Trevor didn't have much action in his life. Most of his time was spent either walking around the campus with a smirk on his face and an unlit cigarette in his hand, striding down the hallways like he was the living Adonis, or he was embarrassing himself through attempts to flirt with the ladies. He wooed the ladies, oh he did. He could get them swooning in seconds, but what was embarrassing was how corny he was. It was basically cringe worthy. The only reason it worked for him was that he had mastered the ways to perfectly execute those lines with utmost confidence and swagger that it didn't sound like he just called you a booger because he would pick you first. If any other guy were to try that out, they would be on the floor grabbing their nuts in pain, because why would you even call a girl a booger?
He never really bothered to attend classes or socialise with anyone else. However, his bunking streaks would not lead to his downfall, because he was a total sucker to the female teachers that he couldn't possibly fail. And to the male teachers, he just taught them the tips and tricks on how to woo said female teachers.
His passion for photography died out long ago. Unfortunately for him, his parents were of the incredibly artsy nature and wanted him to pursue in 'what his true passion of art' was. And unfortunately for them, their handsome son who once took photographs for the mayor and the local newspaper and several art exhibitions had now lost his touch. He merely lost all sense of interest in snapping pictures, like a bright flame blowing out without even a small sign of a breeze. He never had a reason for his sudden disinterest either. He merely blamed it on human nature and our quick attention spans, always using the excuse that he never would have gotten a great job from photography anyway. He didn't give a rats ass about photography anymore, and yet he still took the course just to fulfill his parent's wish for him to excel in his eduction and make them proud. If only they knew how much of a shit he gave about it now.
He was glad that he took the class though, or else he may have never met the new circle of friends that he quite thoroughly enjoyed being with now. He enjoyed that his constant teasing and horrible humor made them laugh, punch him in the shoulder and make him fall off his chair. Trevor's past friendships were all superficial, none of them lasted longer than a few weeks of large group parties and discussion about vague and boring topics that he expected 15 year old high schoolers to talk about, let alone college students trying to make a name for themselves for the future. He enjoyed how he could easily connect with this small group of strange people with their own individualities, impressions, hobbies and interests and overall image that made everyday different. Not one moment spent with them was a bore.
His favourite moments with them however, were the ones where he could cut the thick colorful tension between two monochromatic individuals that he called friends. Both Dennis and Abaddon could be compared to the colours black and white. One was dark and mysterious, unwilling to share much without persuasion and frustrations, while the other was a packet of sour worms coated in sickly white sugar waiting to slap you in the face at first but begin to show their true sweeter nature after some time. Abaddon, also known as little Ms Sourworm, was halfway to sweetness, and Mr Mysterious Alleyway Man Dennis was still quite deep down in the dark ditches of the dingy alleyway. And yet, Trevor could see the immense interest that they both shared for each other; the spectrum of thoughts characterized by furrowed brows and wide eyes and curious glances were like neon lights spelling out all of the obvious secrets of these two's utter infatuation for each other. That, or Trevor was overreacting and his fanboy instincts were blurring fantasy from reality.
To him, Dennis and Abaddon were, as they say, his OTP. The One and only True Pairing that brought him enough joy to make him tear up at just the sight of the two within a ten meter proximity of each other. He was such a die hard for these two supposed love birds that he would probably have made a shrine for them had he not known that making shrines of people was seen as rather invasive of people's privacy and overall just seemed too creepy to be allowed. He did however use his past skills from his profession of photography to discretely capture the moments of pure love that seemed to radiate from his two friends. To an outsider, Trevor was taking a picture of two young people simply sitting on the same lunch table with each other along with other friends, merely talking to each other. But to him, it was magic. All he could see was fireworks blasting behind them and streams of heart shaped bubbles twirling around them and the two staring lovingly into each other's eyes. He was unwilling to admit that he was at fault, and his ship was the most decent, honest, purely magnificent of all ships that could be shipped. And no one could tell him otherwise. He had incredibly strong feelings for the two of his friends when they were together. Perhaps he was getting on to something, or perhaps it was merely an obsession of his that wouldn't seem to die down.
Whatever it was, the topic of Abaddon and Dennis was not something that would be messed with when dealing with Trevor Mason, the official number one fanboy of the Abannis Fanclub.
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Text messages with Trevor
Trevor: BROO (12:23 AM)
BRO GUESS WHAT (12:23 AM)
Marcus: wtf Trevor its past midnight (12:30 AM)
Trevor: BRUTHA (12:33 AM)
I GOT NEWS FOR YA (12:34 AM)
It's about ABANIIIIIS (12:34 AM)
Marcus: Oh my g o d Trevor do you have to obsess over this NOW (12:36 AM)
Trevor: BRO IM GONNA DROP THE BOMB ON YA (12:36 AM)
Marcus: trevor (12:37 AM)
Trevor: JUICY JUICY DEETS (12:37 AM)
Marcus: trevor (12:37 AM)
Trevor: IM OVERFLOWING WITH DETAILS (12:38 AM)
Marcus: TREVOR (12:38 AM)
CALM YOUR TITS (12:38 AM)
HAKUNA YOUR TATAS (12:38 AM)
Trevor: O ka y okay I got it (12:39 AM)
Marcus: Can you please move on (12:39 AM)
Trevor: OH RIGHT OKAY SO (12:39 AM)
Dennis and Abaddon had a fight about some shit (probably Dennis throwing a cold bitch fit) AND THEN THEY GOT LIKE TOTALLY MAD AT EACH OTHER and then they locked themselves up in their rooms but then Dennis left all of a sudden to go visit his family for the weekend BUT THEN Abby came out and was panicking and asking me if I knew where Dennis was because she wanted to apologize and then I flirted with the receptionist to get the address and then Abby just rode off on her bike in the rain to see him like IN THE RAIN ON A MOTORBIKE HOLY SHIT (12:42 AM)
OH BY THE WAY THE HAVEN'T COME BACK (12:43 AM)
Marcus: Okay 1. You need to start using your punctuation marks please. 2. Why didn't you tell me this earlier when it happened? 3. HOLY SHIT THEY GONNA GET LAID SOON *3* (12:45 AM)
Trevor: I knew they were bedtimes for each other (12:46 AM)
Those tarot readings were right (12:47 AM)
Marcus: ...what tarot readings (12:48 AM)
Trevor: Oh nothing I just went to a fortune teller and I got Dennis and Abby's futures read with tarot cards because I didn't have palms to use for palm reading (12:50 AM)
Marcus: Dude (12:51 AM)
That's a little creepy (12:51 AM)
Trevor: Aren't I always creepy though? ;) (12:51 AM)
Anyway on the topic of love birds... ouo (12:52 AM)
How are you and Kitty Cat? (12:52 AM)
You got blue balls yet? (12:53 AM)
Marcus: Trevor no (12:53 AM)
Trevor: You craving that vajayjay (12:53 AM)
Marcus: TREVOR STOP (12:54 AM)
Trevor: YOU THIRSTAAAAY (12:54 AM)
Marcus: fuck you (12:54 AM)
Trevor: It's not me you wanna fuck though ;) (12:55 AM)
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