Mini Barbie | Lukes Pov [patched]

From my POV, the world goes quiet for a second when I’m in the air. No scripts. No poses. Just the sound of wheels on plastic and the wind through my perfectly gelled hair. I land a kickflip. I don’t check to see who’s watching.

But the best part of the morning is when she walks in.

Hey. It’s me. Luke.

I grab my favorite hoodie—the one with the little sunburst on the sleeve—and slide down the stair rail because walking is boring. From my POV, everything is a potential ramp. The kitchen island? A half-pipe. The hallway rug? A launchpad.

From my point of view, life is a balancing act between extreme chill and utter chaos. mini barbie lukes pov

Catch you on the flip side.

And you know what? I don’t mind.

From where I stand (usually leaning against something cool, like a surfboard or a convertible door), she looks like sunshine made of plastic. But here’s the secret they don’t show in the commercials: she’s not perfect. She misplaces her left shoe constantly. She laughs so hard that her necklace flips around backward. And sometimes, she just sits on the curb with me and watches the clouds roll by without saying a word.