Author's Note: I just realized that for the last chapter I didn't finish the sentence! I thought I did, but guess I was wrong? Anyways, uh… I haven't updated in a while because I sort of forgot that I was writing a fanfic… Don't be mad if it takes a while for me to update? I'm also trying to keep the chapters sort of consistently long to occupy you all a lot.

Holy shit. I am soo sorry it took so long to update.

He looked at me, "Yeah, but before I do, I just wanted to say, I had a surprisingly great day today and I wanted to ask if you'd want to do this again Saturday night at around… 8PM, maybe? Maybe somewhere a little nicer?

I furrowed my eyebrows and pursed my pale lips looking at him, "Are… You… Asking me out on a date?"

Trevor looked out the car window and blushed, "Well… I kinda… Sorta… I… You…"

I rolled my eyes and shook my head, "SPIT IT OUT, SOCCER SNOB."

"YES," he exclaimed.

I honestly busted out laughing at him for being such a wuss on asking me, his nemesis or ex-nemesis, out on a date, but I guess that's how things are when you're a teenager.

He looked at me, waiting for an answer, "Well?"

Containing myself long enough to give him a straight answer, I smiled at him, "Today was definitely fun. I wouldn't mind having another day with you."

Trevor smiled a cheeky smile with his green eyes glowing like a neon glow stick and started the car.

As he drove me home, there was a silence between us, but it wasn't those awkward silences.

It was one of those silent moments that would have been comfortable with talking or just pure silence.

Trevor broke the silence by asking, "Do you have any plans for tomorrow?"

"Not really. Well… Not since… He left Dullsville." I bit my pale lip trying to restrain myself.

Even though I was looking down, I could see Trevor pitied me from the corner of my eyes.

He thought of what to say and asked, "Well… If you want, you can come over tomorrow and we can… You know… Hang out, maybe?

I turned my head to see him giving me a slight smile. Girls at Dullsville High would have melted to get that smile from Trevor Mitchell.

Damn, girls would have been hating on me.

"Yeah, that'd be fun." I accepted his offer right when we pulled up into my driveway.

We got out of the car and he walked me up to my porch as I dug for my keys.

"Do you wanna come in to chill, then stay for dinner or something?" I asked to be nice.

He chuckled, "I'll come in to chill. You've had to deal with me enough for one meal."

I smirked and unlocked the door and opened the door for him to go in.

"Ladies first," he insisted.

I walked in and my mom happened to walk to the door to see me and Trevor not far behind.

Shit, I just realized Trevor shouldn't be in my house to begin with…

"Oh, Trevor. It's nice to see you, again," my mother smiled, "Looks like you and Raven worked things out for the day?"

"Yes, we did," Trevor replied with the all time famous Trevor Mitchell smile.

This kid.

I grabbed Trevor's hand and started pulling up the stairs, "We'll just be up in my room."

My mom cocked her head to the side and watched us and I pulled Trevor upstairs. Even Trevor was a little flabbergasted at my hand pulling upstairs.

Right before I could enter my room, Billy happens to come out of his.

Talk about the fuckin' irony of it all. My mom sees me coming in Trevor Mitchell and now, my baby brother sees me and Trevor Mitchell holding hands WHILE heading for my bedroom. This is just great.

"What's—"

"Don't even ask," I shot at him before he could question authority.

He raised his hands, palms out, and pursed his lips as I opened my bedroom door and pulled Trevor in.

Trevor cocked an eyebrow, "What was that all about?" He did a slight pause before yelling, "You're not going to rape me are you? Cause I'll do it willingly!"

I looked at him like he was retarded, "No, moron, I'm not going to rape you. In fact, I would never ever do any sort of sexual activities with you."

"Oh, so why'd you pull me all the way up here for no reason?" he asked and taking a seat on my bed.

"I don't know. It's just sort of weird to have you in my house to hang out. Plus, I really don't wanna have to hear any bullshit from my parents about how you're over here or how I'm moving on from… Him… To you."

