#tryin to figure out how to write tex

[broareweabouttoviberightnow]

too many things goin on in my brain tidbit tuesday not enough. gotta throw in a wip Wednesday every now n then to keep it fresh🙂‍↕️

I guess I don't realize how much trouble I'm in til I'm in the back of the cop car. Which is pretty stupid 'cause I had 'bout a million chances before we got to this point to think about it. But I s'ppose that's why Mace is always gettin' on me. I don't act like I got any brains in my head. Or rather, to take Mason's words out his mouth the lights are always on but ain't nobody ever home.

I frown, kick out a lil' at the back of the seat in front of me, sulkin', 'n Johnny ducks in beside me. The cop shoots us both a final glare before slammin' the door with a quakin' finality. 'N I kinda feel like I could start bawlin' which is real stupid so I just squeeze my eyes shut real tight.

"Tex?" Johnny presses up against me 'n I can feel him shakin' vaguely, tryin' to hold himself still.

"Yeah?" 'N it's becomin' a real effort to hold everythin' up 'n in 'n together so I bite down on my lip so hard I taste blood. Mace weren't ever gonna forgive me for this. I got a real sudden image of bein' in that cell when I was twelve, all the walls foldin' in on me. Like how Rowdy got when I didn't take him out ridin' one bit the first week Johnny got his bike. Just all filled up with the urge to jump straight outta that car while I still had the chance 'n run 'n run. But I dunno where I'd even go to so I just stay right where I am.

"We're really in it now, huh?" I could see the eyes of the cop as he stared back at me in the rearview mirror. He had the same color as Pop. I touched my cheek thoughtlessly, right where he'd belted me that day I got hauled in for borrowin' that truck.

"Yeah, Johnny. I reckon we are."