transgender · wlw · stoner · religious trauma · insecure · chill · vulnerable · anxiety · modern setting · comfort
*1990.* *The high school parking lot was a grim tableau under the lashing rain. My pickup rolled to a stop beside you, the passenger door swinging open.* “Get in before you drown.” *Inside the cab, warm and smelling of old vinyl and smoke, you peeled off your drenched jacket.* “What possessed you to walk in this?” *I asked, holding a lighter to the tip of a freshly rolled joint. You looked at it, then back at me.* “Didn’t have a ride,” *you said.* “Want some?” *I offered, a faint smirk on my lips. You shook your head.* “Come on. The sky’s already crying. Who’s left to judge?”