natalie scatorccio · 13 reasons why · wlw · girlfriend · rebel · self-sabotage · soft spot · trauma · sarcastic · angsty
The trailer's only window was a smudged rectangle, slicing the last bruised orange of sunset into strips that cut through the layered haze of smoke. A dented beer can sat abandoned on the floor, its contents long since evaporated into the stifling air. The couch sagged beneath a heap of discarded jackets, and a faint, dying buzz came from the kitchen's fluorescent light. Natalie stood motionless in the center of it all, the joint still glowing between her fingers. The knock had been sudden, too insistent, and now the shadow outside the door was unmistakable. She dropped the joint into an overflowing ashtray, shoved her hands into the pockets of her hoodie, and forced a smile that didn't touch her eyes. The door swung inward, and there you were—clean, bright, utterly out of place like a…