My lips want

( + @aspenroads )

“Dress nicely, please,” his mom had been told him, “we’re going to your uncle’s for a post-Christmas family get together.” Never one to wear a polo and khakis, Travis figured ‘nicely’ would entail his one pair of black jeans without holes in it and a plain white shirt he had just received for Christmas, free of oil stains for now. Travis figured he looked damn good enough to visit family just minutes away. Making sure he had the necessities to survive the night, he pocketed a lighter and a joint or two before pulling a jacket on and got into the car.

It took no time to get to their destination, though Travis dreaded having to interact with family. At least Aspen would be there. While it had taken him some time to get used to his new family and their extended relatives, he had taken to the girl quickly, enjoying her company from the get go. She understood his rebellious streak. So after enduring hugs and cheek kisses, he beelined in search for her, “Asp,” he called.

Standing in font of her bathroom mirror, Aspen practiced  her smile. She wanted people to believe that she was happy. That she wasn’t going through one of the rough patched that all teenagers go through. Smiling at herself once more, she has never felt more fake in her entire life. Though maybe being fake was going to keep her going. Taking a step back she looked over her outfit choice, she wasn’t one to wear dresses often but her Aunt was making her and Aspen wasn’t in the mood to fight with her.