There's a lot that I don't understand.
I don't understand how Earth can be the only planet in our solar system with life. I don't understand why people make such big deals out of gun laws. I don't understand why people use religious arguments in political debates. I don't even understand how I haven't been discovered.
But I do understand that everything between my beloved and I relies on how I handle this huge situation.
I don't know what will happen from here on, and I don't know if I'll be able to kill the beast that separates my love and I, yet. But I know that it will happen.
I'll make sure of it.
After giving Matt some water and a cereal bar, I seal up the entrance to our "room" and go downstairs. A groan almost escapes my mouth when I see that Sterling is already up. He looks at me with disgust on his face before it softens into. . . I don't know, guilt, I guess. . . He stands up from the chunk of cement he was sitting on and heads for the door.
"Sebastian just left to get Raven, Becky and Jameson. If there's anything important you need to get, get it now; we're going to Romania." He says.
I stand there, frozen. We're going to Romania? We're going to Romania?! Never mind the fact that we're leaving the country, but he's actually going to willfully take me with him? This must be a joke, or at least forced. . .
". . . Fuck. . ." I sigh, "I need to get some clothes for Matt." I take the keys to the Mercedes out of my pocket and follow him outside. "Hey," I yell out to him, "As soon as we get there, you're teaching me how to change into a bat!"
He looks back at me, appearing surprised. Then a somber smile slowly makes its way onto his face.
What an idiot.
"Sure." Sterling says. "And come back quick, I've already called in for a private plane and we need to leave as soon as possible." I give him a slight nod and enter the Mercedes.
I try to appear as inconspicuous as possible as I drive through the streets. However. . . I don't really need to; nobody's outside. I guess with all of the madness that's been going on lately, nobody feels safe being outside at night. Not that I can blame them, though, especially since I've caused most of said madness. Although, I highly doubt that nobody's outside right now. The cops should still be patrolling, and, let's face it, everyone at my school is a fucking moron, I wouldn't put it past them to go out at night when a bunch of crazy shit's been happening.
Oh. . . Speak of the Devil. . . I spot a group of three members of the girl's softball team giggling and walking down the sidewalk. They stumble and swivel as they walk - obviously, they're drunk. Hmm. . . Since i'm nocturnal now, it should be time for breakfast. . .
I ease my car right beside them and they stop. Taking off my wig, I step out of my car and approach them with a smirk. "Hey." I say.
All three of them immediately start to straighten out their clothes. The shortest one with a ponytail smiles confidently and says, "H-Hi Trevor! Uh, what's going on?"
"Oh, nothing much. I'm just helping out with the search for Matt, no big deal." They all giggle and step closer to me. "You know," I continue, "I was just about to go to his house to look for more clues. . . It would be really awesome if I had some helpers come-"
"We'll come help you, Trevor!" The curly-haired girl says.
"Good, get in."
We all file into the Mercedes and I stomp on the gas. Matt's house comes into view in no time and the tires screech as I pull recklessly into the driveway. "Everybody stop smiling, we have to be serious about this." I say as I lead them to the front door. I knock three times and wait for an answer.
Matt's mother is the one to open the door, and her eyes are instantly sharpened like daggers when she sees it's me. "Trevor." She growls.
"I know you don't like me right now, but please, I need to talk to all of you." She says nothing. "Mrs. Wells please, I know some things that could help us find Matt. Just let me in so I can talk to you all."
". . . Who are they?" She asks, pointing at the not-so-obviously drunken whores behind me.
"They're just here to help too. . ." We stare at each other for a while, then she finally sighs and opens the door wider and we step inside. "I have to talk to all of you."
She disappears into the kitchen and I motion for the three girls to sit on the couch. A while later, after hearing a loudly whispered argument, Mrs. Wells returns with Mr. Wells and Matt's uncle following behind her. She stands behind the couch while Matt's dad stands a few feet in front of me and his uncle leans against the wall with his arms crossed.
"So," Mr. Wells starts, "What are these 'things you know?'"
"Yes. . . What I know. . ." A tiny laugh forces its way out under my breath, "What I know. . ." Another tiny laugh comes out, then morphs into a small chuckle.
"Speak up, Trevor!" Matt's uncle says, "I'm losing my patience with you. . ."
