Chapter Three

I stood there behind Trevor, waiting for him to unlock the door, wondering what in hell had ever possessed me to do this. I didn't have time to figure that out, as he had already walked in. I waited, unsure.

        “Mi casa, su casa.”, Trevor said.

        I just looked at him. He cleared his throat.

        “Make yourself at home.”

        “Okay.”

        Trevor's house looked very different on the inside than I had expected. I guess he was right about not judging, even in cases like this. In the living room there wasn't much. A futon that had a small blanket thrown across it nonchalantly, and a pillow. A small television with rabbit ear antennas. A dusty blue colored rug and a tiny, square coffee table with a glass top. The floors were hardwood that had been worn down some.

        Everything so far just looked empty. On the outside you would have thought to expect something different. Something more familial and less solitary.

        I went into the hallway to see where he went. No sign of him. Maybe he had went upstairs. I started up the stairs to find out. I still didn't see him, so I turned around to go back down.

        I was about to go around to look elsewhere, when he called me from the living room.

        “Violette?”, he called.

        “Yeah. Sorry. Just looking for you.”, I responded.        

        “That was rude to leave you like that. Had to go to the bathroom.”, he laughed a little.

        The smile. The laugh. The way he thought about things. The way I followed him home. A stranger at the park. Someone I didn't know. I must have been going insane.

        “Oh, well, you have to go when you have to go, I suppose. I am dying for a smoke though.”

        “I haven't forgotten I owe you one.” He winked.

        “I'm really not that worried about it. I guess we need these like we need a hole in our head.”

        We both admitted they were life savers, however.

        “Where is everyone?”, I asked him. I was still wondering why it looked so empty and lonely.

        “I live here by myself.”

        “I see.”

        “Yeah. I get lonely. You looked that way, that's why I asked if you wanted to come by.”

        Apparently, the way I felt was a little more obvious than I thought. I didn't like that at all. It was supposed to be my decision to let people know what I felt, but my face betrayed me. My stupid, stupid face.

        “I wasn't. I wanted to be alone.”, I said rather quickly.

        “Ah, but you see, there is a huge difference between ah-lone,” Trevor said, stressing the a, “and lone-ly.” then the last syllable of lonely.

        Damn. I had to admit, he was quite insightful and had some brains on him. Trevor definitely made you think. He was making an excellent first impression.

        “You still owe me a smoke.”, I changed the subject.

        “You're right”, he half sighed, as if he had given up on prying further into me. Good. I made a mental grin to myself. Maybe that meant he was getting the hint.

        “I really should be leaving. This was crazy to start with.”

        “So soon? Am I that bad?”, he chuckled.

        Damn that boy...

        “No, you're not. I just think this will do. It was nice meeting you and all.”, I bit my lip. I did feel bad, but I needed to book it.

        “Well, if you must. Let me get that cigarette.”, he went through the hallway.

        A minute later he had returned with not one, but two cigarettes.

        “Here. Take two. I'll probably bum one off of you again anyhow.”, Trevor walked me onto the porch, and then out to the yard.

        “If you say so,”, my eyes rolled, “I still don't see why you are under the assumption we'll be meeting again. You seem to do that a lot.”

        “You never know.”, he said in a dreamily fashion, eyes up, looking at the sky. “Look!”

        I'll be damned. A shooting star.

        “Don't tell me your wish. It won't come true if you do.”, he said immediately.

        “You really believe in that stuff? What a crock of s**t.”        

        “Of course I do.”

        Trevor was a character. I swear it. He was like nothing I'd ever seen. I'd probably never see him again for that matter.

        “Well, if it comes true, you can look me up one day and say, 'I told you so.', how about that?”

        “Deal.”, he held out his hand for a shake.

        “I've got to go., I said, shaking it.

        “Bye. See you around.”

        I ignored that last bit.

        “Bye.”

        The night's events were very strange. So out of the blue. Had I fallen asleep at home and this was a weird a*s dream? It couldn't have been. Surely.

        No. I had come home from the last day of school. Adrian had picked me up, as usual. I went home, then to the park, met a random boy, and went home with him to get back my cigarette and bullshit for a few minutes.

        I had met a boy. A boy that perplexed me. I wished he'd never smiled. Now I wanted to be able to smile like that. It was so real. I didn't understand why I was so baffled. It's not like I had never seen anyone smile before.

        What baffled me even more was, I actually wanted to see him again.

        I walked in the door to my house. Adrian was home. I could faintly hear his stereo from his room upstairs. My mother still wasn't home. It made me let out a big, long sigh.

        I semi-ran up the stars.

        “ADRIAN!,” I yelled, “cut that s**t down, would you?”

        It quieted. Thank God.

        “Hey, where were you?”, Adrian had poked his head out his door.

        “Nunnya.”, I said frankly.

        “Whatever.”, and he disappeared back into his room.

        I went into my room, not even bothering with the lights. My bed creaked as I plopped down on to it. It seemed like it had been a long night. It really hadn't. The clock read 10:27. Still, I was tired. Mostly mentally. I had lost my mind completely, of that I was sure.

        I lied. I believed.

        I had wished on that star after all...

 

Author's Note

Another draft :) Thanks for reading!

Reviews

[Tracie Skarbo]

Great job... I love the Trevor character...you are giving just enough for the reader to feel pulled into the story but not enough to give away all the good bits. :) Will be reading more...

[Bud]

This is great! Keeps me wanting more.

[Adeline]

This is really good! I am definitely continuing my reading now....

[Paige Stone]

I really like this so far! Keep it up, this story is really interesting and it's very, very good for a draft I must say.