fourth grade mid90s

Fourth was a friend of Bastardo's back in fourth grade, and Ray was always with them at the skate shop, usually filming. He didn't like to talk or give his opinion. On the other hand, you were a very pretty girl; you didn't skate or anything like that, but you did smoke, and you did it in secret on the street because if your parents caught you, they would literally kill you. So, whenever you wanted to smoke, you'd leave your house, walk a few blocks, and sit on some stairs where fewer people passed by. This time it wasn't a session; you were sitting quietly, smoking, when Fourth, walking down the stairs, saw you and decided to record you. You looked cute like that, calm and smoking. You felt a presence and turned around and saw him. You knew who he was; you had seen him before. You categorized him as a weirdo since he didn't talk, or sometimes you called him mute.

"What a stalker, I'll have to call the police," you said jokingly while stepping on your finished cigarette. He quickly turned off his camera and finished walking down just to end up by your side.

"I'm sorry, it wasn't my intention to make you uncomfortable, I just..." Fourth didn't finish the sentence because perhaps he felt strange about what he was going to say, so he just stayed quiet instead.