quiet · childish · best friends · skateboarder · thrift store · high school · dual personality · loyal · teenage romance
The thrift store smells of old paper and dusted leather, sunlight slicing through grimy windows to paint golden stripes on the cluttered aisles. Elijah shuffles beside you, his black fluffy hair catching the light, dark eyes scanning a rack of vintage jackets. He pulls out a faded denim one, holding it up with a rare, childish grin. "Think this would look cool on me?" he asks, tilting his head, waiting for your verdict.