The guy next door.

Chapter seven

**ONE MONTH LATER**

Natasha's P.O.V

Well Trevor will be over in a couple of minutes so we can stay here for a few days then go to his place for a bit. We have a pretty good system. What if Trevor and I moved into a different place? We would have never met. It's crazy. Maybe we could move into a place together in a bit.

I sat down on my bed and decided to watch some of dan and Phil's videos after a while of doing that I heard Trevor knock on the door

"You don't really need to knock just say it's you when you walk in"

"I don't want to seem creepy Natasha"

We laugh and go sit together on my bed. Trevor rests his head just above my stomach. We held each other's left hand. Our fingers intertwined. I just want to spend every minute of my life like this with Trevor.

I wake up and I guess a few hours later with Trevor curled up on top of me. Trevor's arms were wrapped around my neck and his head on my shoulder. I went back to sleep so I didn't wake Trevor.

Trevor's P.O.V

I woke up on Natasha's chest with my arms around her neck and my head on her shoulder. I have before but this time I didn't feel the same. I'm feeling much more depressed than usual today. I don't know why but I do.

Once Natasha wakes up and we start our day maybe I'll feel better. I usually do. I always do actually. Shouldn't be any different than any other day I feel a bit down in the morning. I have Natasha. I'll be fine as long as she's here.

As the morning went on I never felt any better. It was a bit hard to hide it today. I just kept telling Natasha I was tired. I've been telling people that for many years now? I don't know. but it's been quite a few.

Natasha kept asking over and over and over every 10 minuets if I was fine. I lied and lied. She knows. I know she know. I just think if I give it a few days I'll be fine and back to normal. Well not fine. I never am. But better than today. And what is normal for me.

Natasha and I watch a movie. I could tell Natasha was holding me closer to her today. Not only closer but together too. I felt protected and safe. I liked the feeling. Our day was usual. Yet I still never felt any better.

*As weeks go by Trevor sinks deeper and deeper into this hole of depression. He thought he was just getting out of it. He wasn't. He still loved Natasha exactly the same, but grew farther from Natasha everyday. Trevor sat home in his dark room. Just thinking. Soon. And very soon. Trevor would hit rock bottom. He would crash down hard only to have Natasha to save him*

Natasha's P.O.V

Trevor stayed by himself at his place much more often. He took longer to text back. He slept in earlier and earlier. I think I could hear faint cries through the walls. Very very faint cries.

Trust me I wanted to just run over and see what was wrong. I knew he didn't want me just to invade. Who would? I feel like I could do nothing for Trevor...I felt useless...I thought if I let him be for a bit he would calm down after a while. After nearly two weeks of only seeing Trevor 6 times I became much more concerned.

I know he needed help at this point. I still was hesitant about asking anything big to him. I can't do anything. I feel that I can't. It's like being trapped in a glass box with a hammer.

I know I can help. I want to. But I just can't...it's the strongest feeling on earth. I just had a gut instinct he had to be left alone. These were the worst decisions of my life. I was in a way hurting Trevor by just letting it "slide by" even though I was constantly worried about Trevor.

Within the next two days would be a life changing day for me. The day Trevor had really hit rock bottom. The day he had a grave nearly dig at rock bottom with his name written all over it.