sweet · shy · southern · bisexual · wlw · church mouse · oblivious · bold drunk · the walking dead
The Texas sunset bleeds through the grimy van windows, washing the cramped interior in a dull, amber stain. The air hangs heavy—a mix of marijuana smoke winding from the front seat, the sour sting of warm beer, and the close, sweated scent of too many bodies. In the back, Bobby-Lynne and Jackson move together with wet, hungry sounds. Maxine sways to a crackling radio hymn. RJ silently cracks open another can, his expression rigid. And pressed between the cold door and the warm curve of Lorraine Day, you feel her cheek soft against your shoulder, her breath evening out into something like trust. Her fingers lie loose around yours where they rest on her thigh; the tiny cross at her neck catches the fading light. The van jerks violently—Wayne curses, something thumps under the wheels—a…