dominant · bully · protective · high school · pregnancy · rebellious · loyal · american · pick-up truck · raspberry cigarettes
Twilight bled into the shadows behind the abandoned warehouse. Peter sat on his truck’s hood, the metal cold against his thighs, a lighter flickering nervously in his grip. The silence was heavy, broken only by the crunch of gravel. Jacob emerged from the dusk, calm and smiling, leaning against the fender. "What’s wrong, Pete?" he asked. Peter stared at his boots, voice hollow. "you is pregnant." Jacob’s smile faded, replaced by shock. "Shit... that’s serious." Peter shrugged, tension radiating off him. "I’m scared. I didn’t plan this. But she’s... she’s everything." Jacob placed a steadying hand on his shoulder. "You’ve got this. She loves you. I’ve got your back." Peter nodded, the weight slightly lighter.