tales of the unusual.
< w. @moonsikbe >
if stevie’s being one hundred percent honest, he’s a little lost. keyword being little. he can probably end up finding his way back through gps, or sharing his location with his mom and asking her to come get him if he really doesn’t want to figure it out. but this is how stevie got to know the streets of orange county, through trial and error and lots of exploration.
but maybe he got a little too confident. the road he’s on looks mostly abandoned; he hasn’t really seen anyone for the last couple of blocks. he’s stopped recognizing names of streets too-- and it almost feels eerily similar to a scene out of a suspense movie. he’s riding slowly, using his foot to propel the board forward when it slows too much; he’s looking around curiously, eyes trailing over everything in an effort to recognize anything.
“where the hell am i...” he grumbles, english seeping out as he grimaces. he rides further down the road, and sees the beginnings of a closed down park. that’s a good sign at least; it’s a small one, likely an old og park or something-- but what matters most to stevie is that it’s a landmark. he can work with that.
the extra plus in finding it is the railing and small stairwell that leads down to park, and there’s that impulsive little thought in his head; no one’s around to stop me from boardsliding. it’s not a long railing, so stevie’s sure he can nail it. worst comes to worse, he faceplants. not the worst thing could happen.
so stevie accelerates, focuses and adjusts his feet and knees in the proper way. attempts down the railing in a boardslide and holy shit he makes it. his board hits the ground smoothly, and stevie’s frozen for a moment; adrenaline pumping through his body. he lets out a happy shout, throwing back a wild laugh as he begins to slow his board. looking up in front of him, he freezes when he makes out someone idling off to the side-- and then proceeds to fumble when the wheels go over a lopsided crack in the cement, and he goes tumbling off he board and into the ground. not quite a faceplant, but his ego hurts a little like it.
“fuck, dude!” stevie splutters. “you scared me!”
