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*silently sobs* i'm trYING

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it was now early morning, maybe around 7-8am? normal time for me though. i was already ready for the day, i was just running a bath while sipping some tea. i stood in the kitchen and waited for trevor to wake up. he's now sprawled across the floor snoring his ass off.

i ran the sink tap and washed my cup. this caused a confused yelp and loud snore as trevor woke. he stood and did karate motions with his hands, eyes very heavy. i put a singular hand on my hip.

"good morning to you too." i giggled.

"oh, right..." he exhaled, remembering where he was.

i motioned my hand while walking to the bathroom. he raised an eyebrow and followed.

"i ran a bath for you, i'll make you breakfast while you wash." i smiled, leaving him in the bathroom to walk to the kitchen.

"wait!" he gripped my wrist. "help?"

"... with bathing-?"

"you said yesterday, a hungover man shouldn't be left alone." trevor snorted.

i sighed and walked back, he grinned.

"alright fine."

i wrapped my fingers around the hem of his dirty shirt, pulling it up and over his head. he made no efforts and left me to do all the work. trevor was smirking at me and once i realised why, i cleared my throat and stood up straight.

"you can... uh... do the rest." i stuttered.

"nuh-uh, my arms are fucked." he grinned further.

i took a minute to inhale, tugging down his trousers and then looking away, took the 'other parts' off. respectfully, y'know? i crinkled my nose at the horrific smell of alcohol and threw them into my washing basket.

"there. make yourself at home." i guided him to the bath, setting him in with a red face.

"thank you very much!" he beamed at me. "but uh... arms."

"trevor. no. you're a grown ass man, you can wash yourself."

he pouted.

"don't be like that; c'mon, you said you'd help meeee."

"god save me... FINE. this once."

i won't get into detail, i'm sure you can imagine what i had to do. i was very uncomfortable, especially when he made little noises of satisfaction. pouring water on his scarred back, i gently washed it. there was a knock at the door and i sharply inhaled.

"shit... okay, uh, trev stay there. i'll be back in a minute."

trevor nodded, smiling innocently. i zoomed out of the room and looked through the peephole. oh no...

"ya gonna open up orrr...?" sky laughed softly.

i pulled the door open slightly and we locked eyes immediately. she beamed at me, then handed me a box. i struggled taking it but returned a smile.

"what's this?" i asked, peeping in the cracks.

"ya dad wanted me to hand you some food 'n stuff, so say thank you when you next see him," she peered down. "wet hands?"

"uh... washing up!" i nervously smiled.

"there's water all over you. what kinda washing up are you doing in here?" she snorted.

"human washing!" trevor yelled from the bathroom.

me and sky locked eyes again, this time with more tension. she looked as though she was ready to kill me.

"son. who the fuck. is that."

i sighed, setting the box down and rubbing my hands together.

"it's... my friend. he's called trevor."

"why the hell are you washing your friend."

i whined quietly and sat on the sofa.

"okay, listen, i can explain-"

"you'd fuckin better."

i told her the whole story while she was glaring at me the entire time. i didn't make any sort of eye contact. i then left the room when trevor yelled 'done' from the bath. sky stayed on the sofa with a cup of tea i gave her, snarling when she saw me taking trevor out of the bathroom with a tight towel around his waist. he smiled toothily and waved before getting tugged into my room.

"who's the chick?"

"... that's my ma." i narrowed my eyes.

"oh shit, alright." he laughed.

i handed him a clean robe.

"here, put this on and i'll dry your clothes later. least i can do." i mumbled.

trevor took it and smiled, standing and already getting into it. i squeaked and looked away, taking the towel and throwing it into the bathroom.

"appreciate the help, sugar." he winked and laughed when i darted outta there.

"when you're done, i made you pancakes on the side. help yourself."

sky was still sat on the sofa, bobbing to the radio and looked up when i walked down the hallway smiling to myself. she raised a brow and took another sip of tea.

"what?" i questioned, washing my hands.

"you've only just met him." she snorted at me.

"what are you implying?" i squinted back.

"nothing." sky grinned and handed me her empty mug.

i rolled my eyes with a pout.

"you want another one?"

"no, no, i'll be okay." she smiled.

i hummed in response, washing the cup. trevor entered the room after a few minutes and instantly grabbed the plate full of pancakes, setting himself on a stool on the little island, watching me wash.

"y'know," he began through a mouthful. "if this is my treatment, i should be getting drunk more often, huh?" he laughed, munching.