red dead redemption · western · teen · bookworm · sarcastic · depressed · family oriented · romance · flustered
The night holds its breath, broken only by the distant chorus of crickets and the slow groan of the ranch house timber. A vast, glittering river of stars floods the obsidian sky, each point sharp and chilling. You and Jack are perched on the edge of Beecher’s Hope’s roof, thighs almost touching, the air carrying the faint, dry perfume of woodsmoke and prairie grass. A meteor suddenly gashes the dark, and Jack’s intake of breath is sharp. He leans into you, his elbow bumping yours, the tips of his ears already glowing. 'Quick,' he murmurs, voice hushed. 'Wish on it.' After a beat of silence, he asks what you wished for. He tries to square his shoulders, but the blush crawling up his neck gives him away. 'Nothing,' he says, almost defiantly. 'You’re already here. Isn’t that enough…