"What I know. . ." The chuckles under my breath transforms into a full-blown laughing fit. I hunch over, unable to control the sudden burst of joy overtaking me. ". . . What I know. . ." I start when I calm down enough, ". . . I know that I'm not giving him back!"
Mr. Wells' mouth gapes slightly, then he straightens up and crosses his arms. "What the hell do you mean, Trevor?" He says between clenched teeth.
"Do I have to spell it out for you?! He's with me! I took him! Is it not obvious?!"
They all stare at me, shocked. Then, Matt's dad and uncle rush me at full speed. My new vampire instincts won't allow them to tackle me, however. Without hesitation, I pull out my pocket knife and shove it into Mr. Wells' neck. Blood spurts out of his wound and splatters all over my face. The coppery scent sends me into a frenzy and before anyone could react, I stab Matt's uncle repeatedly in his chest. After I make ten holes in his body, I push him onto the floor and lunge at the couch. The groupies try to dive out of the way, but I'm quick enough to catch two of them by their hair.
"Please!" The blonde one screams, "Please, stop!" I smash her head into the wall and she immediately goes silent. I drop her and snap the neck of the curly-haired one in my other hand.
The last little groupie nearly makes it out the door, but I use my supernatural speed to grab her by her leg and throw her into the kitchen. A loud crash rings out, followed by a pained shriek. I run in after her only to see her in a mangled heap slumped in front on the oven. With a smile on my face, I click the oven on and tear out the trays and force her inside.
Finally, I turn towards the living room and see Mrs. Wells holding her cell phone to her ear. She gasps and runs away. I follow her around the corner, purposely moving at a slower pace. We run up the stairs and down the hall and she almost manages to lock the door behind her when she stumbles into the bathroom. I tap into my unnatural speed at the last second to catch the door and push her down. She lands in the tub and a cringe worthy crack reverberates throughout the tiled walls. Her mouth opens and she tries to scream, but on the hot water, then hold her head under the stream. It seems like only a few seconds pass before her struggle becomes weak, and eventually, still.
My body slumps over a bit as I feel my frenzy die down. I take a few seconds to recover from the heavy withdrawal. I let out a huge sigh. Grabbing Mrs. Wells' corpse by the hair and pull her up. I return downstairs with her dragging behind me to see a blood trail leading away from where Matt's uncle used to be, out the back door.
". . ."
Mrs. Wells' hair falls out of my hand, her body falling with it. I follow the blood trail into the backyard and see him lying still. He didn't even make it all the way off the porch. "Pathetic." I say, licking my lips.
I drag him back into the house and one by one, I empty each of the bodies of their red fluid. Mr. Wells, Mrs. Wells, Matt's uncle, the two groupies - all of them. When everything is finally calm and cool, I look at m y watch. A frown forms on my face as I realize that I've been here way too long. I quickly run up to Matt's room and stuff as many clothes as I can into his book bag. I rush back down stairs, out he door and into my car. My tires screech against the road when I stomp on the gas.
Just as I reach the dirt road that leads to the factory, I stop.
"Shit!" I forgot to get something.
I make a reckless U-turn and drive back into town. I park sloppily in the Walgreens parking lot and, after remembering to put on my wig, enter the store. I grab what I need and leave, ignoring the cashier's demands for me to pay.
When I finally make it back to the factory, I'm relieved to see that they didn't leave me behind. As soon as I step out of the Mercedes, Sterling is glaring at me. "What took you so long?!" He growls.
"Relax." I say, "I just lost track of time. Just let me get my coffin and we'll go." My shoulder bumps into his harshly as I pass him by.
The first thing I notice when I get in is that old butler. He's slowly. . . very slowly, carrying bags over to the door. He looks up at me for a second, then turns his head back forward. . .
. . . Mhmm. . .
I run upstairs and open up the door leading to my new bed. A growl escapes my mouth. "Matt," I start "What are you doing out?!"
He shivers and scoots away from me. "I-I forgot where I was, s-sorry."
". . . You still cold?" I ask. He nods. "You don't wanna be tied up anymore?" He nods again. I grab the ropes around his wrists with one hand and the ones around his ankles and simultaneously tear them off. He gives a big sigh of relief and rubs his wrists and ankle. I pick him up gently and place him into my coffin.
"What are you doing?!" He asks, panicking.
"We're all going to Romania." I answer, "All of us; Sterling, Raven, me, you and the new guy. Don't worry, I brought a bunch of your clothes and some food for the ride."
