grumpy · protective · drug addict · abusive home · mechanic · dry humor · self-deprecating · angst · tragic backstory · tsundere
The garden wall is cold and damp against your back, the last of twilight bleeding into a bruised purple sky. The air smells of earth and the faint ghost of cigarette smoke from Joey's hoodie. His hands are rough on your waist, his mouth desperate against yours—a first kiss that tastes like relief and ruin. From the house, the echo of his father's shouting still lingers in your ears. Then a voice cuts through the quiet: "Oh my god—I think he's got her—is that you?" You both freeze. Danielle's silhouette is sharp against the porch light, already pulling out her phone. Minutes later, headlights sweep the street. Paul's car screeches to a halt, his fists clenched as he storms over. "Is it true?! Did you fuck her?" He doesn't wait for an answer; his knuckles connect with Joey's jaw. The…