Dirt Boy

What Happens Now?

Your P.o.V

Trevor and I change into cleaner and more comfortable clothes before going back down to talk with the older men downstairs and have hot cocoa. I text my aunt to let her know I'm staying with the Spengler's for a while and she responds almost immediately. 'Okay, be safe, I saw all those ghosts and I don't want you getting hurt x'. Uh, a little bit too late but I appreciate the concern. "Hey, your heads bleeding." Trevor gently touches near my temple. Shit, no wonder I have a headache. "Come on, we have a first aid kit in the bathroom."

I sit on the counter, holding myself so I don't slip. He finds the kit and opens it up to grab the supplies. Pulling out some cotton wool and disinfectant, he tells me it might hurt a bit. I wince as he dabs the area, and he tries to be more gentle. He leans closer awkwardly, so I pull him forwards and let him stand between my legs. Watching his face flush red is entertaining but I don't say anything, letting him clean the cut. Screw it, I could have died today, may as well say what I want. "You're pretty." Once again, his face glows red. Trevor pulls away, standing still but facing the first aid kit. Pulling out the Band-Aid, he looks me dead in the eyes.

"Yeah, well you're very pretty too." He holds me face with one hand and puts the Band-Aid over the cut. Oh fuck, we're very close right now. Like noses almost touching. Was he this close before? I can feel him breathing, not that I'm complaining, I like him being this close. If I lean forwards, I could probably kiss him. Not that I want to, but I could. He doesn't move away or closer, we just stay like that for a while, gazing at each other quietly. "I was terrified that I lost you. It was like I met the most amazing person in the world, just to get them taken away too soon." Shit, why do we have to get sentimental. If I start crying now, I won't stop for a while. It's been a long week, I got possessed and I met some very famous hero's so I think it's fair to say I'm emotional right now. Someone knocks on the door, startling us and making Trevor move away. Our faces burn, and I look at the man at the door.

"Oh, uh, sorry kid. Your mom said to make sure you're all ok." Ray Stantz stands in the doorway. I hop down from the counter, letting Trevor get the kit.

"We'll be down in a minute." Trevor tells the man. The Ghostbuster nods and leaves. Behind me, I hear Trevor picking something up. "I assume you'll want to comb your hair, but you need to relax so I'll do it when we're downstairs." I nod and follow Rays footsteps.

We go into the kitchen to get our drinks and get seats on the floor with the others. Trevor sits up against the chair Phoebe is sat in and pulls me to sit between his legs. "Are you ok with this?" I nod and settle down, getting comfortable. Once we're both sat, he starts to brush my hair slowly, trying to be a gentle as possible. The adults talk about their past and their careers while the kids listen. I drift off slightly, relaxing finally after the long day. His fingers brush strands of hair away from my face and it's hard to stay awake. I lean back against Trevor, stopping his actions. He puts the brush down, eventually just stroking my hair. Closing my eyes, the sounds in the background get quieter.

Time Skip

The sound of people talking quietly wakes me up. Something below me moves and gently, as if trying to not move me. "Trevor, when are you gonna tell her you like her?" I assume he's the one below me and he shushes Phoebe.

"There's nothing to tell her, I'm not in love with her Pheebs." The girl points out that he carried me up to his room before commenting on his phrasing.

"I never said you were in love with her," they both go quiet. Shit, why do I care how he feels. I don't like him, right? Beneath me, I can feel Trevor's heart beating in his chest. It's going fast like he's nervous. Why would he be nervous, it's not like-

"O-ok, so maybe she's really pretty, funny and my best friend and yeah maybe I would kiss her, b-but I don't like her that way." My face heats up while I listen. Shit, dirt boy why are you making me feel like this. The butterflies come back and at this point I can't deny that there is a small possibility that I like Trevor. I hear Phoebe sigh and footsteps, I guess she left. Trevor sits up, taking me with him. "Hey, are you awake?" He whispers into my ear. Shuffling, I try to make it seem like I've only just woken up. I hum and turn so my side is on Trevor's chest instead of my back.

"Do you want me to take you back to your place to get some fresh clothes?" I nod and sit up, both of us getting out of our comfortable positions. "Also do you want to go to Rust City later?" I've been to Rust City many times, but not with Trevor. So many times that I have a little hide out in one of the less run down office buildings.

"Obviously. I'll bring some food from my house too." I head down stairs so he can get changed. Callie and Phoebe sit at the table talking quietly, Gary is on the couch looking at a map with Podcast on the floor looking at another one. Walking over to Callie, she hands me a cup of juice. I sit next to Phoebe, greeting all the people in the room. "Trevor and I are going to Rust City, so if you want anything we can bring it back." Callie asks for some pizza for everyone. I then remember Lucky and the older ghostbusters.

"Hey, where did grandpas friends go? And Lucky?" Trevor asks as he gets downstairs. Guess I'm not the only one who didn't know. Callie says they took Lucky back and went to stay in a hotel overnight and will be back to talk to everyone later about stuff.

"Don't get arrested again!" Callie calls out as I grab a blanket and drag dirt boy to the Ecto-1.

"Slow down darling, we have time." He chuckles and gets in the drivers seat. The pet name makes my heart flutter but I hop in the car and play it off as excitement.

"Come on, the sooner the better!" We laugh and Trevor puts on some old rock songs. The drive down the old dirt track is filled with us laughing, and we talk while he drives to my house. "What do you think will happen now? Do you think your mom will move you away?" I know it seems unlikely, but people don't often move into Summerville and stay. The tall boy glances at me and rests a hand on my knee.

"I'm not going anywhere, not without you."