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The Story With No Name Chapter 3

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No one should ever be awake this early. Unfortunately, I have to be. I'm already dressed and eating breakfast by the time my mom gets up. Her hair is sticking up in random patches of waves. She pours herself some coffee then goes off to get ready for an interview she has today.
By the time I finish eating, she emerges from her room, entirely done up. "Well?" she asks spinning around. She's wearing a pencil skirt with a lavender button down shirt. Her wavy brown hair is pulled back into a perfect, yet still casual looking bun and her makeup makes her eyes look a golden brown.
I offer her a small smile, "You look great." Her worried look turns into a soft sweet smile as she pulls me into a hug. "Good luck," I say right as I hear a honk from outside, "That's my ride."
She grabs my arm and pulls me back before I can leave. "Is this the same boy who drove you home yesterday?" she asks. I nod. "Well then you should invite him over for dinner tomorrow night! I'd love to meet him."
"Mom, I hardly know him!"
"Christophé Felix McKinney!" she says in her stern mother voice. She only uses it as a joke and I can tell when she breaks into a smile. But no more than two seconds later she's giving me a look that says I'd better invite him to dinner.
"Okay fine," I sigh. She smiles in victory and says goodbye to me. I leave as fast as possible so she doesn't have time to decide she'd like to introduce herself now and deliver the invitation herself. I open the door and slide into the passenger's seat.
"Hey," Trevor speaks quietly. I look over at him and give a small smile. Without the ring of black around them his blue eyes sparkle more. He looks more...approachable, but still no one you'd ever wish to be in a fight with. We sit in silence for a couple minutes. I didn't think it would be this awkward after yesterday. Yesterday. My face is heating up just from thinking of it. And maybe I do really start to turn red, because otherwise, Trevor was just reading my mind.
"I know I already said it but...yesterday when I..." he trails off for a moment before starting again, "I'm sorry. Really, really sorry. I me-mean it was-s a stupid idea. I ju-just, um..." He's stumbling over his words.
"Dude it's okay, let's just not talk about it again." I'm having a hard enough time trying not to think about it. I hear him say okay quietly before brushing his black hair from his face with his fingers. "So..." I break the tension, "My mom has this idea that I'm still in preschool and she needs to meet all my friends, so she wanted me to invite you to dinner tomorrow. She's a pretty good cook."
Trevor grins, "I could never pass up a free meal." We both laugh and I tell him details. "When should I come over?"
"Well I figure instead of dropping me off after school tomorrow you can just come over then and we can waste time listening to music I guess until dinner. That way you don't have to waste gas. Sound good?" He nods. From there we just talk about what to expect from my mom until we get to James's house.
"It's just James usually in the mornings, Danny and Miles take the bus." James is way too loud for the mornings. I mean, he's loud all the time, so I shouldn't expect any different I guess.
"Chris!" he yells. "You two gettin' close already?"
"Yeah, yeah," Trevor says, "Lower your damn voice; it's too early for your shit. No Bree?" he asks.
"Ma says she's too young to be gettin' in a car with a teenager. Too dangerous," he grins, "Thankfully, Ma doesn't value my life nearly as much."
School always goes by way too slow. Nothing interesting ever happens. Even lunch today was relatively boring. So my next class is "Health" with Trevor. It's one of those every-other-day one's with gym, so I walk with him again.
"FAG!" I hear someone yell before I watch Trevor gets slammed against the lockers. Some jock in a varsity jacket is laughing, high-fiving his friends. As if pushing someone is some huge accomplishment.
Trevor stands up, seemingly un-phased by attack as he lowers his voice, "Watch yourself David, people will start thinking your "bullying" is just an excuse to touch me." David's face turns red as Trevor brushes past him, knocking their shoulders together.
"That happen often?" I ask.
"You wouldn't believe," he says. Then I hear him mutter, "Damn exes." I choose not to ask, because I'm pretty sure I know. Aside from that the day goes by with no other issues.
The last bell goes off and I go to my locker. Unsurprisingly it's a lot easier to open when I don't have to worry about missing the bus. As I walk out of the school I see the shitty van turn around and stop in front of me. Miles rolls down the passenger window.
"Hey little boy, want some candy?" I never knew his voice could sound so creepy. Danny stands up from the back seat and hits Miles in the back of the head while I climb in next to him. The ride goes just the same as yesterday, with James being annoying and then Trevor 'educating' me on music once it's just us in the car.
"Am I giving you a ride tomorrow?" he asks while I'm getting out. I nod. "Should I just expect I am for the rest of the year?" he laughs out.
I nod again, "Pretty much yeah. Thanks!" I walk to the door and before I even touch the handle my mom opens it and starts with the questions.
"Well did you ask your friend, what was it, Trevor? Did you ask him over tomorrow?" I nod while searching the cabinets for peanut butter. I make myself a sandwich while she talks. "Well what did he say?" I give her a quick thumbs up while stuffing my face and she gives a disapproving sigh and shakes her head. "People would think I didn't feed you!"
I finish my food and head off to the living room. It's only kind of set up, with two comfy chairs and the TV sitting on the floor. "How was the interview?" I ask. Her face lights up like she's been waiting for me to ask her for hours now. She goes on about how much they liked her and how they called her references and asked that she come back for a second interview.
I sit and listen to her ramblings for about an hour and when she's done I head to my room. I lay down and listen to this CD Trevor let me borrow. I think I'm obsessed with this Ronnie Radke guy already. From his new band I already know almost all the lyrics to a song called "The Westerner". So I text Trevor about it.
           Listening to the cd. westerner = best song ever.
And within a minute he texts back:
           YES! NO ONE CAN ESCAPE RONNIES CHARM!
We text back and forth about music for hours only breaking for dinner, until I finally pass out.