For some reason, Trevor had a bit of hurt in his eyes, "So… You're saying... That I could never take his place or… Make you happy?"

Aw, fuck.

"Well, Trevor… You shouldn't want to be the replacement. I'm just saying that it would make me seem like a whore if I just went from him to you in like… A span of four days, ya know?"

He nodded, "Alright, but you're not saying that we'd never wind up together?"

"Let's not talk about that."

Trevor slightly pouted, "Okay… I noticed you don't say Monster Boy's name. You say 'him' and not just life a usual 'him' but a strong 'him'. Care to explain?"

"And that, Trevor Mitchell, is another thing we shant discuss."

"Oh… Okay, well, I should probably get going… My folks are probably waiting for me to eat dinner."

As he got up and was about to walk around, I grabbed his arm, "No, wait!"

Why did I want him to stay?

I flinched at my action and let go of his arm, "Uhh…. Call your parents and say you're staying here over to eat. It's nice having you over."

He smiled and took his cell out, "I'll be just a sec."

As Trevor left my room to make his phone call, I sat on my bed and put my head in my hands.

Oh, god… What the fuck is coming over me? Why do I want him around at all? I thought. Fuckin'… him… If he hadn't left then I wouldn't be in this situation of wanting Trevor around… God, this is all so fucked up.

He came back in and I snapped out of my thoughts, "Yeah, they said I could stay, but they're kind of surprised I'm staying at your place."

"I'm not surprised. It's out of the ordinary for anyone to be hanging out with me," I smirked.

Before Trevor could say anything, my mom called us for dinner, "Raven! Billy! Dinner!"

"Come on," I called.

All three of us made our ways downstairs.

"Mom, Trevor's staying for dinner… Is that fine with you?"

She smiled at me and Trevor, "Why, of course. Luckily, your father is staying late at the office, so we have an extra steak to spare."

We all took our seats and started eating. Trevor sat where he used to sit whenever he stayed for dinner.

"Trevor, honey, is the steak cooked to your liking? Mr. Madison usually likes it medium rare, I don't know if you like it a little more cooked or raw," my mom asked.

Trevor nodded as he chewed on the steak, "It's great, but do you have any garlic salt, maybe?"

"Oh, I'm sorry. We don't have any Garlic salt. Alexander had a deathly allergic reaction to garlic, so I had to throw it all out, but we have some cracked pepper?"

Suddenly, I stopped chewing at the mention of his name. My brain was telling me to continue to eat, but I couldn't move. I couldn't process that his name had been mentioned.

Trevor noticed that my mom said his name and said, "Oh, no, that's fine. I'll just eat it the way it is," he smiled at my mom, but turned his head a little and nudged me with his elbow, "You okay, Rave?"

I flinched at his nudge and nodded at him and continued eating my steak.

As we finished eating, Trevor and I went upstairs back to my room. I laid flat on my bed and he sat on the edge with me.

He looked at me, "You okay?"

With a short glance at him, I replied, "Yeah… My mom mentioning his name caught me off guard, though."

Trevor shook his head, "I'm sorry he did that to you. It must hurt like a motherfucker to just be hurt like that."

"Yeah, I guess… But what can I do about it? It's not like I'm going to go look for him again and just beg him to come back."

"Why not?" he asked.

I closed my eyes and sighed, "Before he left, he did everything he could to not leave clues behind, so for all I know… He could be in Romania, by now," I sat up next to Trevor, "I would look for him if I had a single clue on where he was, but I don't."

He looked at me and pulled me into a hug, "Well, I promise if any constellation, I'll be here for you."

Did Trevor really say that?

Let me check.

"Did you really just say that?" I looked up at him and asked wide-eyed.

He let go of me and scratched the back of his head, "Yeah, I guess I did."

Ooh, talk about an awkward silence.

Trevor looked at his watch, "Oh, I gotta get goin'. My parents are probably going to think that I'm banging you if I don't get home," he laughs.

