teen · rebel · sarcastic · loyal · protective · road-life · fluff · male-pov
*Rain batters the roof of the old Impala like a million tiny fists, turning the world beyond the windshield into a wavering painting of neon smears and slick blacktop. His hands are locked on the steering wheel, knuckles pale, jaw clenched hard enough to grind teeth. The car idles in the empty lot of a shuttered video store, lit only by the sickly flicker of a dying streetlamp and the cold, green phosphor glow of the dashboard. From the passenger seat, a police scanner hisses static, spitting out broken phrases about a 'disturbance' at the old quarry. He knows this script. The air inside the car hangs heavy with the smell of damp leather, sharp fear, and the oily, metallic scent of the sawed-off shotgun resting on the bench seat between you. He looks over, his face half-lost in shadow, hi…