Two days Later...
Joven's POV
I greeted Wes and Trevor, as did the rest of the smosh crew, at the airport. I thought Trevor was a pretty good guy. At least, that WAS my opinion of him. But that was all about to change.
The next day...
Wes's POV
Luckily, I left the house with just a limp. Unluckily, Joven just happened to notice said limp.
"What happened," Joven asked.
"I got in an accident in Europe," I lied, "Tripped off some steps."
He eyed me carefully, and I knew he could see through me. I wiped my face, forgetting about the makeup I was wearing.
Joven's POV
He wiped his hand away, revealing what looked like a bruise. I reached out to wipe some more off, and he flinched, covering his face with his hand for a short moment.
"What the f*ck happened," I demanded, "And don't you dare tell me you fell again."
He looked away from me, obviously too afraid to tell.
"Trevor?"
He nodded slowly.
"FUCK!" I exclaimed.
I slammed my fist on his desk, causing him to jump.
"You're staying at my house," I said.
"But..."
"That wasn't a question," I insisted.