One•Shots

logan + trevor

l o g a n *

12/1/19: last pre-edited story since I've decided to start publishing!!!!! Now, onto the second round of editing! See you all after the second round of editing!

"I love your doormat!" Trevor says, laughing as he comes in the door, referring to my doormat that says 'Deck the halls, not your family'.
"Thanks! I ordered it!" I say.
"I love the wreath and tree as well,"
"Thanks!"
"So, what do you want to do today?"
"I don't know...I was kind of hoping you had an idea."
"Let's just go for a drive and if we see anything we want to do, we can stop. How's that?"
"I like that idea."

We're driving down the road when Trevor suddenly remembers he needs to go to Target. I pull in a parking spot towards the door and we both get out, heading towards the doors. I follow Trevor since I don't know what he's needing or where he's going. I follow him back to the Christmas decor section, where he grabs some more Christmas decorations.

After leaving Target, we head to a coffee shop to get some coffee and donuts, and then head back on the road. We drive for longer this time, stopping at a locally-owned home/decoration store. We both leave the store with nothing and decide to head back to my apartment.

I unlock the front door and we walk in and sit down on the couch, where we proceed to sit and stare at each other. Trevor looks at his watch.
"Oh, I think I should probably head home..." he says, trailing off as if he doesn't really need to, but he's just bored. He gets off the couch and I stand up, grabbing his wrist.
"Wait," I say. He turns around and looks at my hand holding his wrist, then looks at me. I drop his wrist.
"I-I...well, thanks for hanging out with me today, Trev," I say.
"Y-yeah, no problem," he replies, opening the door.
"Well...bye,"
"Bye," he says, stepping out of the apartment and standing in the doorway on the doormat. He looks at me for a moment before he smiles and waves bye, pulling the door shut behind him.
Why did he stop and stare at me? And why did I grab his wrist and tell him to wait? I hear another knock on the door and get up, curious about two things: 1) wait, what just happened? and 2) who's at my door? I open the door and see Trevor standing there, looking at me.
"H-hey--" I say, but it's all I manage to get out before he cuts me off by pressing his lips against mine. I grab him by the waist and pull him in my apartment, shutting and locking the door behind us. We walk back to the couch and he pushes me down on the couch and climbs on my lap. He holds my chin with one hand, his other resting on my hip. I pull him closer to me, cupping his face. He pulls away and looks at me, his eyes shining.
"I-I-" he stutters.
"I--god, Logan I like you so much," he finally says.
I look at him and sit up straighter, pulling him closer to me.
"I like you too," I say softly, resting my hand on the back of his neck.
He smiles and leans forward as I catch him and tilt his chin up so I can kiss him again.

Trevor and I are sitting on my couch watching 'The Grinch'. He shivers.
"Are you cold?" I ask him. Of course, he's cold, stupid, he just shivered! I briefly marvel at my stupidity.
"Yeah, a-a little bit," he says.
I get off the couch and go into my bedroom, Trevor following me into my bedroom. I go to my dresser and pull out a sweatshirt.
"It might be a little bit big, but here you go," I say, handing him the white sweatshirt that says 'California' in blue lettering. He takes the sweatshirt from me and slides it over his head. The sleeves are a bit long for him, I help him roll them up. He looks up at me as I stand close to him. Before I can walk away, he grabs the back of my neck and pulls me into him, kissing my lips gently. I grab his waist and pull him closer to me, kissing him back.

I pull Trevor onto my lap while we're sitting on the couch and wrap my arms around him. Within minutes, his breathing becomes steady and I know he's fallen asleep. I rub his back softly and look at him as he sleeps soundly. He wakes up about thirty to forty-five minutes later and looks at me.
"That was adorable," I say to him softly.
He smiles and blushes. "I'm sorry," he says.
"Why?"
"I fell asleep."
"So? I don't care,"
"I should probably go home,"
"No..." I say in a whiny voice. "Stay here! Don't leave me!"
"Are you sure?" he asks me.
I nod and get off the couch, still holding him in my arms. I open my bedroom door and turn on the light, laying him down on my bed. He looks at me as I dig through my dresser. I pull out two pairs of pants and two shirts, handing him a shirt and a pair of pants, and keeping the other ones for me.
"I'll go in the bathroom to change," he says.
I change into my pajamas and wait for him to come back. He comes back with his dirty clothes and my sweatshirt. He puts his dirty clothes in a Target bag and hands me back my sweatshirt.
"Thanks," he says softly.
"You're welcome," I reply pulling him close to me and pressing my lips against his.
He wraps his arms around me and kisses me back softly. I grab his legs and lift him off the ground, and walk over to the bed, laying him down once again.
"I love you," he whispers.
"I love you," I tell him as we both crawl under the covers and I turn the TV on and he curls up against me. I pull him closer and squeeze him lightly, kissing his forehead and welcoming sleep.

2/9/20