The Problem Child

Kill Conner

Trevor has never felt so devastated in his entire life. Like, really devasted. To the core.

He had taken a lot of effort on climbing up the stairs with his sore legs and made it to Charlie's bedroom, just to get his hands on Charlie's most confidential journal. He didn't even have to search a lot, Charlie's journal lied on top of his table.

It didn't have a lock on. It was just a random notebook with a black cover, the word 'Journal' printed on it.

Still, Trevor had kept up his hopes and opened the book to read it.

But he was disappointed nonetheless.

It's content was nothing interesting, but what he did in his daily life. Like, "Today, I woke up at six and had breakfast. I went to school And blah blah blah". Every single page. Same idea written using a slight change of words. Trevor vaguely wondered how boring the life of the guy could be.

He limbed around the room for another few moments, taking a look at Charlie's stuff, which were just some books and photographs.

The only thing that piqued his interest were the family photos that were perched upon one of the shelves. Trevor made an assumption that Charlie was an only child as there were not a single photo of any other kids among them. It was all just him and his parents. He also made an observation that Charlie's dad was an exceptionally handsome guy. He found himself thinkin that maybe that was were the perfectly angled jawlines came from.

When he got bored of wandering around and examining stuff, he limbed into his room and while he sat in his bed in the lonely room, he fell asleep.

•••

Trevor woke up to the sound of something clicking.

"Uh oh" he heard Conner say. He was confused. Because the last time he checked the time, it was just an hour past noon and there was no way this menace was back from school this early. Unless he slept for a pretty few hours.

He had to blink a few times before his eyes adjusted to the light. But when it did, he wasn't really happy with what he saw.

Conner was infront of him with his phone in one hand.

"Hehe. Blackmail purpose" Conner said and zoomed out of the bedroom. Trevor sighed.

Conner did that all the time. Clicking weird pictures of him whenever and wherever he could, saying the exact same thing.

He wondered how his phone manages to function normally with these many photos eating up half of the storage space.

He sat up and ran a hand down his face, trying to brush away his sleepiness.

Was it that he was sleepy or did he really feel something weird on his hand?

He had fallen asleep when he was trying to think of something to kill time. It must be past school hours, so everyone should be back. He finally put it together. He decided to go join them downstairs. He stood up and stretched, only to yelp in pain, straining some of his sore muscles.

Effing bullshite. This was probably the only part he hates about fighting-- the aftermath of it. P

No sooner had he reached downstairs, he saw Conner showing Charles and Joshua something on his phone. Probably, the picture of him he took earlier.

Trevor scowled at how silly Conner acted. "Ahem" he cleared his throat and made his presence known. Everyone's head perked up at his direction and as soon as they landed their eyes on him, they all erupted into laughter. Trevor wondered if Conner told them something funny about him.

He cocked his head to a side, wondering if they inhaled laughing gas or something.

"Aw, man. You look so adorable!" Joshua cooed as he walked towards Trevor. He began pinching Trevor's cheeks like one would do to a baby.

"Yo, get your filthy hands off of me. Who knows where they've been" Trevor slapped Josh's hand away but was so confused with the sudden, weird.... Cooing and all.

"That was rude of you, Trev. But hey, you really look kind of handsome with those on" Charlie said from his spot on the couch as he tried to stifle a laughter. He had his eyebrows shot up in amusement.

"What the hell are ya'll talking about?!" Trevor had had enough, so he went to check his face in the mirror.

Trevor couldn't explain the sound he made when he saw his reflection on the mirror. Nothing in the vocabulary of the world languages could describe the amount of disgust that washed over him at the moment.

"You're dead meat, Conner. YOU HEAR ME, YOU ASSHOLE?! YOU BETTER GET THIS OUT OF MY FACE RIGHT NOW OR YOU'RE DEAD!" he roared as he looked at his reflection in the mirror. He never thought he could look so girlish. His lips glowed with all the lip gloss put on. Make-up smeared his face. And his eyes were surrounded by a thick layer of mascara.

How on Earth did he not wake up while that moron was at it?!

He could only run behind Conner, who was a literal cricket, until he found himself panting and wheezing for air. The sight of them running around the room with Trevor yelling his lungs out at Conner was really a funny sight.

When he finally did get a hold of Conner, he kicked his ass for covering his face with all that weird make-up and for making him run around the house for a pretty few minutes.

Joshua and Charlie couldn't help rolling on the ground with uncontrollable laughter because of the human circus show that was going on in front of them. They were literally howling with laughter that annoyed the shit out of Trevor.

And Trevor doesn't really have a list of what not to do when he is super annoyed. So he did what was the obvious thing to do. He started throwing at them literally anything that he could get his hands on. "Eat bottle" He hissed as he threw a bottle, along wuth a handful of other stuff at the boys.

Josh and Charlie could only hide themselves behind the couch until Trevor finally decided it was time for him to move on.