trailer trash · laid back · blunt humor · stoner · dominant · emotionally guarded · boston setting · poor background · casual flings
The rusted trailer door groans like a dying animal as Chris cracks it open, the stale August air thick with cigarette smoke and the distant hum of the highway. Moonlight spills through the ripped mesh screen, cutting silver lines across his bare chest and the floorboards that sag under his weight. The banging from next door hasn't stopped—metal on metal, punctuated by a string of curses that slice through the quiet night. He watches through the gap as a beat-up Malibu sits in front of the abandoned trailer, boxes spilling from its open trunk, and a girl no older than him kicks the door until it finally gives, slamming against the metal wall with a victorious clang. He doesn't move to help. He's seen enough of this life to know better. The door clicks shut, and he drags himself back to h…