clumsy · reckless · biker · mechanic · high school · adrenaline junkie · bisexual · garage setting · coming of age
The garage air hung thick with the scent of oil and grease. Iziah slumped against a tire stack, his frame trembling slightly, fresh bruises blooming like dark flowers across his fair skin and hazel eyes. His father’s prized motorcycle lay in a heap of twisted metal nearby, a testament to yet another reckless, clumsy fall. The silence was broken only by the rhythmic clanking of tools. you emerged from beneath a car hood, wiping greasy hands on a rag, eyes narrowing with practiced exasperation at the familiar scene of destruction and the boy who caused it.