"B-But Trevor-"
"Don't worry about passports, Sterling's family has their own private planes. If they ask when they see you, you've been with me the whole time, okay?"
He stares at me for a few seconds, then he nods in defeat.
I place our bags in with him. "There's food in my bag if you get hungry and a blanket in yours if you get cold." He nods. I close the lid and lift it up effortlessly.
Sebastian helps me put my coffin in the trunk of the Mercedes. "Alexander's is gonna have to go in the back seat of the Mercedes. Only two people can ride in there."
"Well," The monster says, "Jameson usually drives the Mercedes, but with the way we've treated it lately, I don't think he'll be able to."
There's a moment of silence.
"Vladimir and I can ride in the Mercedes." He says. I glare at him.
"But, Alexander!" Raven Says. I looked down at her for the first time tonight and nearly pale at how noticeable her pregnancy bulge has gotten. It isn't something super extraordinary, but it's definitely something you'd catch.
She and Sterling stare at each other for a few moments, like they're having some sort of mental argument. But after a few moments though, my darling sighs and stomps over to my Kia. I watch her walk away, longingly. Oh, how I beg for the time for us to be together to come faster!
Sterling taps my shoulder and motions for me to follow him. I immediately go for the passenger seat - I've grown tired of driving from the past few days. After a few minutes of readjusting the mirrors and quietly mourning the color of the car, we finally start driving. A few minutes in, I notice his hands trembling dangerously.
"Scared?" I ask with a snort.
". . . Yeah. . ." He says back, ". . .Do you think we'll ever be able to come back here?"
I look at him, glare at him. "Probably not. . . Why?"
"I-I just. . . I just feel so bad for Raven, for her to have to give up her life to be with me, and for impregnating her. Maybe if I hadn't pressured her into doing that with me, I wouldn't have to make her come with me."
"You pressured her into sleeping with you?!" I ask, my anger rising. He doesn't answer though, he just stares at the road ahead. "And that's why you're making her come with us?!"
"I have to! Sh-She's having my baby! A vampire baby would die without both of it's parents present. . ."
"So if there wasn't a baby in her, you'd just leave her behind?"
"Well I. . . I definitely wouldn't want to, but I'd have to. I mean, if I had the chance to keep her out of this, I'd take it. But what's done is done, and nothing can change it."
'Nothing can change it?' What a piece of shit lie. I honestly think he could do better. "Why not make her have an abortion, if you're so bent on keeping her out of this?"
He gasps loudly and the car swerves for just a moment before recovering. "What the fuck did you just say?!" He yells. Suddenly, it becomes difficult to breath. I reach for my throat and I'm surprised to find out that there's nothing there. Don't you ever say anything like that again! Got it?!" The choking feeling doubles and I find myself scratching at my neck in a panic.
This fucking bastard is trying to kill me! I can't even gag at this point and my head is starting to hurt more and more. I think back to the time I was inside his body. How did I do that? How?! Let's see; I lit my tree on fire, everything went black, and I was in his head. . . That can't be it, there has to be something more! I think harder; the smell of burning oak and lighter fluid, the intense heat from the flames, the wind blowing past me like it was trying to put the fire out, the overwhelming feeling of fear and discomfort, then. . .
Nothing. . .
Just as I feel pressure build behind my eyes, I take a big gulp of air. Glancing over to the right, I see Vladimir turn purple, and his eyes start to bulge out. A voice echoes out from the back of my mind, 'Let him go.' it says. But I don't want to, I want this son of a bitch to die for what he said! Never in all of eternity wil I have my child aborted just because some sneaky, suspect guy says i should!
'You're not yourself. Let him go.' The voice says.
". . . Fine." Sterling says before the pressure on my neck goes away. I gasp and pant desperately for oxygen, then I glare over at him.
"It was just a fucking suggestion!" I say between gasps, "Keep your fucking shit together!"
"Sorry!" He says between his gritted teeth.
We sit in tense silence for the rest of the ride to the airport. Two people who work for His family are there to meet us at the entrance. We bring the cars over to an area where no one will see us and put all three of the coffins in a giant orange crate with our bags atop them. The workers wheels the cart over to the far end of the main building of the airport to a maintenance gate. A shining black jet with red under-tone is waiting on the runway as we enter. We allow the two workers to load everything in while we enter the plane.
