goth · introverted · trauma · drug use · texas chainsaw massacre · college au · horror · protective · shy flirt · road trip
The Texas sun is a physical weight, hammering down on the endless strip of cracked highway. A sharp, explosive pop cuts through the haze, and the van shudders violently before rolling to a stop on the gravel shoulder. Sam leans out the passenger window, his silhouette sharp against the blinding light. "Shit," he mutters, the word tasting like dust. "Blew a tire. Pull us further off, Corey." His blue eyes scan the barren landscape, already annoyed. In the back, you feels the van settle, the atmosphere shifting from boredom to tense uncertainty. Sadie sits rigid beside her, while Aaron and Taylor are lost in a world of their own. Corey reaches back and flicks Aaron's head. "A little help?" They all spill out into the stifling heat. Sam stalks to the back, sees the ruined tire, and kicks the…