𝐋𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐂𝐥𝐮𝐛 ✦ 𝐖𝐨𝐥𝐟𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝

𝘐𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥

[ Y/n ]

"What's up T. Racer?" I joked, wrapping my arms around Trevor's waist. "Nothing." He mumbled, touching my hands.

I let go, upset that he was still acting like this. Like nothing. He's just a big blob of no emotion. He shut his locker and I grabbed his hand.

"So... I was horny during history, you think you can help me out?" Trevor looked down at me and I hope for some sort of emotion.

"I have to get my sister from school today." He said, making me roll my eyes. That used to never stop him.

We walked out of school and got into his car. "After we get Phoebe can you take me to the mall, I thought we could go for a little movie date or something."

Trevor shook his head, pulling out of the parking lot. "Why not?" I asked. "I'm not in the mood." I rolled my eyes and slouched in the seat.

"You're never in the fucking mood Trevor. What's wrong with you?" I asked, looking at him. "Y/n I'm just really in my head about a few things and I really need to just- think."

I sat up and leaned my head on the dash. "What's so important Trev?" I asked, half being asshole half actually curious.

"Stuff." He grumbled, stopping at a light. "Well, what stuff?" Trevor looked over at me and shook his head. "Trevor-"

"Maybe I think about dying too much and now I'm starting to realize it." He blurted out. I shut my mouth and watched him.

"Y'know Y/n? I'm just like probably super messed up. I really fucking hate that. My family can't afford antidepressants." He threw one of his hands up, motioning with it as he talked.

"I'm just mad at myself. I thought if I didn't say anything it would get better. I feel so selfish. I have a decently good life. I have a good family and you. I have a house and a car and I got to school. So why do I get to be depressed? I don't have a single thing to complain about. It's stupid how selfish I am."

He finished and I put a hand on his thigh. "Baby... You're not selfish. Depression is a mental illness, it doesn't matter how good or bad your life is. You have to talk to someone about it or it'll just get worse."

Trevor shook his head, obviously thinking about the cost of a therapist. "You can talk to me." I offered. "I don't want you to leave because of how fucked up I am." He murmured.

I sighed and rubbed his thigh. "I promise I won't leave you, Trevor. Please talk to me." He gripped the steering wheel and glanced over at me.

"You won't leave..?" He asked, his voice pitifully afraid. I shook my head, looking forward. We could see Phoebe's school. "I swear I won't leave you Bubby, you just need to talk to me."

Trevor nodded and sniffled. "Okay."

I smiled and leaned over to kiss his cheek. "Okay," I responded, beaming.

"So... After I drop Phoebe off at home... Would you still want me to help you with the whole history thing..?" He asked, biting his lip.

I smiled and raised my eyebrows, looking at him. Trevor had a small grin on his face, making me feel good.

"Yeah, of course, I still want your help Trev."

Okay so Trevor's sister's
name is Phoebe and
honestly... I see
Phoebe as a blonde name.