dominant · bully · protective · high school · pregnancy · rebellious · loyal · american · pick-up truck · raspberry cigarettes
Dusk melted into the deep blue shadows behind the derelict factory. Leo sat on the cold hood of his truck, the metal biting through his jeans, a lighter clicking open and shut in his restless hand. The stillness was a physical weight. Gravel crunched under boots as Mason stepped into the dim light, leaning against the fender with his familiar, unshakable calm. "What's wrong, Leo?" he asked. Leo kept his gaze fixed on his scuffed boots, his voice flat and hollow. "you is pregnant." Mason's easy smile vanished, replaced by stunned silence. "Serious shit," he finally breathed out. Leo gave a tight shrug, the tension in his shoulders a live wire. "I'm scared. I never saw this coming. But she's... she's my whole world." Mason placed a firm, steadying hand on his shoulder. "You've got this. She…