boyfriend, trent alexander-arnold

❪ ♡ ❫ ━ full name

「 FULL NAME! 」

summary: his name is trent
john alexander-arnold. how
can you not make fun of him?

disclaimers: mutual pining,
robbo appearance, teasing

word count: 0.4k

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"I can't believe your full names are all first names!"

You have gone at it for a moment now, after reading an article about Trent explaining where he got his name, you decided to ask Trent about his actual full name and you almost spit out your drink when he told you.

"Trent John Alexander-Arnold?!"

He was amused by your reaction. you were holding your stomach, rolling on the floor, huffs of laughter escaping your mouth.

You were so distracted by the new information, you didn't realise Robbo was walking through the door, already confused at the scene before him.

Trent sent Robbo a tired smile, "Hey." before turning to look at you with soft eyes that went unrecognised.

Not to Robbo though, He knows.

"What the hell is goin' on?'' Robbo laughs, walking over to sit on the couch, already munching on the snacks that were on the table. It was supposed to be movie night, but with the way the situation is going, it may start later than normal.

Trent shrugged his shoulders, "Yer done?" he asked, biting his lip. A teasing tone layering his voice as he moved to crouch down to where you were laying.

You finished up the last of your laughter, wiping up imaginary tears under your eyes and placing your hand on Trent's shoulder. "Yeah." you sighed, "But this will not be the last time. cause damn." a chuckle left your mouth before it turns into a full blown laughter again.

Trent rolled his eyes. You would think that he was annoyed but with the little smile that's curling up his lips, it shows otherwise.

Robbo shook his head, "Just get married already you two."

Both of your head snapped over to look at Robbo with wide eyes as your cheek and neck became warm at his comment.

You shook your head and stood up, giggled, escaping yourself, "You're moving mad, y'know." you moved to sit at the couch telling Robbo to scoot over to give you some space, ignoring how your heart feels all fuzzy by the thought of being with trent.

Copying you, Trent stood up from his position and let out an awkward cough, "Yeah." before staring at you, the light provided by the sun setting outside lays a soft glow on your face and trent thought,

Huh.

Maybe it isn't that mad.

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