Fire Meet Gasoline

Part Fifteen

Trevor and I are alone together again. The last time we were alone, I sent him away. This time, there is no way I would let him go. When I saw the way he looked at me on the ride in the back of his Bodhi to his trailer, and it confirmed that he looked at me differently. His harsh frown lines vanished, and his eyes zoned out a bit. He seemed less on edge. Less than he has been around me recently from being mad at me.

When we walked in, he went over to a table, which held a case of beer. He took one out, and turned to me, "I'd offer you one, but I know you don't drink."

"You know me very well, Trevor Philips." My smile then faded when I realized he doesn't.

"I don't think I do. You didn't really open up to me before. You told me you don't drink, you don't kill people. So what do you do? Like for fun?" He sat on the couch, and patted the seat next to him. I walked over and sat close to him.

"Well, I kind of kept to myself. My brother was my only friend. We did everything together."

"Yeah, you mentioned him."

"Oh shit!" I then remembered. "I locked him in the bathroom at the hotel!"

"Why?"

"He came to check on me."

"You're a big girl. You can take car of yourself."

"Do you really think that for a second?"

"But you picked me over your brother?"

"I'm was gonna go back for him, of course. I just didn't know how much time I had to get to you. And it wasn't enough time to tell Carter what I've been up to the past month."

"Alright. Let's go."

"Are you sure, T?"

"You can't leave him in there forever, Eden. And I'm going with you. I'm not letting out of my sight again."

"Shouldn't you been laying low?"

"I'm going with you. I'll drive us to my air field. Taking the chopper will be faster."

I agreed, and we rode to the air field. Trevor led me to his helicopter, the same one I saw earlier, and opened the passenger door for me. Then he jogged to the other side and got in. 

He got a smug look on his face as he started it up. "I was in the air force, once."

"Oh really? Trevor I find that hard to believe."

"Why!? I love flying. More than meth. More than my friends. More than anything." The sound of his voice made me giddy. I loved hearing him talk excitedly about something over than things that are illegal. "Well, it didn't last long. They uh, deemed me mentally unstable. They realized I had daddy issues."

I just nodded, saddened for Trevor. That must have really crushed him. "I uh, have something to confess. I... I didn't get into LCU. That is the main reason I came here. Going to Liberty City just wasn't an option. I know I said I came to Los Santos to get separation from my brother, which after thinking about it for a while it seemed like it was, but I didn't get in. That was too embarrassing to tell him. I always lagged behind him. Making friends, in school... Everything."

"That must be hard to deal with."

I looked down, out of the side of the helicopter at the dusty ground below us. "It was. He treated me like a wounded animal, too. Ever since the accident-"

"Eden, I never meant to treat you that way."

"You didn't. Matter of fact you called me out on my shit. That's what I need. Before I left, my brother called me out on not really knowing what the internship was about. If only he had called me out on it sooner..." I looked over at him.

"I won't let you fuck around, Dollface." He smirked at me. "Something is different with you. I don't know how to explain it. Ever since the rest of them left. You look less pale."

"I'm breathing a hell of a lot easier knowing your okay. And to be honest with you, I don't like Franklin very much." I began to recognize the city roads underneath of us. 

"Oh?"

"He said I'm a sociopath."

"He said what?"

"He called me a sociopath?"

"Why the fuck-"

"He said it was funny. A sociopath and a psychopath... well a Bipolar psychopath and a Depressed sociopath-"

"Whoa. Who told him he could fucking diagnose me? Or you? Or any fucking one?"

"Well, I kinds told him about my depression."

He said less defensively, "I didn't hear about that." He said it more worried.

He began landing on the roof of the hotel. I silently observed. When he touched the ground and he turned off the helicopter, he turned to me. He said, "That doesn't make me not love you. If anything, I'm gonna love you a lot more than I already did."

"Is that your fetish?"

"No... I don't have any freaky fetishes, Dollface. Before you, I fucked whoever. Older chicks, strippers. But that shits over now. Right?"

"You you aren't submissive?"

"Maybe. Let's go there later, baby. Let's go get your brother. But I'm still pissed a Frank. Him calling you a sociopath is like the pot calling the kettle black. Now stay there." I nodded, smiling as he got out, jogged back around the helicopter and opened my door.