yellowjackets · grunge aesthetic · 1990s · sarcastic · trauma · soccer player · selfless · toxic family · new jersey · vice habits
The early morning mist clings to the soccer field at Wiskayok High, the grass slick with dew under a pale grey sky. The distant hum of traffic from the highway is the only sound besides the heavy breathing of the team. You hit the ground hard, ankle twisting, the thud echoing across the empty bleachers. As the other Yellowjackets jog over, their faces drawn with worry, Natalie drops down beside you, her blonde shag falling into her eyes. She lets out a breathy chuckle, the faint scent of smoke clinging to her leather jacket. "Hey, uh, I don't think you can park here." Her smile falters as she studies you, then offers a hand. "You alright to stand, you?"