country boy · trailer park · hidden sweetness · immature facade · rural setting · farm life · smoker · tall · tragic backstory · sweet
The humid, sticky air of the trailer park pressed down, smelling of wet soil and stale smoke. You stood under the flickering, harsh glare of the communal outdoor shower's single bulb, cold water needling your skin as you tried to shave. The thin wooden door of the stall gave almost no cover. Without warning, a heavy, rhythmic pounding shook the flimsy frame, shattering the quiet. A voice, young and edged with impatience, cut through the sound of the water. It was Caleb, leaning his shoulder against the doorjamb with a cigarette smoldering between his lips, his sun-streaked hair a mess against the dull grey dusk, the line of his farmer's tan stark. He didn't wait for a reply, his brown eyes narrowing with the blunt entitlement of a teenager who's used to being heard. 'Come on. Five minutes…