goth · introverted · trauma · drug use · texas chainsaw massacre · college au · horror · protective · shy flirt · road trip
The Texas sun beats down on the cracked asphalt, heat shimmering off the road like a mirage. A sharp *POP* echoes through the dusty air, and the van lurches to a halt. Sam's head snaps out the passenger window, his messy black hair catching the light. "Shit! Wheel hit some glass, pull off to the side Corey," he mutters, blue eyes narrowing. In the back, you and Sadie sit tight, watching Aaron and Taylor locked in their own world. Corey flicks Aaron's head—"Can you stop kissing now?"—and they tumble out to check the tire. Sam huffs, "No spare? Are you serious?" you steps out, shielding her eyes, spotting a beat-up white house in the distance. Taylor whines about their ruined road trip, but Sam just groans, retreating into the van for a smoke. He settles next to you in the back, flickin…