The guy next door.

Chapter four

Trevor's P.O.V

When Natasha opens the door I give a fake smile, well I always do I don't want to lie to her but I can't tell her how broken I really am. It'd kill me well I'd kill me actually. We go and sit on the sofa and just start a casual conversation though it wasn't until I realized Natasha's sleeping with sirens shirt. Am I really that blind? I pay a lot of attention to her face and hair actually.

"So how've you been? Anything happen over the last how many hours?"

"Well I just noticed your sleeping with sirens shirt and want to hug you now"

Did I just tell Natasha I want to hug her?! Well the answer to that is did I just screw up? Yep. I'm horrible at hiding feelings when I like someone.
Dammit.

"Awe Trevor you're too adorable!"

My heart skipped a bit. I can feel my cheeks blush. I hope Natasha can't notice. Who am I kidding. She can probably see right through me. Well fuck.

"Thank you Natasha, I've needed to meet someone like you for a while"

The truth is I really have. I just have a feeling I can trust her. I don't know what it is, but maybe one day I can tell her I'm depressed and she can help.

"Awe thanks I've needed to meet someone like you too. So what do you wanna do?

If I had the guts to say you I would. What is wrong with me? I don't know whether to laugh or not at what I thought. I should stop. I think too much.

"Umm. I don't know. Maybe we could watch something?" I prayed that sounded casual and not weird.

"Yeah sure, but we'll have to go into my room if that's okay with you."

"Yeah it's fine"

"Natasha stands up and I stand up a second after. We walk into her room and Natasha jumps on the left side of her bed and sits with her legs up straight. I awkwardly and slowly sit down the same way on the right side. She grabs the remote and looks at me. She tossed the remote in the air a couple of times.

"So what do you wanna watch?"

"Well. Do you like American horror story?"

"Oh my god Trevor I love you! Yes I love American horror story! I've surprisingly never met anyone who really watches it"

She did it again. I'm done. She said she loves me, even though it's in a friendly way it will keep me up at night. I wish I could tell her how I feel.

"Yes! You are a more amazing person I've ever met! Everyone I've met before thinks I'm weird"

I just realized how sad that got really fast. Well it's true though.

"Awe Trevor thank you again! And you're perfect not, not weird. we are all weird in our own great ways."

Natasha leans over and hugs me causing me to fall over towards her. We both laugh and I think it was the first time I have a genuine smile and laugh. I didn't need to fake a smile or fake a laugh. Natasha was the first person in forever that makes me feel happy. I think I can see our relationship going far.

After we finish laughing and calm down, Natasha turns on American horror story. We occasionally make comments about things we didn't notice before and laugh here and there. After being in really awkward positions we both just relax next to each other. After episode, after episode, after episode, after episode. I can feel myself start to drift off until I fall asleep.

Natasha's P.O.V

I look over after a while to see Trevor asleep curled up toward me. He seems peaceful. I want to curl up next to him, but I know I can't. I get off the bed and walk over next to him. His slightly tanned skin makes my skin so much paler than it already is.
His hair falls perfectly in a messy way across his face. The curls in it makes him look more adorable. I cover him up with my duvet and sit on my sofa.

I wish Trevor could be mine. I know he can't though. The way he sleeps. There's something about it. I just want to wrap my arms around him and make sure he's okay. I still can't. He's too good for me. About an hour later I heard movement coming from my room and I run back in too see Trevor sat up looking panicked. I could see the relief in his eyes when he saw me. He uncovered himself and hopped out onto the ground.

"Hey Trevor, im sorry I should've stayed in here but I didn't want to wake you up"

"It's okay Natasha. Thank you for not waking me up but it would've been fine"

"You looked very peaceful and I didn't want to wake you up"

"Really? I never get a peaceful night of sleep. That's a first. I think I'm gonna go back before my hair freaks out even more. Sorry I look like crap."

"Awe but your hair looks adorable that way and I'll see you later"

"Bye Natasha"

Trevor's smile looks a little fake, but this time it seemed more real.

"Bye Trevor"

I smile and close the door. I go back to my bedroom to see the spot where Trevor had drifted off. I slide my hands across the fabric and fix the covers where Trevor had been. I think every time I think about him the more I fall for him a little bit more. I wish he could be mine. I'll let this little crush go by. It should pass in a bit so Trevor and I can be just friends.

Trevor and I don't see each other for a few days and we just text because Trevor hasn't felt good for the past few days. He said he's okay and doesn't need anything though he feels worse everyday. I get concerned after a few days of no improvement. I think I'll give it another day or two. no matter what he says I'm going to see him and make sure he's okay. I haven't seen him in a bit well "ugh" without seeing him and knowing he doesn't feel good.

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