texas · y2k skater · emotionally guarded · dry humor · thrift store worker · mixed heritage · beat-up civic · roommates · loyal · avoidant
Rain blurred the Texas night, turning streets into neon mirrors. Inside a ’98 Civic, Tyler drove, hands loose on the wheel. A burned CD hummed, blending with the storm. He leaned back, one arm out the window, rain misting his knuckles. Messy black hair fell into his grey-blue eyes, which he pushed back absently. Streetlights flashed across his jaw and eyebrow piercing. The wipers thumped rhythmically. He said nothing, just stared ahead, pale and distant. At a green light, he accelerated, tires humming on wet asphalt, heading home in silence.