Guess who's back, BITCHES?
Me! :D
TreyxSly lurve for the win! Yays!
When I woke up, I felt worse than I had in a long time. All through the night, my dreams had been filled with thoughts of fighting my friends and the pain I'd seen on Trey's face…
I sighed and lifted myself from my bed. I hadn't changed before going to sleep, and my clothes were sticky with sweat. I was in the middle of undressing when there was a knock on the door. I looked over at it in confusion. Who wanted me?
"Come in."
The door opened, and Murray walked in. I pulled on a clean shirt before looking up at him. He looked furious. His eyes were narrowed, his brow furrowed, and his lips curled up into a slight snarl. I backed away a bit and gulped.
"What is it, Murray?"
He shook his head and looked away. "Sly, this is too much. Last night, Bentley was almost in tears when you left! And then, later, after you came inside…" He huffed. "Trey came in, and he was crying."
My eyes went wide. "What? Why?"
Murray glared at me. "He said you hated him."
"No! No, he took it wrong! I don't hate him!" I walked past Murray. "I gotta go say sorry…"
"Oh, but you won't talk to Bentley?"
I stopped. Then, I slowly turned to look at him. "Murray… he insulted the love of my life. I don't need to apologize."
Murray rolled his eyes. "If she's the love of your life, then I think you might want to apologize to yourself."
Before I could say anything, he had walked past me and was gone. I stared down the hallway for what felt like hours. My friends didn't trust the woman I loved… why? Because she was a cop? It didn't make sense…
With a sigh, I walked down the hallway and into the living room. Bentley and Penelope were either outside or sleeping, because I didn't see either of them, and Murray had probably driven off. As I entered the living room, I saw Trey asleep on the couch.
My heart gave a painful lurch. The fur below Trey's eyes was wet. He really had been crying. Besides that, he wasn't wearing his hat, and his golden hair was spread out all over the pillow. It was a strangely beautiful sight. I sat down beside his feet and watched him. Below the cheap blanket he was using, I could see the gentle rise and fall of his chest as he breathed. It made me feel bad for what I'd done… but what else could I do? He'd taken me by surprise… calling me handsome and putting his hand up my shirt… what kind of guy does that? Well… a gay one, obviously, but still! He was too forward about it.
"Sly?"
I was pulled from my thoughts by the sound of his voice. His eyes were open, and he was looking at me almost fearfully. I smiled the best I could and put a hand on his leg. "Hey, Trey."
He gulped and sat up. I pulled my hand back into my lap and watched him carefully. His ears were lowered, and his eyes were looking a bit watery. I decided I had to talk.
"Trey… look… I'm sorry. Okay? You… you surprised me. I didn't expect… I mean…"
He bit his lip nervously. "I know… I just… do you hate me?"
"No, no!" I moved closer to him and put a hand on his leg again. "No, Trey, I don't hate you. I… I didn't what to do. So I left. Alright?"
He sniffled and nodded. "Okay…"
I sighed and pulled my hand back. "Things have been really tough for me lately, Trey. Losing Carmelita… almost losing Bentley… my nerves are really frayed. And now, I'm trying to figure out how to get with Carmelita again, and all of my friends hate her…"
"Why do you still love her?"
I looked warily at Trey. He was staring right back. "Well…"
Trey tilted his head. "She doesn't seem that special to me. She seems… mean."
I shook my head. "She's not. She… she's not mean. She's just tough."
"She's not worth it."
I narrowed my eyes at Trey. "Don't say that about her."
He shrugged. "But I'm right. Sly, don't you see? For her, you'd have to give up your entire legacy… is it worth it? Even if you train your kids to be thieves too, what about you? You're the last Cooper, right? And I heard about that Clockwerk guy on the news… you've done a lot. You can't give it up for some girl. She doesn't fit with you. I can tell, and I've only seen her once… she's not the same. She's pretty, Sly, but is she correct? She wouldn't even let you train any kids you had to be thieves, come to think of it… could you let her destroy your legacy, or can you move on to someone who's right for you?"
I stared at Trey. Of all the people who'd ever said anything bad about Carmelita, what he said made the most sense. Of course, I didn't want to agree to anything that involved me giving up on Carmelita, but…
"Who could be better for me than her?"
Trey shrugged. "You'll have to find someone. Have you ever considered being with a guy?"
I blinked and slowly shook my head. "Well, no."
Trey smiled at me and sighed. Then he leaned over and pressed his nose to mine. "How about this. Tomorrow, why don't you and I go somewhere? It can be wherever you want to go. Let's hang out. Hm? It'll be fun."
I was surprised by the close proximity, but I didn't back away. "Well… alright." It sounded like it could be fun. Obviously, he had some plans for the occasion. I decided it would be a good idea to get to know him better.
Trey giggled and wrapped his arms around my neck. "Great. Now, why don't you go apologize to your friends?"
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"Look… I'm sorry. I guess I overreacted. I just didn't feel so good about… well… you saying Carmelita would kill me."
Bentley smiled weakly at me. "It's okay Sly, I understand." He reached up and took my hand. "Look, Sly… we're always going to get in stupid little arguments. I said something that bothered you, and I'm sorry for it. So let's put it behind us and call it a day. Alright?"
I grinned down at my friend and nodded. "Just make sure to tell Murray it's all good for me, okay?"
We laughed together, and I could feel an immense weight fall off of my chest. Still… things didn't feel quite right. I knew something else was coming. After all, Mz. Ruby was bound to show up again soon… and I still had to solve my Carmelita problem.
But hey! I was going to have a nice opportunity to hang out with Trey, and that would be fun. For the first time in a long time, perhaps I'd be able to escape the stress of my everyday life and just enjoy myself.
But when is my life ever that easy?