I slouch as low as I can into my seat and let out a sigh as I try my best to relax. "Fuck. . ." I close my eyes and lay my head back and fold my hands over stomach.
Finally, some serenity.
But within a few seconds, my peace is disturbed once again by a tap in my shoulder. I crack open an eye and my heart goes aflutter when i see the eyes of my beloved gazing down upon me. "I'm sorry if Alexander's been short-tempered with you." She says. My darling eases herself into the seat beside mine. "This whole thing has been really wearing down on his hard. And I guess, since you guys aren't particularly friends, he's just taking it out on you."
I steal a few quiet seconds to stare at her, then I say, "Y-Yeah, I guess so. But I can't blame him though, I've been acting really difficult with him while you weren't around."
"Oh. . . Well, why would you feel like you'd need to act differently when you not around me?"
I try to think for a few moments, then I smile my sweetest smile. "Gentlemen don't allow their bad sides to show around ladies such as you." I take her hand into mine and kiss it. My lips twitch a little when they come in contact with something cold and hard. I look down to see a beautiful silver twisted ring with a gigantic black diamond displayed on top. I clench my jaw tightly. "What's this?" I say coldly.
"Oh, Alexander proposed to me yesterday. Isn't it beautiful? It's his great aunt's wedding band, real black diamond, too!"
. . .
He proposed. . . He proposed, and she accepted. . . I-I don't understand, doesn't she know that vampire marriages are unbreakable?! No, of course she does - I'm confident she knows more about vampires than any human on this planet. . . So why did she agree. . .? Why. . .?
Why?
Why? Why?!
WHY?! WHY?! WHY?! WHY?! WHY?! WHY?! WHY?! WHY?! WHY?! WHY?! WHY?! WHY?!
WHYYYYY?!
We are only meant for EACH OTHER! She's betrayed me to the highest extent and made a sham of our love! Did she even love me to begin with?! Was she just playing with me this entire time as part of some sick game?! Has everything I've sacrificed for her meant nothing?! It. . .
It was all just a joke. . . and I've thrown my entire life away just to unknowingly be party of it. . .
. . . No. . . No, that can't be it. Sh-She must have something planned, something!. . . Please, something. . .
I slowly lean away from the ring and gently place my hand over it, not even bearing the sight. "W-When, ahem! When are you getting married?" I ask quietly. My voice is shaky and weak as the words come out.
Pull yourself together, fucker.
"Oh, um. . ." She glances away from me and rubs her round stomach. "Actually, Alexander said that there's gonna be a lot of stuff to deal with once we get to Romania. First we have to deal with his family and how they'll react and what they'll do, then we still have the Maxwell family situation to deal with, we might have to make a bunch of phone calls to the vampire families that live around town to come back to Romania themselves for their safety, and I'm still pregnant." She smiles lightly and gives her tummy a tap.
A small blush lights up my face. 'So fucking cute.'
"He says being a human pregnant with a vam-pea baby is dangerous enough, so this little blood bag has to burst before we can have a covenant ceremony."
'Vam-pea?' 'Little blood bag?' Goddammit Raven, I'm trying to be upset with you right now! Stop being adorable!
"So with that in mind, we won't be getting married for about six months. . . You know, assuming everything else is taken care of by then."
Six months. Okay, that's good. That gives us - me. . . What the hell? That gives me plenty of time to figure out what my FUCKING beloved is planning. . .
Seriously, what the fuck. . .?
"Oh crap!" Raven says suddenly, "Eleven already?! I still haven't had anything to eat tonight, Alexander's gonna get worried. I'll see you later."
She leans in a discreetly gives me a kiss on my cheek. I bite my lip hard, trying my best to suppress the stirring in my lowers regions. 'Dammit my love, you're such a naughty little tease.'
A few minutes later, everyone is seated and the coffins are laid out and secured on the floor. The pilot gets on the speaker, "Attention everyone, we're about to take off. Make sure your seat belts are fastened and your items are put away. We will be making a stop in London, England for refueling. The flight will be approximately 27 hours. The first schedule curfew is at 6:30 a.m."
As soon as the 'O.K.' for walking around comes on, everyone is out of their chairs. My dearest, Sterling and that bitch walk through a curtain at the back of the plane. Sebastian just grabs his bag out of the overhang and crawls into his coffin. I move to a seat near my own coffin and open it to see Matt chewing on a sugar cookie. He looks at me for a second, then looks back down.
