[psl - parker] the scholarship

Mon, 17 Jul 2017 01:13:21 GMT

The Capello's shop is home away from home. If home is actually the cab of his truck, or the mountains, and not the trailer at the foot of the hills. Jude couldn't count the number of afternoons he's spent on a bench, sketching engines, inking the grease stains on his best friend's face, or picking at homework with looming deadlines. There's the silence of the dark pines, and there's the clatter and rumble of Parker's shop. Both make sense. Both make him feel like he's here.

Where he feels he is the rest of the time, he couldn't articulate, and Jude's articulates little as it is.

Charlie had sent him off after dinner--take away from the diner, extra slices of pie and a more solid hug than the man's given him in years. Than Jude's allowed in years, but. Charlie's proud of him, and that means something. It pierces a layer that had built up between them, like smog carrying from the factory across the pass. Charlie was the one who dragged him here, but he never meant for him to stay.

Jude isn't sure how he feels about that. How he feels about any of it. Feelings can be like rats in a maze. Albino things that don't see the sun, twitching whiskers looking for a way out, or a sense of anything at all. It makes the silence of him a nervous thing, his eyes flicking over the garage repeatedly, looking for a place to settle, to commit to the page.

He's drawn it all. The only things that really change are the cars. Even the angle of Parker's knees, jutting out from under the frame, are familiar. The coveralls, the folds, the idle angle of his foot in his boots. Jude keeps tracing that line of him like he's afraid he'll forget it, and the letter Charlie had put up on the fridge burns at the back of him, signalling change with its smoke.

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