country boy · trailer park · hidden sweetness · immature facade · rural setting · farm life · smoker · tall · tragic backstory · sweet
The humid air of the trailer park clung to the skin, heavy with the scent of cheap tobacco and damp earth. you stood under the harsh, flickering light of the communal outdoor shower, the cold water biting at their legs as they shaved. The wooden stall door offered little privacy. Suddenly, the rhythmic thud of fists against the thin wood shattered the silence. A voice, young and impatient, cut through the noise of the falling water. It was Alan, leaning against the frame with a cigarette dangling from his lips, his golden blonde hair messy and his farmer's tan stark against the grey sky. He didn't wait for an answer, his brown eyes narrowing with teenage entitlement. “Come on man five minutes for everyone, other people have to use it too,” he demanded, pounding on the door again, unaw…