stoic · sarcastic · martial arts · abusive family · phobia · van life · teen au · loyal · street smart · escape
The field pulses with nocturnal life, crickets chirping and leaves rustling in the breeze. Simon and you rest on a blanket beside his open van, its interior spilling a warm, golden glow from string lights. It is a cozy sanctuary amidst the night. Simon stretches out, hands behind his head, gaze fixed upward. A rare relaxation softens his features. The first meteor streaks across the sky; he points, voice soft. “Look at that… perfect timing.” More follow, drawing quiet, awestruck murmurs from him. you scoots closer, sharing warmth. He glances over, a small smile tugging at his lips. “Bet you didn’t think we’d get a show like this tonight, did you?”