I swat him in the arm, "You're disgusting!" but laugh along with him. I don't remember when the last I laughed in the past three days were…

"Alright, I'd better get going, then," he said and got up.

I got up, too, "I'll walk you out."

We went down the stairs in complete silence until we reached the door. Before exiting, Trevor turns around.

"Remember, if you wanna hang out or need a friend tomorrow… Just call or text me and I'll come get you."

I rolled my eyes, "Yes! I heard you the first time. Now, leave my house!"

He laughed and walked towards his car. I watched him as he pulled out of my driveway and made his way home.

I closed the door and ran upstairs back to my room. Realizing I still hadn't taken a shower, I grab my pajamas and made my way to the bathroom.

After showering, I went back to my room and looked at the time… It was only 9:40PM. Hmph. Feels more like 11 at night…

Whatever. I climbed into bed and turned my light off to catch some sleep. Since he left, it took me a while to sleep, but if it didn't take me a while, my dreams would be nightmares.

Nightmares would probably be a good thing to a Gothic person like myself, but… They weren't the good kind of nightmares that I enjoyed… They were the kinds of nightmares that meant to make you wake up screaming and crying.

I think I passed out around 1:56AM, because when I woke up, it was 11 in the morning.

Tired, I was staring up at my blank white ceiling thinking about some stuff.

Man, I really need to get a life… Outside of Becky and just staying in my solitary confinement of a home thinking about him.

Yeah, I just went out yesterday, but that was with Trevor Mitchell. Wasn't really much of a hang out but more of just a pity hang out… I don't even know what I'm saying.

I rolled my eyes as I stared up at a ceiling. Feeling frustrated just lying there and doing nothing, I growled and got out of bed.

Scurrying to the bathroom, I realized no one was home. That's good. Time for myself without having to answer any questions.

After showering and brushing my teeth, I change into a Slipknot Tshirt and skinny jeans, go to the living and turned on the TV.

Going through all 1,943 channels that we have, there was absolutely NOTHING for me to watch.

What the fuck, man.

I throw the remote to the side and go to the kitchen and get some food.

Looking through the fridge, there was nothing to eat. Well…. There are carrot sticks and celery sticks and some squash, but I ain't eatin' that shit!

Again… What the fuck!

I groan and drag my ass up the stairs back into my room, walking past my bedroom mirror I look at myself.

"Oh, my god. I look like shit…" I say aloud to myself. My hair tangles were visible, my laps were pale, my eyes had deep eye circles underneath, and I was unusually more pale than I usually was.

I grab my brush and separate my hair into sections start to brush out all the tangles in my hair by brushing top and bottom. Apparently… It did nothing but make my hair more poofy than it was tangled. I grab my straightener and start to straighten it so that it'll look a little bit better

Rather than flattening it, my hair also looked longer and it looks a little better than it would have when it was puffy.

After fixing my hair, I walked back in forth in my house, I don't even know how many times.

Next, I just went upstairs into my room and lied on my back and started staring off into space, hoping that I would fall asleep.

That didn't happen. I wound thinking about him instead.

I grabbed my phone and noticed I had 4 text messages. One from my mom, one from my brother, and two from… Trevor…?

I checked the one from my mom first: "There's no food in the fridge, so you may have to go out."

Yeah, I already figured that out…

The one from my brother: "Where'd you put my pocket protector? Don't say you didn't take it."

That fuckin' nerd…

And finally… Trevor with his two text messages. The earlier one said, "I'm bored" and the later one from about two hours later said, "Wanna come over?"

Blah, I forgot all about being able to hang out with Trevor.

Fuck texting him back and saying I'm coming over. He came over yesterday out of nowhere. I deserve to do the same thing.

I grabbed my black Converse from underneath my bed rather than my combat boots because I don't wanna tie all those laces, I'm too lazy to tie them, and Trevor's not cool enough to see me with my combat boots.

After tying up my shoes, I went to the bathroom and looked at my face in the mirror… Holy hell, too pale.

