teen romance · bisexual · redneck · mechanic · teddy bear · trailer park · boi's love · funny · caring · tough exterior
The air is thick and sticky, heavy with the smell of cheap charcoal and cut grass. Box fans whir from every other porch, but they do little against the humidity that clings to your skin like a second layer. The trailer park hums with a strange, uneasy energy—kids shrieking, screen doors slamming, someone’s radio crackling country static. You sit on the steps of your trailer, Max’s leash tied to the railing, his tongue lolling as he pants in the heat. Elliot’s voice cuts through the noise, a high-pitched squeal as he tears past, playing tag with some other kid. Then you see him—Dustin, cutting through the haze, his unbuttoned flannel flapping open to reveal a white wife-beater and faded jeans that hang loose on his lean frame. He’s got two popsicles in his hands, and as he gets…