ᴍʏ ᴋɪɴᴅ ᴏꜰ ᴘᴇʀꜰᴇᴄᴛ ✩ ᴛᴢ11

ELEVEN

penelope

the intense thumping in my head disturbs my sleep forcing me to slowly sit up in bed. i'm extremely confused. i don't know what time it is or how long i slept. the hangover surely isn't helping. actually, i think i'm still drunk.

i grab my phone and look at the time. 6:57pm. i slept for almost two and a half hours - if i recall correctly. i'm dazed and my memory isn't quite all there.

where's trevor?

"trev?" i call out, regretting instantly when my brain pounds against my skull.

"right here." he raises his arm up on his side of the bed.

i jump because i didn't even realize he was there. when i peer outside i see it's raining. the once blue skies are dark but the calming patters of the rain ease me. the screen door to the deck is open and i can smell the fresh rain smell.

"how are you feeling?" he groans, flopping over to face me.

"like i got hit by a train." i turn on my side to look at him. i take in his appearance. his eyes are just barely slits and he's moving at a sloths pace.

"are you drunk too?" i place my thumb on his eyelid, pulling it up.

he swats my hand away. "no of course not." he laughs.

i raise my eyebrow not totally convinced he's lying.

"however," he points his index finger to the ceiling. "bree and morgan did give me a brownie."

i stare at him before bursting out laughing and he follows suit. trevor's laughing so hard he has tears streaming down his face and now i'm laughing because trevor's laughing. what a vicious cycle.

"s-stop! my stomach h-hurts!" i hold my stomach and shove his shoulder.

"penelope you need one so bad." trevor flips to lie on his back. "in my defense, i didn't know they were edibles."

"oh my god, trevor. you thought there were just two friendly lesbians bringing you a brownie? you're smarter than that."

he shrugs and throws his hands up in defense. "listen!" he snaps.

i stare at him in silence, waiting for him to continue on but he doesn't.

"i don't remember what i was going to say." he drops his hand down. i sigh, brushing some hair out of his face.

"well now i want one." i say, half joking.

trevor's eyes jolt open and he pounces out of the bed, making his way to the kitchen but doing some "karate kid moves" on the way. he looks so ridiculous but so cute i can't stand it. and just then, my memory comes flooding back.

"i think i have a biiiiiig crush on you."

my heart races and i hope trevor doesn't remember me saying that. i'm surely not going to bring it up now in case he doesn't remember it.

"they wanted you to have one too but you were honk shooing." trevor walks over to me in bed and presents the extra brownie to me in his palm sing songing a 'ta da' on the way.

"honk shooing?" i question taking the brownie from him and popping it into my mouth.

"you know," he starts putting both hands under his head to pretend he's asleep. "sleeping!"

i laugh urging him to sit down on the bed. he crawls over me and back to his side, slipping under the covers. he closes his eyes and smiles like a little kid and it makes me laugh.

"how high can i expect to get?" i ask staring up at the ceiling.

trevor snorts. "very."

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