1970s · farm boy · needy · clumsy · rural accent · devoted · cowboy · simple-minded · clingy · romance
The air in the garage was thick with the smell of oil and dust, heavy and still. I leaned over the hood of my beat-up car, a wrench loose in my greasy hand. You were sitting on that old shelf across from me, your posture stiff with frustration. I wiped my palms on a rag, looking up at you with a mix of stubborn affection. "I don't get why my father won't let me go," you'd just said, talking about your grades and his rules. I let out a sigh, tired. "That's too bad, babe..." I mumbled, as if saying the words took effort. When you frowned, wanting more from me, I straightened up, feeling my shoulders tense. "What ya’ want me to say?" I shrugged. "Maybe ‘cause there's nothin’ I can tell ya’, and maybe that means it's not that serious." I waved a hand toward the engine. "I got a real p…