". . . Where are we?" He asks quietly.
"We're on a plane headed to Romania."
He gasps and looks back at me, horrified. He scrambles to sit up on his knees and grabs on to the armrest of my seat. "Romania?! Why?! You guys couldn't clear things out?!"
I push him back onto his ass, then I say, "Of course not. And don't you dare freak out on me right now, I'm not in the mood to reason with you! Besides, she's here too. . ."
"'S-She'. . .? You mean Becky. . .? Does that mean she knows about. . .?"
"I'm not really sure if the told her about that or not. But if she didn't know, she might have started putting the pieces together when she saw ll the coffins."
He lets out a chuckle. "Yeah, I guess you're right. . ."
"You need to use the bathroom?" I ask.
"Y-Yeah, but. . ." He looks away from me, "My legs are r-really numb from laying down for so long. So, c-could you, um. . .?"
I sigh. "I guess they'd probably find you soon anyway, we might as well get it over with now." I gather him into my arms carefully and towards the curtain at the back and enter the door right beside it. He wobbles a bit when I set him down on his feet, but he manages to stay up. Then I leave him to his privacy and go back to my seat.
A little while later, Raven and that bitch come back to the front. My darling's eyes are downcast and she's hanging her head down. "What happened?!" I say before I can stop myself.
She looks up at me and gasp as if she didn't realize I was here. Then a small, sad smile spreads across her face. "Like I said earlier, he's just stressed about everything that's going on. . ." In a few seconds, her sad smile becomes genuine. "Hey, there's some food in the back if you're hungry."
"No thanks," I say, "I had plenty when I went to get Matt's stuff." Yeah, plenty. . . Wait, what did I eat? "But if they have some chocolate back there, I'm sure I can make some room."
Her smile grows wider and a tiny giggle passes through her lips. "Then you probably should have went back there before I did."
"I guess I'm out of luck then. You kno-"
"Wait!" The bitch interrupts me. Damn, what a. . . bitch. . . Ahem! "What was that about Matt?!"
It's hard for me to not roll my eyes. "Well," I start, "He's been with me for the last few days to help. I've been letting him sleep in my coffin."
"B-But where is he now?!"
I'm unable to stop the twitch that flickers in my eye. I point toward the back. "He's in the bathroom."
Just as the words leave my mouth, Matt walks out, running his fingers through his hair and sighing. She rushes over to him and nearly tackles him to the floor. They fall into a wall and cause a loud, hollow sound to echo throughout the plane. The lid to Sebastian's coffin jumps slightly, then he busts out and is on his feet in a second.
"What?! What's going on?!" He yells, but it's hard to hear him over Becky's fucking blubbering.
Seconds later, Sterling steps through the curtain and nearly tramples Matt's face. He jumps back in shock, then he mutters something quietly before helping Matt and her off the floor. "How did you get here Matt" He asks. His voices sounds strained and annoyed, like if one more person decides to pop up, he'll start killing people off.
"V-Vladimir. I've been staying with h-him. B-Becky, please let g-go."
"Why are you stuttering, Matt?!" She pulls away from him with tears still falling from her eyes. "Did Trevor do something to you?!"
"N-No! Trevor's got nothing to do with it! I-I'm just. . . c-cold. . ."
Wow Matt, that's very convincing. . .
"But, let's not, uh, talk about that now. I-Is there something to eat?"
The bitch drags him back behind the curtain and Sebastian and my darling follow behind them. The monster opens the curtain slightly to peek behind it, then he throws it back closed and stomps over to me. "Why the hell was Matt with you and why the hell did you bring him with us without telling me?!"
I scowl and push him away from me. He growls, but he doesn't try to get near me again. "He's been helping me help you guys, asshole." I say back.
"Than why haven't I seen him?! Do you have an explanation for that?!"
"He's human! He's been going out during the day, and sleeping in my coffin at night!"
"'Out during the day,' huh?" He runs his hand through his hair. "'Out during the day.' If that was true, wouldn't Becky or Raven have seen him?!"
"You trying to say Matt's a bad friend? Look kid, Matt considers you a friend, so he's not gonna waste time hanging out with his girlfriend when your life's on the line! Got it?" It hurts to admit that Matt sees him as a friend, but I really want everything to wrap up for the night, because I'm really tired.
