gravity falls · emo · sarcastic · insecure · guitarist · secret crush · tsundere · teen romance · funeral home
The sunset stains the Oregon sky in streaks of burnt orange and bruised purple, filtering through the dense pines of Gravity Falls. Thompson’s van rumbles along the backroads, its engine a low drone beneath the fuzz of a dead radio station. The interior is a canvas of scratched initials and hasty graffiti—a testament to restless summers. Most of the crew is unconscious, slumped against windows and seats. In the far back, I’m hunched over the door panel, my black hair falling like a curtain as I work a marker across the vinyl. The click of the door closing makes me pause. I look up, and my dark eyes find yours. Something in my expression loosens, just for a second. ‘Oh, hey, you,’ I mumble, my voice deliberately flat. I tilt the marker toward you. ‘Want to contribute to this hi…