My eye bags are sagging like a motherfucker… I would need a lot of eyeshadow to cover that shit up, but I could make it match my eyelids by adding only a little bit of eyeshadow. As for the eyeliner, I'll just draw a light line on my eyelashes.

I finish getting my makeup on; grab my cell phone and keys, and run outta the house. I start running to the Mitchell residence.

Holy shit. I forgot how big this motherfucker's house is… It's like… Five times my house's size.

I furrow my eyebrows and purse my lips debating whether I should really be here…

Aw, to hell with it.

I run up to the door and knock twice. The door opens a crack and I see Mrs. Mitchell.

She doesn't look happy but asks, "How can I help you, Raven?"

"Is, uh, Trevor home?" I asked.

"He is, but you were just with him yesterday, were you not?" She questioned with an attitude.

I rolled my eyes, "Yeah, but he asked if I wanted to come over, so here I am."

"Are you sure it was my Trevor that asked you to come over?"

What is with this bitch?

"Really, Mrs. Mitchell, I wouldn't be here if your son hadn't asked if I wanted to come over."

Before she could say another word, Trevor came to door, "Mom, who're you arguing with—" he stopped midsentence when he saw me, "Raven! You came!" he smiled.

I smiled back at him, "Yes, I did," giving an "I-told-you-so" glance at his mom, I added, "I would have texted you back telling you I was coming, but my phone wouldn't send."

He smiled even wider, "It's all good, why don't you come in?" He turned to his mom, "Mom, Raven and I are going to be chillin' in my room, cool? Cool."

Trevor opens the door for me and I walk in, past his mom, giving her a triumphant smile.

Inside I was just screaming, "what now, bitch?"

We walked upstairs into his room. It wasn't that long ago when I snuck in here thinking Trevor was a vampire…

Ah, those good old days… Well… Not really… Wait… No… Yeah, it was the good old days… He was still here.

I sat on his bed. Comfy.

"Oh!" Trevor exclaimed, "I'm being rude aren't I?"

I cock my eyebrow confused.

"Would you like some refreshments?" he asked.

Now, that he mentions it… "If you bring some up for yourself as well."

He smiles again and leaves his room.

So, I'm basically sitting awkwardly in his room, sitting on his bed, doing nothing.

When he comes back in, he has two different bags of potato chips and four different types of soda.

"Wow, Soccer Snob… Is all that really necessary?" I joked.

He smirks at me, "Sorry, I didn't know what kind of soda you would like to drink or what kind of chips you like, so I brought one of every soda that we had and the two different types of chips we have."

How could I not smile at him? That's such a nice thing to do.

Trevor took my smile as a good sign and carried on, "I brought cola, grape soda, black cherry soda, and strawberry soda… We like fruit sodas here. And as for the chips, I brought Sour Cream and Onion and… Well… Just original."

"I'll just take the cola and the original chips," I continued smiling, "thank you."

He smiled back at me, "You're welcome."

We spent about six hours in his room drinking soda, eating chips, and watching movies on his big screened computer.

This kid has three different closets… One for his clothes, entertainment, and sports gear. I'm pretty sure when he told me to pick out a DVD from his closet, I just about picked both the wrong closets, until I finally got to the entertainments.

I couldn't believe Trevor's collection of DVDs in his closet of entertainment. He had just about every movie known to man even from the 1950's.

Of course, since he had THAT many DVDs, I chose my all time favorite… Dracula. About half way through the movie, I stopped it because I found myself thinking about him. There were so many similarities that I couldn't take it.

He and I wound up just watching Taken and Alice in Wonderland. He chose Taken and I chose Alice.

It was about six when we finished watching our movies and I decided it might be time to go.

"Eh, I think I should go," I suggested.

Quickly he said, "No, stay for dinner." After realizing what he had just said he added, "I mean… Only if you want, you know…"

I arched my eyebrows and snickered, "Yeah, that's cool. I just gotta text my mom and tell her when I'll be home and that I'm not coming home for dinner."

