The Definition of Love-A Trevor Moran Fan Fiction

Chapter 3

As the rest of the day past, more and more people found out about Trevor's presence at out school. This also meant that Chloe found out, and let's just say she was excited.

"OMG! TREVOR MORAN IS HERE!" She screamed when she found me in the front of the school after we were dismissed.

"I know, Chloe. Calm down!" I shook her by the shoulders as I said this.

"What if I like run into him in the hall, or I have a class with him on my B day schedule, or what if..." Chloe couldn't finish her ramble because right then and there, Trevor was walking by. Unfortunately, he saw me.

"Oh, hey Jessica."

Chloe lost it. "You know him?" She said almost fainting.

I said,"We met today during free period."

"Yea," Trevor continued,"In the-"

"-Library!" I yelled. I didn't want Chloe to know about my music yet, and I hoped that Trevor got the idea.

"Yea, in the library..." Trevor looked confused, but I was so grateful that he didn't reveal what he didn't know was a secret.

"Anyway, Trevor, this is my best friend Chloe. Chloe, this is Trevor." I introduced the two and Trevor held out his hand to shake Chloe's. Her hand was shaking like crazy as she reached out to shake it.

"I know!" She said all dreamily and I had to jab her in the stomach to wake her up.

"Well, it was nice to meet you, Chloe. And I hope I keep running into you Jessica. Bye!" Trevor gave us a final wave and turned around to walk away.

"Oh my God!" Chloe was now on the ground in the fettle position. She was such a fan girl.

"You're such a girl! Calm yourself!" I screamed as I walked away to go home. I probably shouldn't have left her like that all alone, but hey, she's a big girl.

As I walked into my house, I was greeted by my dog Eeor. I bent down to pet his little belly and then got up to go to my room to do my homework. I was probably halfway through my math homework when Charlie came into my room.

"Hey, J. How was school?" He asked.

"It was very event filled." I responded

"What happened?"

So that was when I explained what had happened. Trevor, music room, Chloe's heart attack-everything.

"Trevor Moran thought you were amazing? J, that's incredible!" He was smiling like I've never seen him smile before. He was always the happiest big brother I had ever seen. He graduated college and now has a major in teaching, but no job yet. I'm glad he still lives with us, because he's the only one-or WAS the only one-who knew about my singing.

"He scared the shit out of me! First of all, HE HEARD ME SING MY SONG, and second, HE'S FRICKIN' TREVOR MORAN!" I was freaking out as I said this, and Charlie came to sit next to me on my bed.

"J, you're good. And I'm not just saying that. I think it's time you shared your talent."

"No!" I refused. "I don't want to be judged or shut down! I like how my music is MY music only. I'm scared people won't like the real me."

"Trevor liked the real you." He gave me the cruelest smile I have ever seen. And at that moment, my other brother Marco walked in.

"Hey, did you hear Trevor Moran goes to our school?" That isn't what I need right now, Marco but thank you.

"Yea, I met him in the library." I might as well stick to one lie, right? Marco was a senior, and I a freshman, so we didn't see much of each other at school. But we were close at home, and I didn't mind not seeing him at school.

Charlie gave me another look as he said,"Yea, she was telling me about it."

"Well, I'm going to find him tomorrow and ask him to put me in a video." Marco said it like it was going to be a piece of cake.

"Don't bug him, Marco! He came here to get away from that!" I pleaded, and mainly because I didn't want Trevor to find out that I was related to the kid who begged him to be put in a video.

"Whatever. Well, I'm going to practice. See you later." Marco played soccer, and he was good. He left, and Charlie thought he should leave me, too.

"Think about what I said, Jessica. Really, you deserve recognition, but the only person who can allow that is you." He waled away and left me alone with my geometry.

How could I go out there and show who I really was when I wasn't comfortable with who I was. I sighed and looked at my homework. I wish life was like a geometry problem. At least it would have an answer.