"So what's the plan for tonight?" Trevor asks "I'm getting a bed set and your on the couch, something I'm sure you've never done before," I reply
"I have slept on a couch before actually. When I went camping,"
"You slept on a sofa when you went camping?"
"Well glamping, our tent had sofas and a fountain," Trevor answers. I role my eyes at him and get the sheet and spare duvet out the cupboard.
"You can make you own bed for once in your life," I scoff and throw the stuff at him. I turn and walk through the open doorway into the kitchen. I open the freezer and get out some ice cream. I get out two spoons and open the lid. I leave it to defrost slightly whilst checking on Trevor whose tangled up in bed sheets.
"You want some help?" I ask, putting my hands on my hips "No, I got this," he muffles from under the duvet. I walk back into the kitchen and get the ice cream. Then I stand in the corner of the living room and eat the ice cream whilst laughing silently at Trevor's attempts to make a bed.
About ten minutes later he's done it. "You look like a bit of a creep sitting in the corner of a room staring at me, you know?" Trevor questions
"It's not creepy if your being funny. It's like watching a bad TV show, 'Trevor's Troubles'" I laugh, getting up and joining him on the bed. I offer him a spoon and some ice cream and turn on the TV. "Told you I could do it," he smirks.
"How'd you find out where I lived?" I ask "I asked around," I glare at him knowing that isn't the truth "And when that didn't work I Internet stalked you until I found out," Trevor sighs.
"So tell me," Trevor says
"About what?" I question
"About you, what's your life been like since the last time I met you,"
"When you left school I hated you for leaving me even through we rarely spoke." I say
"I missed you too,"
"That's not what I said,"
"But that's what you meant,"
"No it isn't! I would never miss someone like you," I spit
"Someone like me?"
"Arrogant. Look at you, you love yourself even more than-" Trevor stops me by leaning in to kiss me but I move away and accidentally fall off the back of the sofa. I land with a thud, making Trevor open his eyes.
"Good night." I say and disappear into my room. I cannot go back to him. Resist! Resist the urge Jess! He may be a god, a perfectly chiselled man but-wait why am I trying to talk myself out of this again? I reopen my door to see Trevor stood in the hallway, I walk over to him "I'm sorry I shouldn't of-" he begins before I kiss him.
"This can never happen again," I whisper into his ear and walk back into my room. Mid kiss I remembered every reason I can't have him.
I change into some shorts and a vest top to sleep in and curl up in bed with my pillow.
I wait about half an hour before getting up and creeping into the living room. I feed my fish as I remember I forgot this morning. I go into the kitchen and wash my hands. I get some milk and pour it into a glass. Return it to the fridge and quietly go to my room again.
Trevor's POV:
She kisses me, Jess kisses me! I thought this was great until she pulls away and tells me it can never happen again but before I can even open my mouth to reply she speed walks back to her room and shuts the door.
I stare at her door for a short while until I decide to do something about it. I walk over to her door and knock, I can hear he TV so I think she can't hear my, I push the door open slightly.
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The Poor Girl And The Rich Boy
RomanceJess worked hard all her life, she doesn't live with her parents and her pride won't let her go back to them so she works and works and works what ever job she can get. The richest boy in the city throughs a huge party and his mother hires her to w...
