liked less siblings more. 17 of them is way too much. I'm a bit bored of skating to be honest. I know a few people on this side of town, but honestly I just wanna spend time with you." He then leaned over and planted a kiss on Jamie's cheek, with a soft smile on his face.
(they're on the nb spectrum, they use both male and agender pronouns. im not sure when i changed that, sorry for not letting you know lmao)
Jamie smiled and, thinking to surprise him, decided to kiss him back on his forehead before leaning back, grinning, and grabbing the Redbull from their backpack. "Seventeen? You're shitting me."
(Oh that's fine! He/they pronouns are fine. I was just a tiny bit confused that's all.)
He smiled at the forehead kiss. "Wish I was. All of us are adopted except for Marianna but she's moved out by now. My only really…TRUE brother is my twin Evan. Though all of us are family." Suddenly Starla jumped on Jaxson's back like a koala. "Whaddya want Star?" "I'm fucking bored dude. Anything FUN around here? If we had the rest of the pack here totally different story, or if I KNEW someone other then whore over there." Ashton currently was talking to a guy by the fence, who was fondling Ashton a bit. "Ah our favorite whore. SMOKEY BEAR GET THE FUCK OVER HERE BEFORE I SNAP YOUR BORED IN HALF!" He hoisted Starla up a bit more, holding onto her legs and walked over. "Oh Brandon! Fuck off. Shitty ex." He grabbed Ashton's hand and dragged him away. "How about we hit the arcade? It's just a few blocks from here." He set down Starla, and smacked Ashton on the head. "Can you go without sex for one day you dolt!" "Hey I couldn't help it he was hot! Jesus." Jaxson only shook his head and picked up his bag, then rolled bladed over too Jamie and planted another few kisses on his cheeks. "Cmon hot shot." And roller bladed away, bag slung over his shoulder as his siblings followed suit.
(hey omg sorry again for the wait!! more big assignments lmao. economics and german this time :/ just wanted to drop a quick reply to keep this goin before i continue w my hw! thank you again so much for the patience ev, i really appreciate it <3333)
Jamie grinned, tossed their bag over their shoulder, and followed. They downed the rest of their Redbull as the group exited the skate park, crushed the can into a disc, and tossed it over the fence, successfully landing the shot into the trash can.