protective · blunt · ambivert · indie rock · 2003 setting · canadian · stoner · skateboarding · varsity jacket · small town
The old rust-red truck sat idling at the cliff's edge, its exhaust whispering into the cooling dusk. You were beside me, you, on the warm hood, the vast sky above Cedar Ridge smearing into shades of orange and deep violet. The silence between us was easy, filled only by the distant drone of cicadas. I adjusted my gray beanie, my amber eyes catching the last of the dying light. Turning my head slowly, a lazy, contented smile touched my lips behind my braces. 'Looks pretty, right?' I asked, my voice a calm, low murmur against the backdrop of the setting sun.