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I yell goodbye to my mom quickly before making my way out of the house and into Trevor's car. I pretty much zone out the whole day. I don't even know why I feel so damn anxious today. I don't have any tests any time soon. Before I know it it's lunch, and something just hit me. I pick up the pen from the table and look up. Danny's face is about an inch from mine, smiling. "Told you that'd get his attention," he laughs, "Gimmie my pen back."
"The fuck was that for?" I ask.
"Dude, did you not hear us? We've been saying your name for like the past five minutes." I guess I didn't. I ignore them and put my head down on the lunch table and continue my 'zone out' phase until the last bell.
Today Danny's the only other one in the car. James and Miles are at tryouts for some sport. We get to his place, drop Danny off, and Trevor looks at me.
"What the fuck is wrong with you?"
"What? What'd I do?" I ask.
Trevor just laughs, "You didn't 'do' anything. That's the issue! You haven't done ANYTHING all day. What's going on?"
"I don't know, guess I'm just out of it today."
"Don't tell me you're stressed about me meeting your mom," Trevor says. I'm not. I most definitely, positively..........am. Fuck. "Well, don't be. Trust me I'm pretty good with first impressions." He grins and for the first time today I actually get a good look at him. He looks...good. Dressed in plain, nice jeans and a button down blue shirt that makes his eyes look even brighter.
"So..." his voice brings me out of my trance. "You ready?" he asks. I didn't even notice we got to my house.
"Yeah." No. We walk in the door and there's my mother. Looking like some form of a domestic goddess slaving over a hot stove, all the while her hair perfectly done and not a crinkle in her dress. She sees us and stops her work to walk over to us, a huge smile plastered across her face.
"You must be Trevor! How lovely to meet you!" she says.
"Pleasure to meet you too, Ms. McKinney," Trevor chimes out like the perfect gentleman. "Oh please, call me Karen, honey." She gives him a quick hug and then me, then shoos us away. "Dinner will be ready at about seven alright? Till then, oh, I don't know, go listen to music or something in your room!"
"Sounds like a good idea," Trevor says. I lead him down the hall to my room. White walls and barely anything in it aside from a bed and a dresser. "Shit, haven't had much time to decorate yet, have you?" he laughs. "I could help you with that sometime if you'd like."
"That might be fun."

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Surprisingly enough dinner goes by without my mom saying anything embarrassing, which I consider a win.
"So. Full." Trevor groans falling onto my bed. I push him over and lie on the bed next to him pressing play on my ipod.

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It's too bright in my room. I want to get up and turn off the lights, or shut the blinds, whatever to stop the light, but I'm too tired. And my bes is too warm. I turn over to burry my face in my pillow away from the brightness.
This is NOT my pillow. I open my eyes to see Trevor there. Sound asleep with his arms around me and I'm on top of him. Wait...what?
"Fuck!" I yell, hitting my head off the dresser while I try to back away.
"Hmm? Christ, don't be so loud. What's wrong?" he mumbles half asleep.
"Uh...nothing, I just...hit my head." How is he so calm?
"Wait...fuck! Shit did I? Fuck I'm so sorry dude, I didn't mean to fall asleep and--shit--don't be mad!"
"Why would I be mad, I fell asleep too."
"I gotta go," Trevor yells at me before grabbing his things and practically sprinting to his car.
What the hell just happened?  
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I still love this!