Broken Girl (sequel) (Under Revision)

Winter Break

It's finally here, Winter break. From today, November 23 to January 20 there is no  real responsibilities. I can't wait to hang out with Evan without having to worry about school, work, career or the future. I just want to relax and let go for a minute.  When I get to the house, I see Evan's suitcase near the door. "Babe, what's up" I ask. He's sitting on the couch with his head in his hand. "I'm so Sorry babe. I have to go to L.A for a week to go visit my grandparents. My grandfather is really sick, and my parents can't make it over there. would you hate me very much if I miss a week of our vacation". I smile and sit next to him, "of course not, you must go, it's your grandpa. you don't even need to ask" I say. I put my arms around him and rub his arms. 

Then the front door open and Trenton walks in with his suitcase. I look at Evan, "Is he going with you" I ask. He smiles "no, umm...he's staying with you. Jimmy and Jennifer went to vacation in Georgia. I told Trenton to stay with you. I didn't want you to be alone by yourself. Most of your friends are away for the holidays". I nod and say "yea, alright. You have a point" I look at Trenton "you can have the guest room, it's upstairs down the hall". He smiles and says "thanks". Evan gets up kiss me and say "see you in a week. I love you". I smile, "I love you too, you sure you don't want me to come along" i add. He shakes his head no and say "its best if i go alone, not really sure what's going on. don't want to drag you along with it". I nod and then he leaves. It is just me and the troll, I hear Evan starts his car and drive off. I look at Trent and say "well, it's been a long day, it's 6pm and I'm kinda tired. I'm gonna turn in early". He nods as he go into the living room picking up the Playstation controller. I go into my room, change into one of Evan's big t-shirts and some boxer shorts.

Throughout the night I couldn't sleep, around 2am I get up and go into the guest room, as much as this weirds me out, I need to sleep next to someone and he is the only one here. I've been like this for as long as I can remember. when I was living at home, I use to only sleep unless our dog was next to me. my Step-parents never really acknowledge me much so the dog was the closest thing. when I went to live with my aunt, who's also a foster mom in the system, I use to make my foster sister sleep with me at night. I open the door and close it behind me lightly. I'm thinking I should just hop in next to him and hope he doesn't notice the human body that suddenly appeared. then I decide to just be real,  "Trent, you awake". He slowly opens one eye and say "mhm, what's wrong...can't sleep?". I nod then I say "yes, do you mind if I sleep next to you". Without one word, he pushes the cover aside a little and I notice he was shirtless. I have never seen him shirtless, I've seen him with short sleeves or tanks. I know he has tattoos but I've never seen all of it. He has the whole right side of his body from his lower neck just above his collar bone to his hips...as far as I can see anyway, covered in tattoos and the other side was bare. He looks at me and say "you see something you like". I roll my eyes "yeah, your tattoos". He opens his arms, and I crawl into them. I thought it would be a little weird, considering the fact that we don't have that type of relationship where I can casually cozy up with him and we're always at each others throat sometimes, but it was actually cozy in his arms. "So what's with all the tattoos" I ask. He sluggishly reply " they all signify something. I'll tell you when I'm not tired though. it's long background information and I can barely talk right now". I look at his arms and right below his shoulder, there is a tattoo of an angel with white wings that looks really sad and down. she's sitting on a swing with a bunny on her lap. it looks like she's crying also. I slowly get pull into a trance starring at that one tattoo. it was like I can feel her energy, feel her pain but at the same time not really understanding it, not really understanding why she's like that. every fiber in my body wants to reach out to the angel. I touch it and I feel my hands tingle from my fingertips slowly rushing and climbing up my arms, shoulders, head, and back down through my chest, stomach, down my legs. "Ouch, you zap me" I hear Trent says. Still lost in the tattoo, I mumble sorry to him.He looks down to where my hands were and say"that one is my favorite tattoo...it was the first tattoo I got. you like it". I nod "I wanna get one, but Evan doesn't like the idea of tattoos on me. he says it would make me look way too aggressive". He laughs and asks "so? what's the problem? tattoos to me aren't about 'looking aggressive' it's like carving your story, dreams, life, passions and meanings into your body...like a canvas...but that's just me". he chuckles. I smile, makes sense to me. I close my eyes and went to sleep.