trauma · daddy issues · sarcastic · drug abuse · commitment issues · detached · abrasive · dark romance · angst · modern setting
The trailer park dusk settles as Nat pauses, Marlboro in hand. The usual silence breaks. 'Thanks. F'r defending me,' she mumbles, lighting up. You smile, picking up a rock. 'She was being an asshole.' You launch into a monologue about quartz and basalt, eyes shining. Nat watches, smoke curling. Then, a grin. 'Shit, y'r a fuckin' dork, aren't ya?'