Philips (Sequel to De Santa)

Chapter Thirty One

I sat up with a start, frantically trying to catch my breath. A sudden hand rested on my back, causing me to jump. "It's okay," Trevor reassured. "It's alright, I'm here."

"Still?" I panted.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Nothing, you're just usually gone by the time I wake up."

"It's still early." Trevor looked down at his watch. "It's a little before six."

"Goddamn," I sighed.

"Bad dream?" I shook my head. "It's okay to have bad dreams, Peaches. Hell, I get them once in a while."

"It wasn't a bad dream," I affirmed. Trevor opened his mouth to speak, but instead a sly smile crept onto his face. "What?"

"I see."

"You see what?"

"It was one of those dreams, huh?"

"Oh, you wish," I scoffed.

"It was!" Trevor laughed. "Let me guess, you were a damsel in distress? No, too cheesy. I was a pizza delivery man? No, a repair man!"

"Trevor," I groaned, my face instantly turning a bright shade of red.

"Hey, relax, Peaches. That just means you know what you want."  I instantly rolled my eyes. "I mean, come on, you don't think I've had dreams about you?"

"That's different, you're a man."

"And women don't? That's sexist and total bullshit." Trevor playfully pinned me down onto the bed and hovered over me. "Come on, what was it?"

"No."

"Who knows, maybe I can make it happen."

"It was a dream, not a fantasy."

"Ah, but dreams are windows into our subconscious and can reveal your deepest thoughts and desires. And—" Trevor quickly rolled onto his back and pulled me on top of him. "—judging by the condensation that has accumulated on your bedsheets, I'd say it was a good fucking dream, pun definitely intended."

"First off, stay out of my psychology textbooks. Second, mind your damn business."

"Oh, Peaches," Trevor chuckled. "You're with me now, that pussy is my business."

"Trevor!" Trevor and I quickly looked over at the nightstand as my phone lit up and began to vibrate. "Who the fuck is calling me at a time like this?" Trevor reached over and grabbed my phone, looked at the screen, grumbled, and finally answered it.

"Hello?" Trevor quietly answered. "Listen here you little snake, I can answer her fucking phone if I want to." Trevor fell silent and the phone filled with faint shouting coming from my phone's speaker. "She's a little busy...yes, busy! Yes, in fact she's so busy, don't expect us to come in today. We've been training for the gig, Lest. And let me tell you, she's been riding me hard—"

"Trevor!" I yanked the phone out of his hand and put it to my ear. "Hello?" I softly spoke.

"I remember why I hate working with him." Lester grumbled. "We need you to come to the garment factory."

"Now?" I groaned. "It's barely six in the morning."

"Early bird gets the worm, De Santa, or in our case massive sacks of dough, ha-ha!"

"I can already tell I'm gonna loathe you after this."

"Most people do. Like it or not, Chelsea, but not only have you been vouched for, you are a progeny, so people have high expectations for you. Do not fuck this up. Now get to the garment factory and bring your...erm...horse." I hung up the phone and tossed it onto my pillow.