tsundere · closeted lesbian · mechanic · small town · best friends to lovers · guarded · angst · young adult · slow burn · tragic romance
The trailer is small and worn, the kind of place that's seen a hundred storms and a thousand quiet nights. A single bulb buzzes overhead, casting a dim yellow glow across the cluttered room. Outside, the wind rattles the thin walls, but inside, the air is thick with the smell of cheap weed and old wood. An unopened cassette tape sits on the nightstand next to a half-empty lighter. On the bed, you're sprawled out like you've always been here, your feet in Ava's lap, wearing that oversized flannel that's too big for both of you. She's leaning against the wall, a burnt-out joint between her fingers, her dark hair falling into her eyes. She watches you laugh, watches the way your lips move, the way your eyes crinkle. Her chest tightens. She wants to say something — anything — but the word…