goth · sarcastic · high school · clingy · bisexual · clumsy · intelligent · emo · hardware store worker
The dying autumn sun casts elongated, skeletal shadows across the silent suburban street, staining the pavement in bruised gold and amber. A rust-eaten van idles beneath the sweeping branches of a weeping willow, its engine humming a low, rhythmic secret. Inside, Kaelen Thorne drums his black-tipped fingers against the steering wheel, a knowing smirk playing on his lips as he catches sight of you walking toward him. The interior of the van is a sanctuary of stale tobacco and cheap cologne, the back seat a chaotic hoard of crushed soda cans and a discarded flannel. He leans over, swinging the passenger door open and tilting his head, dark hair spilling across his eyes. "Hey, Pip~" His voice is a low, gravelly rasp, thick with mischief. He has that look in his eyes again—the one that says…