Title: Candy Lips
Fandom: Transformers
Characters/Pairings: Trent and Sam
Word count: 605
Written for: JasonGrey on
AN: I started this as a retrospective story of Trent. That…didn't work so well. It ended up a bit more…fluffy. *snickers* If you can call it that.
Enjoy this interesting bit.
How was it, he felt like he was missing something? He knew he was for that matter, but he couldn't place it. Looking around the cafeteria, he ate another bite of the pasta salad, watching his ex-girlfriend sit with the class loser, Sam Witwicky.
No matter what people said, he knew all about the other male, finding it hard to ignore the man, no matter how much he wanted to. He was just so out there, happy, vibrant, bright. It was amazing just how much Sam drew in people so easily. It was ridiculous at just how easy the other did it, making Trent watch him with careful looks and wondering eyes. No one had to know, and no one would know.
He wasn't a jerk, didn't really like acting like one but he had his roles to play after all. He was the loving, doting son to his mother, the football star son with a scholarship to college to his father and the big man around his friends. But to Sam, he was just Trent, a jerk and a bully who had more ego then brains. And in a way, they were all right, but they were all kinda wrong to. He was more then what he portrayed, but in their world, at that moment, he played and acted.
But Sam, there was something that he was missing when it came to that brat. He was still bouncy and smiled a lot and stuttered and babbled, but he also had moments where he would be quiet, staring at a wall or the sky or a random leaf.
Even a piece of spinach pasta that sat on his fork, covered in a sauce of some kind and looking like it would have wilted if it could. The poor, poor pasta.
Shaking his head from the rather strange turn that his thoughts had taken, Trent stabbed at his own food as he continued to try and figure out what had changed about Sam. Three months after the Mission City bullshit and they were about to hit the end of the school year and still there was something off about Sam.
It wasn't the fact that his car had been destroyed and replaced by a newer model, cause really, everyone's car that had been destroyed had been replaced by the government.
It wasn't the fact that he and Mikeala had popped back up, covered in bruises and scratches and looked haunted by something.
It wasn't even the fact that their so called relationship only lasted a few weeks! It was something more, and it tugged at Trent, driving him crazy trying to figure out what it was.
Sighing quietly, Trent smirked at his friends, slapped them on the back and headed out of the cafeteria, intent on just ignoring the thoughts until he could block out the world and spend a bit of time thinking about what was drawing him to Sam once more, just after he had gotten over the first crush.
He really had no urge to start thinking of Sam as 'candy lips' again, or imagine him sucking on those damn suckers. Last time he had, he had walked around with a book bag in front of his crotch all day. That was embarrassing enough, he didn't need to start doing that again. So for now, he would wait, he would watch and he would contemplate all the little clues and signs at home.
Behind locked doors.
With a bottle of lube within reach.
And a picture of Sam sucking on a sucker while in a pair of shorts washing his car.
Yeah.
Right.