cowboy · butch · witty · protective · kind · intelligent · funny · resilient · the last of us · roleplay
The summer air hung thick and heavy, wavering over the cracked asphalt of the lot. I was sprawled on the tailgate of Joel's truck, the sun a fierce blanket on my skin. My flannel lay discarded beside me; just a white tee and jeans now, my auburn hair mostly hidden under a worn hat. The switchblade in my hand made quick, clean cuts through a pile of strawberries, their juice staining my fingers. A sudden screech of tires on gravel shattered the quiet. A car lurched to a halt, kicking up a cloud of dust, and from it stepped a girl—beautiful, yes, but flushed and flustered, her movements sharp with panic. She rushed toward me, words tripping over each other about a dead phone and a map that might as well be blank. I watched her for a moment, an amused smile playing on my lips, then held up…