With Every Heartbeat (Trevor Phillips X Reader)

Chapter 6: You Guys Know Each Other?

Lifting up my eye lids, the fresh smell of manure and pot found its way into my nostrils. Oh, I'm in Trevor's trailer. However I didn't awake with Trevor holding me with his arms around me on his patched up couch but in his sweat-stained, food-covered, beer-spilled bed. Yet he had his arms wrapped around my waist protectively. I sighed warmly.

I turned over and saw the man himself. He looked so peaceful sleeping. I hoped he was having good dreams. No nightmares or wet dreams. That explains that white stain over there on the mattress.

Of course Trevor was snoring like a bear in the forest. I didn't want to interfere with him though. So I once again remove his grip from me and got up and stretched. Then Trevor hugged me from behind. "Hmm morn'n," he sleepily says. I faced him and noticed his eyes were still shut. I caressed his face gently and smiled. "Good morning Trev."

I got out of bed and looked for something to eat. The only things I managed to find were boxes of pizza (with pizzas with mold on it) and warm or empty beer bottles. I sighed defeatedly. I guess we could go out to eat maybe. An Egochaser sounds great with (f/f) coffee. That made my stomach rumble. I heard footsteps and when I turned around into the bed room, Trevor was standing there shirtless with a pair of sweatpants on. I blushed intensely.

"Now how 'bout we get something real to eat baby," he says a little hubris. I rolled my eyes while trying to hide my pink dust. "Okay. Is that 24/7 across the street alright with you?" I asked him; while not being able to take my eyes off his built abs. "Sounds great as long as you don't rob it or anything." Trevor mumbles while heading out the door.

Following him, I couldn't help but think about Trevor. Holy hell he was ripped. Maybe if he weren't so dirty and druggy I would be more interested in him. I just don't really know my feelings right now. We walked to the street where the little store was and purchased what we craved. I got an ECola and an Egochaser while Trevor got a box of Pißwasser for himself. Taking a bite from the freshly baked breakfast bar, Trevor literally broke open the top and took a large swig of the alcohol. I cringed and continued eating my breakfast.

"Is that all you're gonna have Trevor?" I asked unsure about his meal to start off the day. Swallowing down the beer, he looked at me and nodded. "It's fantastic. Wanna sip?" He asked me handing me over the bottle; which I refused nicely.

My phone began to ring and I saw Franklin calling me. As I read the contact name, Trevor, who was peeking over my shoulder, was nearly stalking my poor phone. "Hey I know that guy! He's my homie!" Trevor says ripping the phone out of my hand and answering it. "Hey!" I squealed.

"Helloooooo." Trevor greeted Franklin on the other end; which he got worried. "(Y/N)? You there? Who this?" Franklin worries through the cellar device. "I'm here! That's just Trevor." I said. "T? The hell man how do you know (Y/N)?" Franklin says while Trevor puts the phone on speaker. "Because tough guy I rescued her from the cops and her boyfriend. Where were you?"
"Uh driving 3 hours up to get (Y/N) away from yo crazy ass."

Trevor looked down and got pissed. "You know what? At least she actually wanted to be with me!" Trevor barks through the phone getting me tense. "You probably kidnaped her like that Pat chick or whatever." Franklin says smartly.

Trevor kidnaped a girl? Named Pat? Not surprised.

"I..." Trevor sighs plainly. "Y'know what, (Y/N)'s in good hands-so don't even bother driving up here." And with that Trevor hung up the phone and stormed away to his trailer. "Wait Trevor!" I called up and running up to catch him.

"All those years in the ghetto sure made him a feisty asshole." Trevor mumbles angered. I stopped mid way. He turned around and looked at me. "What?" Trevor asked me.

I didn't say anything. Could I be his next victim? Nah Trevor wouldn't do that. I think. I don't know. I'll be sure to pass the remote when he wants it though.

"Get over here!" Trevor says stomping his foot down on the pavement making me jump. "I'm sorry. Can you calm down?" I asked him while going up to him. Trevor sighed. "I...arrgghhh! He pisses me off-and-and I want to-"
"Trevor calm down!"
"I need to..."

Silence falls between us. I look down at his dirty worn out boots. "Need to what Trevor?" I asked softly. He looked up at me with a tear escaping his eye. Without even warnings, he grabbed my face and forcefully kissed me.