Dirt Boy

Last Day

Your P.o.V

His face drops from concern to horror. "No. You're lying. Please tell me you're kidding. (Y/n), this is sick joke ok. Don't leave-" he hugs me closer, if possible and we don't move.

"I wish it was. But maybe you can come for a week or something?" Tears fill saw Trevor's eyes too, and now I really can't keep it together. "Please don't cry because I'm trying really hard to keep it together." We laugh, the tension defusing slightly.

After a few more minutes in the barn and calming down slightly, we decide to head back into the comfort of Trevor's room. Walking through his house, we pass Phoebe and Podcast sat at the table. "Can you take us somewhere? We need some supplies for experiments."

Time Skip

"When you said supplies, I thought you meant explosives or junkyard shit. Not snacks from Walmart." I groan as I push the cart around. Trevor holds the side of it, occasionally putting something in the cart. Phoebe walks ahead, going through the different items on the shelves and Podcast follows behind her.

Phoebe turns around, holding a bag of marshmallows. "It is for experiments. And because Podcast wanted to 'see his ship sail', whatever that means-" Said boy runs over, shushing her.

Trevor and I look at each other, rolling our eyes at the pair. He leans over to me, whispering in my ear. "We should ditch, they won't notice." I hit his chest lightly, laughing quietly. His hands go up in defence, a smirk still playing on his lips.

"We can't abandon our children," the boy rolls his eyes, "even if we want to." We continue walking through the isle, keeping a few feet away from the kids. Trevor moves behind me, caging me between himself and the cart, hands sitting next to mine. His head rests on top of mine, and my heart rate rises slightly. Jesus man, can't you see I'm trying to be stable around you.

"Shame, we could be watching '10 Things I Hate About You' in bed, but if you prefer the company of my sister and her friend over me then-" he grunts as I shove my elbow into his ribs. After failing to look up at him, I step on his foot lightly and continue walking.

"Don't use that against me ok, we can do that when we get back." Trevor appears by my shoulder, a pout on display. He begs quietly, reeling off excuses as to why we should leave, and how much more fun it would be. I check that Podcast isn't looking, and then put one of my hands on the side of his cheek. Leaning closer to his ear, I internally laugh. "Keep talking and we'll never get home, pretty boy." I kiss his cheek before pulling away, not daring to look at his face. As I walk forward, I feel him stop and stay still behind me.

He babbles, no coherent sentences coming out. Glancing back at him, his jaw is dropped and he stares at me. "What- you- wh-"

"Did you break him?"

3rd P.o.V

(Y/n) jumps as Podcast stands next to her. "Jesus Christ, don't do that!" She puts her hand on her chest, trying to slow her already rapid heartbeat. Podcast smirks, looking back at Trevor, who is still stood in a state of shock. The younger boy calls Phoebe over to see her brother in a state.

"What happened?" Phoebe looks at (Y/n) confused, as Podcast laughs at Trevor. "Is he possessed?" The older girl rushes out 'no' and she looks away, avoiding eye contact with the others.