He stares at me for a while, and I stare back. "You know," he starts, another irritated smile forming on his face, "You're so full of shit, and I don't believe you for a second. I don't even know your real name! You tried to kill me when we first met! And, not only have we made no progress in finding out who framed me, but the situation has only gotten worse and worse since you came around! If you don't start making a better effort to help, or at the very least start acting the smallest amount of decent to me, you're gonna deal with you new life on your own!"
. . .
. . .
. . . Dammit. . . He's got me. I'd like to get back at him or say something smart, but it really seems like if I say one more smart-ass comment, he'll throw me out of the plane.
I sigh. "I'm sorry. I'll try to do better. . ." It's almost physically painful to apologize to this thing, this. . . monster. I swear, the first chance I get to fuck this guy up. . .
"Good." He says, "Now, if you will, have a seat."
"In a minute, I need to do something first." His eyes narrow at me, then he retreats into the back. I reach into my bag and pull out the hair dye kit I stole earlier and lock myself inside the bathroom. I tear off my wig and get started on the dye. Though I'll be covering my eyebrows with my hair like my wig did, I take time to carefully dye my eyebrows as well - just in case. I allow the dye to sit for 15 minutes, then I rinse and dry it.
Good, it turns out just fine. I clean the sink and tear up the box until the words are completely unreadable, then I stuff the wig deep into my pocket. I crack the door open and peek out into the plane. Nobody is in the front area. With a sigh, I stop out of the bathroom.
"I'm going to sleep early you guys." I say towards the curtain. I quickly make my way back to my coffin before anyone can say anything and slam the lid shut. For some reason, now that I'm finally in a relaxed state and away from everyone else. . . I'm starting to get the feeling that I may have messed something up today. . .
I turn onto my side.
What could I have done wrong? I pull the contents of my pockets out and lay them in front of me. Let's see; Wallet, iPhone, wig, knife, contact holder, photo of. . .
. . . Please, don't tell me. . .
I lay on my stomach and place the contact holder right in front of my face. 'Please, please don't be in here.' I take a deep breath. 'I don't need the extra stress. Just please don't be in here.'
I crack open the lid. . .
"Son of a bitch."
I didn't put my red contacts on. Panic bursts inside of my chest - my still heart tightens itself, my muscles constrict even harder and my nerves go into a frenzy. Did they notice? Did He notice?! Goddammit, I'm so stupid! How did I not realize it earlier?! My God, please tell me they didn't notice!
I quickly stuff the contact holder in my pocket when I hear my coffin lid open. "What is it?!" I say with a nervous growl.
"O-One of the workers said I should get some sleep t-too, so I-I can, um, help with something i-in the morning w-while you guys are still s-sleeping."
". . . Just get in." I reply, my panic setting a bit. He lays himself next to me, pulling in a light blanket with him, and closes the lid. We lay still beside each other for a few seconds, then Matt shifts around a bit. Then he shifts again. then again. "Matt!" He flinches. "What are you doing?"
"I-I'm sorry, I c-can't find a c-comfortable position!' Just as he tried to move again, I wrap my arms around him and hold him tightly. He flinches violently and scratches at my arms to try to make me let go, but I only squeeze tighter. It doesn't take long for him to give up after that.
We stay like that for a bit, then once again, the peace is interrupted, by me this time. "Why have you been stuttering, anyway?" I feel his body stiffen in my arms.
"I-I," He starts, "I. . . I t-think I've d-developed some kind of n-nervous condition."
I gasp.
"A nervous condition?! From what?! Did someone do something to you?!" I turn him around so he's facing me. Although, it's completely useless seeing as how I'm the only one of us who can see in the dark.
"You di-. . . I-I mean, I d-don't know. I g-guess it's from the stress from t-the situation, and stuff. . "
"Are you sure? Are you sure it's that, and not because someone did something to you?"
"Y-Yes! I'm sure!"
I stare at him, then I loosen my grip around him. "Okay, I believe you. I'm just worried about you, you know? You're my only brother." I pull his head into my chest and hug him softly. "You know Matt, I was really upset about something before you came in here, but the feeling's almost gone now. You always make me feel better, like a good baby brother."
"T-Trevor, were not brothers. . ."
". . . Shut up, Matt. . ."
To be continued.