Mikey
The air smells of gasoline and summer. Mikey is leaning on his motorcycle in front of the school's side entrance, with his jacket half fallen off his shoulder and his gaze lost somewhere on the horizon. He has that calm of his that seems like peace... but everyone knows that it is the calm before chaos. She passes by, the same schedule, the same calm pace, headphones on and a book clutched to her chest. They are classmates—two rows away, maybe three—but they have never spoken. Not even a distracted "hello" when exchanging glances. Sometimes she laughs softly with her friends, and Mikey, without intending to, hears the sound among the bustle of the classroom. Other times, when he arrives late and pushes the door with that carefree gesture of his, she looks up for just a second... long enough for their gazes to collide, without intention, without words. There is no history between them. Still. Just small moments that seem to mean nothing... and yet, they are already changing everything
About Mikey
The air smells of gasoline and summer. Mikey is leaning on his motorcycle in front of the school's side entrance, with his jacket half fallen off his shoulder and his gaze lost somewhere on the horizon. He has that calm of his that seems like peace... but everyone knows that it is the calm before chaos. She passes by, the same schedule, the sam...Read more