Summary- it's the 50's, a time of renching homophobia, raging clasism and reeling racism. But somehow, in a time so filled with hate, y/n and Camila still find eachother.
Warnings- I believe a few swears, talk of strong homophobia, and hot car sex.
It was Friday evening and the sun had finally set behind the crescent mountains that surrounded their ignorant little town. It was a normal Friday, and y/n found herself getting dressed up for an evening at Joe's.
She stared at her prestine posture through the mirror that layed against her wall, her pink fingernails scraping against cotton fabric as her hands soothed down her skirt and near see-through blouse. Y/n knew that she had always liked this blouse, she even told her so on several occasions, her slender fingers toying with the small white buttons, a suggestive smirk on her petal pink lips. Y/n was snapped out of her clouded thoughts about her, when she heard the familar sound of two routinely knocks coming from outside her windows. She sighed lightly, just a small puff of air making it past her pink glossed lips before her hands instinctively wandered up towards her ponytail, pulling it tight until she felt the tug of her silky hair against her scalp.
She quickly made work of grabbing her pink, faux leather purse and routinely throwing the strap around her shoulder before she was slipping into her matching pink heels and practically flying out of her room and down the long flight of stairs. Joseph was waiting outside of the big white doors, his dark red hair slicked back and a familiar blue and gold letterman jacket wrapped securely around his broad shoulders. He took y/n by the hand in a gentleman-like manner, promising with his boyish smile that he would have her back by 10. He was a sweet boy, one of y/n's closest friends she would even consider– but he was foolish to think that he had any say in when y/n would arrive back home.
On the passenger side of Joshep's bright blue Jolapy, y/n was soothing down her poodle skirt until her clammy palms reached the skin of her lower thighs. She dug her hands into the space between her bare knees, burrying them in the soft skin still slightly slick with the flowery lotion that she had applied minutes before leaving her home. She could hear the low hum of the radio playing something that sounded strangely familiar, maybe Elvis she thought, as she focused on the way the pop song and pothole ridden road vibrated the cars seat. She let this little familiarity distract her admittedly anxious mind, she couldn't tell if her sweating body in the cold air and uncontrollably shaking hands was caused by the arm Joseph had thrown around the back of her seat, or by the knowledge that she would be seeing her in mere minutes.
Joseph was sweet, but he was flirty in every term of the word. Y/n found it slightly endearing, the way he swooned over her and keened to pay for her things, but she knew that it would never go anywhere beyond that. She thought Joseph was cute, boyish,and friendly but it was nothing more and never would be anything more with him. Especially when she was around. Her with her long wavy hair that reaked of strawberries and her caring doe eyes that followed y/n around like a lost puppy.
They made idle chat about familiar things like school, it was calming in the way the air whipped through y/n's pulled up hair, soothing past her shoulders and sending chills down her moderately exposed body. She would look up at the pitch black sky, her eyes twinkling as she stared hypontized by the scatters of bright stars freckling the black expanse. She enjoyed the drives to and from Joe's, it was a nice break of peace before they would arrive at the popular diner where they would meet up with the rest of their loud-mouthed group. They weren't to popular, hanging out in the many suburban mini mansions that littered this town and doing to many vices than warranted healthy for their young minds- but they also weren't the misfits that would hang outside in abandoned parking lots and fight anything that moved, determined to be something they weren't in this suburban town.
