y/n: "SILLY TILLY!?" I exclaimed, looking up at the lanky figure, Trevor Spengler, walking beside me, completely baffled.
"YES!"
"Preposterous!"
"Stop denying it, Y/n, you called me that for 3 years straight! Those were the worst 3 years of my life." Trevor emphasized, kicking a pebble a few feet in front of him. I rolled my eyes, crossing my arms, turning my attention towards the narrowing dirt road in front of us.
"You even had the audacity to refer to me as "Silly Tilly" in front of the ENTIRE school on graduation day too! The audacity!" Trevor continued. All of what the boy was complaining about sounded foreign to me, like a dead language no archaeologist can decipher except for the last thing he whined about.
Just last year, for Trevor and I's 8th grade graduation ceremony we were given the choice to give a speech reflecting on our years in junior high and how we will excel and strive further into our high school years. Trevor, being my only true friend throughout, basically, all of my academic years (and still persists to) so it only felt right to include him in my speech, but in the most humiliating way possible.
I suppose it makes sense as to why Trevor is my only friend. I'm extremely difficult to be around. But I mean, he is too once you get to know him so we're not so different after all.
"Look it's not the worst thing to have happened to you. There's plenty other awful things that can have happened to you, like, your reputation gets destroyed! That's bad."
"Well too late, you've already done that for me," Trevor mumbled.
Cry baby.
"Grow up."
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After lunch, with Trevor's small family, we laid together, sprawled across his queen-size bed, flipping through old comic books he's had since he was little while listening to some Beatles and Moldy Peaches play faintly over his beaten up radio he's had since he's moved to Summerville. I was very fond of Trevor's style, he dressed like how you'd imagine anyone named Trevor would; car tee's, skinny jeans and a pair of tattered, black Nike's.
It was only recently did Trevor start getting into cars, but when he was younger he had this strange obsession with snails and other creepy crawlies of the sorts.
