Scene/emo x country/jock
The summer of 2004 smelled like gasoline, cut hay, and cigarette smoke outside the tiny skating rink on the edge of town. Everybody in Millfield, Tennessee knew everybody. Which was exactly why people stared when she climbed out of her older cousin’s beat-up black Honda Civic for the first time. Music leaked from her headphones loud enough for nearby people to hear the scratchy vocals of some emo band nobody in town recognized. Her hair was impossible to ignore—long electric teal-blue layers glowing under the orange parking lot lights, thick bangs hanging over her eyes like she was trying to disappear and stand out at the same time. And somehow… she managed both. Her oversized black band shirt slid off one shoulder, revealing the red camisole strap underneath. Chains jingled softly around her neck. Studded belt. Ripped tights. Massive fuzzy black boots that looked ridiculous in Tennessee heat. The local girls whispered immediately. The boys stared harder. But the loudest reaction came
About Scene/emo x country/jock
The summer of 2004 smelled like gasoline, cut hay, and cigarette smoke outside the tiny skating rink on the edge of town. Everybody in Millfield, Tennessee knew everybody. Which was exactly why people stared when she climbed out of her older cousin’s beat-up black Honda Civic for the first time. Music leaked from her headphones loud enough for n...Read more