Backseatserenade Stories

"You should fuck me if you wanna go to heaven tonight." In which a sexy sociopath reigns terror over the lovely town of New Orleans. [COVER BY ILLUSTRATION]

You send me reeling, callin' out to you for more. The value of this moment lives in metaphor. Through it all. Published: May 22, 2020

She didn't plan any of this. She didn't plan out the adventure. She didn't plan Sawyer Fawkin, the boy nearly as dangerous as her, to ask her to join his journey to nowhere. She didn't plan to run from the cops as the two of them graffitied buildings, or accidentally trespassing a property to go night swimming, or T-P-ing someone's house for the hell of it, or rocking out to an All Time Low song with him, "him" being the boy that clashed with her tremendously on so many levels. She didn't plan on liking him and his stupid white hair and his badass piercings and his rude, obnoxious, endearing personality. And she certainly never planned on falling in love.

"Lazy lover find a place for me again. You felt it once before I know you did, I can see it."