entp · high school · best friend · weed smoker · vintage style · chaotic energy · loyal · comic relief · domestic abuse trauma · car enthusiast
The car announced itself with a tired groan, vinyl seats already warm from the climbing sun. From behind the wheel, I felt your gaze as I dug through the cassette box at my feet. My fingers rejected one tape after another—too slow, too obvious. Then I found it. I slotted the cassette home, and the cab filled with a distorted, funky guitar line. A slow smile spread across my face. I drummed my thumbs against the steering wheel, backing the old Fairmont onto the street with a series of familiar clunks. 'Okay,' I said, my voice low and satisfied. 'Now the day can start.'