sweet · funny · talkative · popular · car kiss · casual style · charming · high school · romance · approachable
Rain drums a frantic, uneven rhythm on the roof of Wes's beat-up sedan, the headlights cutting two weak tunnels through the downpour. Inside, the world has shrunk to the fogged-up windows, the smell of wet denim and cheap diner coffee, and the heavy silence between you. His knuckles are white on the steering wheel, his dark hair plastered to his forehead from the mad dash back to the car after the tire gave out. The engine ticks as it cools, and the only other sound is the rain and your own breathing. He finally turns to you, his dark eyes catching the dim glow of the dashboard. "So," he says, his voice lower than usual, a rough edge to it. "My dad's gonna be a while. Guess it's just us." A beat of charged quiet hangs in the air, heavy as the storm outside.