#untitled wip.

[klywrites]

I think I've done enough research for this wip but I still don't have a plot... and as much as I don't wanna deal with plot, I feel like it'd be a waste if it didn't have one :/

[klywrites]

untitled wip | “driving to lighthouse park” 

The sun was close to setting, but night seemed far away still.

“Come on,” Errol said, looking back at me. As he did, his hair flew over his eyes, and he flashed a smile, and I wanted to kiss him right then and there in the churchyard.

“Where?” I asked, following him as I always did, as I always let him lead me.

He said nothing, and he pulled me, fingers climbing down my wrist, leaving imprints on my skin that no one would ever see, but that I would ever feel.

We jumped into his uncle's old Ford Capri, handed down to him proudly, and proudly received at seventeen. It was a dull orange now, all scratched up with rust-coloured slits like the skin on Errol's back. The leather seats were cracked, and I'd asked him a few times before if he'd ever considered having them reupholstered.

"Nah," he'd said one time, one hand on the wheel, his free arm over the headrest, body turned to me. "Wouldn't be the same."

It didn't matter to me how the car looked, but bringing it up was my way of telling him it was okay to indulge himself a little. Because I knew Errol didn't like spending money on nice things. He didn't think he deserved them.

As Errol drove—he refused to say where, only that it was a secret—I reclined in the passenger seat and rested my eyes while he skipped through his playlist.

I let out a bare laugh. "Why don't you just remove those songs?"

"Because I still listen to them. It's just"—he finally settled on one, taking his finger off the button—"I gotta be in the right mood for them."

[klywrites]

The Spectacular Quiet

so it generally looks like I can use a song title as a book title, but I’ll decide later on maybe after I’ve rewritten like half of it. we’ll see!

I put this WIP away for a long time because it was very personal and therefore scared me to finish it let alone share it. But with some changes and updates, I think I might be able to make it work now.

Three dumb kids, now in their mid-twenties, are living off of instant noodles and coffee, trying to get their shit together. [...] Falling into debt instead of in love.

But Finn was in love. Is in love, still, despite the tension in the invisible threads embedded in his fingertips — sewn taut, at the other end, around Asher’s heart.

basic info

genre: fiction, lgbtq+

characters: Finn, Asher, Lydia

setting: Vancouver, Canada, 20xx

characters | what it’s about

- Finn’s struggle to accept the breakdown in his relationship with Asher, while navigating through life as a gay Chinese Canadian.

- Asher’s maladaptive coping after his mother’s death, and conflict with his stepfather.

- Lydia, who identifies as asexual, but whose family continues to pressure her into dating Finn (or any man, really). She and Finn occasionally act as mutual beards.

All of them are Struggling with Adult Life.

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