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~Three Weeks Later~
*Trent's P.O.V*

I look outside my bedroom window and make a face at all the little kids running around in my neighborhood. They're all so small. I wonder how it would be if Gwen and I had little minions of our own. She's very much a feminist, another label she loves to identify with and it's very apparent she is by how she would rather work and do whatever makes her happy when she gets married to a guy. Her views are so respectable and I love just how much she stands by what she believes. These past three weeks have been amazing with her.

I've learned so much about her. She loves to draw, especially when I play my guitar in the music room. She has yet to show me any drawings though and her face when she draws is so cute. She scrunches her nose when she's trying to get those small details in. And I just can't help but get lost when I see her get lost in her art. We hang out way more too, she has moved to sitting next to me during lunch, to always talking during P.E when she's there, to when I walk her to the corner of her street. All of it has been amazing, but we have yet to go on a date and I plan on asking her  soon.

What I'm still curious about it why Duncan left so early the time he came to hang out with Gwen, Leshawna and I. I've noticed he's also talking to Gwen more than usual and he talks less to me. I'm not jealous about it! It's just, why is he even talking to her, I know they have the same group of friends but he's never paid attention to her before. I would see their group of friends smoking off the side of school, or listening to some nice rock music, but I would rarely see Gwen and Duncan interact during those times. All this thinking is giving me a headache though so I should just give it a rest.

I roll over in my bed and pick up my phone. I begin to scroll through my Instagram and watch a video of a kid opening a gift that has an avocado. I can't believe it's almost holiday time. I'm not really a Christmas person, but I should get Gwen a gift. Maybe some shading pencils or a new drawing notebook. Gwen has stated ever so often that she loves the colors during December because it gives so much light. The thing I love is that her favorite color is still black. Maybe I'll find something interesting on Instagram.

I scroll for another few minutes on my phone then get up and stretch my luscious body. I couldn't find anything for Gwen, but I still have time to look. I go take a quick shower and once I get out I notice I have a missed call. Gwen. I frantically unlock my phone and call her back.

*ring ring*...*ring ring* "hello..." She answered. I try to play it off that I didn't just almost drop my phone trying to call her back.

"Oh hey Gwen, what's up?" I hear some scuffling in the background. She must have not been expecting for me to call her back so soon.

"Hey Trent, what are you up to? I'm home alone right now and was just wondering if you want to come over and hang out?" Gwen and I? Alone? At her house? I don't have anything better to do so I might as well. I could play music, she can draw, she can draw me like one of her french boys. Or maybe we can do more, if you get my gist.

"Hey Trent? You there?" I guess I got lost in my train of thought that I forgot to say anything. Before I reply though, she talks again. "I was thinking you could bring Leshawna too! I love being around her honestly."

I sigh internally. "Yea, sorry Gwen I was just lost in my train of thought. I can go, let me call her too and see if she's down to come then. Give me about an hour, hour and a half is that fine?"

"Yea of course! Text me when you're on your way." We both hang up, but for myself it's probably not as positive as it should be. Does Leshwana need to come? I mean she is fun, but some alone time with Gwen would just be amazing. Maybe I can just lie! Yea that would be amazing. And I'll just tell Leshawna the truth later, just maybe not Gwen. I'll tell Leshawna Gwen wanted to hangout, but I needed that alone time with her. Yea that will work out. I might as well get ready now.

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