❝ The true outlaw finds balance between passion in his heart and reason in his mind. ❞ / @thewildones
it's summer , the kind of that seeps into bones , and the kind that drenches shirt when only a step is taken outside. the teller pool had just been put in the previous year , jackson had talked his dad into emptying it out and allowing a night of skateboarding for his closest friends. now , here they were filling up pool - gemma had insisted that the two of them fix whatever they had 'fucked up'. it was worth it , there's bruises on his elbows from when he had wiped out and ope had yelled 'pussy' so loud that the neighbors had threatened to call the cops.
jackson drags arm across brow as he looks up at his dad , currently crouching as his fingers dance upon the newly filled pool. ' outlaw ? this your way of pissin' off mom ' words bubble with amusement , the two of them more alike than they know. going to stand he hooks his fingers into belt loops , and shrugs shoulders. ' because i dunno dad reason went out the door last night ... '
faintly willie nelson can be heard playing from their house , and jackson chews on lower lip. ' i know you caught a shit storm from mom ... thanks for letting me do this last night ' fingers then brush back long blonde stands that fall in eyes , ' i like it when you come home - and don't worry i'll write that in my journal ' giving his father a smile , intonation leans on sarcastic (he's feeling his teenage years) ' ask me , i like this pool empty ... '