Is he kidding?
He had to be kidding me right now.
There was no way in Hell he was being serious.
Right?
I laugh nervously, expecting for the other boys to soon join me. They couldn't possibly agree with a plan that wasn't an actual plan.
It wasn't an actual plan. It was a joke. Right?
Their expressions remain light but serious, with no signs on any of the five boys' faces that this was a joke. Did they honestly think I could come? Like, how would I ever get to California? It's not like I can pay for it, and I honestly have no idea what my mom's financial situation is; Just that she makes enough to keep us alive and under a roof. Not to mention, I have school. The year just started, and then I'll aleady have to miss a few days. Not that I wouldn't mind it, but I can't live with failing classes as it is. I have mostly A's right now, but not for long, if I miss all that school.
"Guys, you can't be serious."
"Well, we are. We did talk a little before this," Jc says, referring to boys. "We agreed that the best way to help him was to get someone to actually talk to him, but we didn't think it would work, so it wasn't worth it."
"What made you change your minds?" I loosely fold my arms across my chest, the sleeves of my shirt riding up my wrists.
"You," Ricky says simply, like the answer was obvious.
"Me?"
"Yeah," Kian says. "After talking to you like this, I'm pretty sure you'll be able to help Trevor." The other boys nod.
"Guys, I can't."
"Sure you can," Jc assures me. "We'll help you, like with getting to Trevor and stuff. It'll work, you don't have to worry."
"No, shithead, I literally can't. I make just enough money to buy myself clothes and extra things, how would I ever afford a plane ticket? And I just started the school year, I can't miss that much without my grade plummeting. Not to mention, my mom would never say yes, and I'd have no where to stay in L.A., If I did end up going. It just wouldn't work."
The boys sit silently for a minute as they think. I mindlessly pick at the loose strings of my shirt, dissapointed.
"You could stay with us," Ricky suddenly suggests. By his facial expression, it looked like he thought it was a long shot, and it surprised both of us when the other boys started agreeing.
"Yeah, yeah, and your teachers could email assignments and stuff that you would miss," Sam points out. This apparently caused a breakthrough, because all the boys started spitting ideas.
"Since your mom isn't really involved with you, you could probably tell her that you're, like, studying aboad or something. And if she ever spontaneously decided to check your grades, she'd see that you're still getting the work done," Jc says, proud of the idea.
"Andrea and Jenn could take you shopping when you get here. It doesn't sound like you have a lot of summer clothes right now, from your description of the weather," Kian suggests.
"We'll pay," Connor says. The other boys quiet down, smiles on their faces as they realize that this means I might get to go.
"So it's settled?" Jc asks. He and the others look at me expectantly. I let out a breath, and a grin creeps onto my face.
"Shit, dude. I guess it's settled."
The boys cheer, and I laugh at their reactions. Jc runs away and comes back with his laptop.
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He was Vain (Trevor Moran)
Fiksi Penggemar"He looked at me with pain in his eyes and ice in his heart. He pleaded with one pale hand, held out to me and grasping like I was his life source. "I guess it really is better to be feared than loved." Eyes welling with tears, I could hear my hea...