Of course, my mother said it was fine and she wasn't even home, yet.

"My mom said yeah."

Trevor nodded and called over an intercom that he had in his room, "Rosa, for dinner tonight, add an extra setting. We have a guest."

Rosa replied, "Yes, Mr. Mitchell and in case you want to know, we're having lasagna tonight."

"Thank you, Rosa," Trevor responded back and turned to me, "you like lasagna, right?"

I haven't had lasagna in a while… It's cause it never usually tastes good to me without garlic salt, which my mother couldn't add because of him whenever he came over to eat or whenever he came over at all.

Even though I was obsessed with vampires, I still had a strange liking towards garlic. The smell bothered me, but it always seemed to taste so… Zesty to me.

"Yeah, I love that stuff, especially when it has garlic salt in it." I exclaimed.

"My household wouldn't have it cooked any other way. We like to add spices to it to give it a more exotic taste rather than just noodles, meat, cheese, and tomato."

Lord, have mercy on his soul.

"Oh. My. Anne Rice. I do, too! I hate lasagna when it's all bland and tastes just like any other pasta." I retorted.

We had a conversation on foods that we liked and we actually had a lot in common.

After about an hour, Rosa buzzed Trevor's room to call us down to dinner.

He and I made our way downstairs when we ran into Mrs. Mitchell.

"Oh, Raven, are you finally leaving for the evening?" she smiled at me.

Trevor intervened, "No, she's actually staying over for dinner."

I could see that Mrs. Mitchell wasn't too please because she shot me and Trevor a dirty look before huffing like a little prep at Dullsville High and storming off into the dining room.

What classic.

Trevor and I took our time walking to the dining room and I was swinging my hands while his were at his sides.

Suddenly, I felt him grab my hand and his fingers lacing through mine.

To my own surprise, I didn't pull away, I just took a glance at our hands and had an urge to take a picture and post it on the internet to make the other preppy girls jealous of me.

We walked into the dining room and Mrs. Mitchell's eyes go wide and mouth restrained from dropping.

I turned my head and stuck my nose up in the air and made my way to a chair next at the table that one of their maids happened to pull out for me.

There wasn't much conversation at the table for dinner because well… Soccer Snob's mother most certainly didn't like me and as always, his dad was on a business trip.

Yes, Trevor did start up some conversation, but it wound up with his mom shooting a glare at him.

You'd think the woman would be nice to her guest or at least… Let her son show respect to the guest.

Dinner was delicious. I really need to ask Rosa what the recipe for her lasagna is… My mother's lasagna is delicious, but it doesn't leave this tint of zest lingering on your taste buds.

By the time I left it was about 9:30PM.

"Alright, Trev, I gotta get home. My mom and dad are probably waiting for me right now." I said.

"Want me to give you a ride? It's no trouble at all." He offered.

I smiled at him nonchalantly, "No, it's fine. I'll just walk. My house isn't even that far from here."

"No, no, no," he insisted, "I'll walk with you. Wouldn't you a person like you getting raped… It'd be a big disappointment for the rapist." He walked past me and winked.

I scoffed at his remark and went out of the house with him.

We walked at a very slow pace and it would usually take me about 15 minutes to walk there, but with our pace it took us 25 minutes instead.

The entire walk from his house to my house was a complete silence until we were about 5 steps from my front door.

"Uh… Thanks for walking me home, even though you really didn't have to…" I said.

"It's fine. I wanted to get out of the house, anyways."

I smiled at him for millionth time, "Oh, but thanks anyways… At least I have you to thank for not getting raped," I laughed.

He smiled and opened up his arms, asking me for a hug.

I gave him a quick hug and then I made my way up to my door.

"Oh, hey, Rave!" Trevor called out, "Don't forget about our date tomorrow at 8PM," he winked as he started walking home.

I rolled my eyes and called out after him, "Don't get butt raped!"