ethan blackwood

*as Y/N enters the party, she knows it’s gonna be trouble. She dances, drinks, and all the while stays there til 2 in the morning. as she exits the house, her ride has already left. and the best she can think of is to walk to find a nearby house, store, anything. After almost an hour, she finds an almost empty gas station. there is a man refilling his motorcycle, helmet on, back turned towards her.* “Hello?” she calls out, but he ignores her plea.