Take a Picture - Trevor Moran

Chapter 14

OKAY FIRST OFF WHAT THE HELL I HAVENT LOGGED INTO THIS ACCOUNT IN LIKE A YEAR. also i had like a billion notifications and i feel kind of bad because i dropped off the face of the earth and i literally HATE when writers do that. anyways as you probably can tell I'm not going to update anymore, I've kind of grown out of this fandom but that's another story. regardless its hella cool that people still read this fic occasionally even though its so shitty (i was like 13 or 14 when i started, give me a break) 

ok but ANYWAYS i felt kind of bad because people were like "update update its been a year" and so on, so i just wanted to say sorry that I'm not going to be finishing this story. BUT HEY i found a little bit of chapter 14 written from forever so i thought why not post it, even though its only a page (if that) long. whatever. hope y'all have a nice day! 

side note i don't even know if this little start to a chapter is good or even makes sense, i can't be bothered to proofread it because my writing style has changed so much that this makes me want to slam my head into a wall, but enjoyyy

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"This way," Trevor pointed, leading me across they hallway I had been walking through just that morning.

It felt like an eternity ago. When I woke up this morning I didn't think Trevor considered me as anything more than a friend, and now we were holding hands and had kissed multiple times.

I didn't know what would happen after Vidcon. We lived in around the same area, but we were still separated by a pretty lengthy drive because of the typical LA traffic. That is, if he even wanted to stay in contact with me after tomorrow ended.

"Whats wrong?" Trevor asked, stopping and turning to face me.

I frowned. "What do you mean?"

"You looked worried."

"Oh.." I trailed off, beginning to walk again. "I was just thinking."

Thankfully he didn't try to press for more information, and we continued down the long hallway in silence.

When we reached his room, Trevor pulled out his room key, unlocking the door. He gestured for me to go first, so I stepped inside.

He followed in after me, shutting the door behind him. His room was still a mess, but to be honest I didn't really mind. We stood in an awkward silence for a moment, before he spoke up.

"So do you want to order food?" He volunteered.

"Yeah sure," I smiled, grabbing the phone. I dialed the lobby, and ordered a small pizza.

As I placed the phone back onto its stand, Trevor climbed onto his bed, patting the spot next to him for me to sit. He reached for the TV remote and began flipping through the channels.

"Anything look interesting?" he asked, turning to face me.

I shrugged, unsure of what to say. "I'm fine with anything," I smiled.

Trevor continued looking for a little bit longer before he gave up. He reached over and grabbed his laptop from beside him. He pulled up Youtube and started going through his subscription box, before clicking on a random video.

"Come here, I'm not that scary!" he laughed, and I moved a little closer towards him so we could both see the screen.

He started the video and wrapped his arm around me, pulling me into his chest. I curled up against him, my hand lightly resting on his stomach.

He was so comfortable and warm, I was doing everything that I could so I wouldn't fall asleep.

"Hey Jordan, whats your channel name?" Trevor asked.

"Oh god, don't play any of my videos right now," I laughed.

"Why not?" He asked.

"They're embarrassing," I said quickly. The truth was however, that I wasn't embarrassed about my videos. They were actually pretty good and I was proud of them.

The only problem was that several times I had mentioned that Trevor was my Youtuber crush, which would be really awkward considering I would be watching them with him.

Well if you wont tell me, Ill find it myself." He laughed, going to my twitter account. Like most youtubers, my channel was linked in my bio. Shit.

He clicked onto my channel and started going through my videos. I bit my lip in anticipation, waiting to see which video he would pick.

"TMI tag?" he asked, raising his eyebrows and clicking the video. I stayed silent. I was positive I had mentioned him before in this video. Great.

My face appeared on his screen, and the video began playing. I began rolling through the questions, starting with things like my name and birthday.