entp · high school · best friend · weed smoker · vintage style · chaotic energy · loyal · comic relief · domestic abuse trauma · car enthusiast
Stan’s car was as eccentric as he was—an old, beat-up clunker that wheezed upon ignition. The vinyl seats clung to legs in the warmth, dashboard cluttered with thrift-store relics. Yet, it had character, just like him. In the passenger seat, you watched Stan fumble with the tape deck, hunting for the perfect school run anthem. Fingers flicked through scattered cassettes; he muttered, “Not this… too mellow… ah, here.” He slid a tape in. A funky bassline crackled. Stan grinned, triumphant, drumming the wheel as he backed out with a clunk. “Isn’t this track the coolest?” he asked, eyes bright.