"So, where do we go from here?" I asked him in a tone that seemed hesitant. I didn't know how to react to all of this new information: the fact that we both were not normal and can from the same planet. I knew he was different, something in his eyes and the tone of his voice made him different to me, and I now knew. He was Number 8, farther down the line than me. Th both of us were over our heads now, and there was no turning back at this point.
Trevor thought to himself, looking rather serious about this since we both kind of knew that this could be dangerous for the both of us.
"I don't know, well not yet." Trevor said to me in almost a sorrowful tone, "But we'll think of something I promise."
"So, the whole thing about you having a brother...that was a lie?" I asked him in a sheepish tone, having a bit of a small smile on my face. It was odd to smile about a lie he told me, but now that I knew about him, I knew he had to protect himself and whomever was in his life.
"I don't have a brother, I honestly didn't have a real family to be honest. Only my guardian. I had to say I have a brother in order to seem...well...normal." Trevor explained to me, "When we went to the Palace of Fine Arts, I knew how to get in without being caught because I've down it before."
"Have you lived here all your life?" I asked him next.
"I couldn't ,not when NUmbers 1, 2 and 3 died. But I wanted to stay her as much as humanly possible." Trevor explained to me and I nodded my head, "When Number 1 died I moved to Mexico for a couple of weeks than came back. Number 2 made me move to Pittsburgh for a month and then I came back. But with Number 3, my guardian made me stay here and lay low in case we were being followed. There were a couple of time where I thought I was cutting it close."
"I've been there, this one time after Number 3 got killed, we were in Alaska and we were being chased. I got a nasty cut on my neck and I thought I was going to die, but Nico saved me." I explained to him, moving my hair to the side and exposing my neck on the left side. I never showed anyone really, since I was never close to anyone. I thought of it as a reminder, something to look at in the morning and remind myself that I was alive and well. It was curved almost like a hook from the bottom of my ear to my collarbone, like I was about to be caught like a fish by a fisherman.
I heard Trevor gasp aloud as I showed him my scar and he was frozen next to me. It must of looked rather painful from his spot as he looked with rather interest and intrigue. I looked at him from my spot and I saw him gently raise a finger and place it on my neck, on the scar. It was like he was so hesitant about touching it, but as he made physical contact with mine I felt warmth all over again. It was more than warmth, more like flames all over my skin and body, making my skin crawl and almost set myself on fire.
Before he could say anything to me, to break the small intimate moment we had with each other, I could hear Nico moving around outside the door and was about to come into the house. I knew it would take him awhile since the lock was horrible on the outside. Trevor and I shot up, Nico can't know about him, not just yet.
"You need to get out of here." I said to him and I looked at my bedroom window, knowing that my window had a fire escape. We both rushed over to my window and I opened it for him, seeing him throw one leg over as I closed my bedroom door.
"Meet me tomorrow after school at Pier 39." Trevor said to me and I nodded my head. This was beyond crazy, we both were treading in dangerous waters being together like this and knowing about each other. But somehow it felt right to me, maybe it did to him. He smiled at me and I smiled back, making it seem so natural between us to feel...love at a time like this.
"We'll get through this, I promise." He reassured me and I closed my eyes, taking in a deep breath to calm myself down. But when I opened my eyes, he was gone. I was about to go check on him when Nico opened the door and I whirled around to look at him. He looked normal, looking at me like nothing just happened in my room.
"Have you been here all night by yourself?" He asked me aloud as he walked into my room and walked over to the window. I panicked, not knowing if Trevor already ran down the street and is not in sight. If he was, I would be in big trouble.
"Didn't you have plans with Emily and that Trevor kid?" He asked me, looking out the window and I shook my head, waiting to him to yell at me or something. But he looked back at me and I shrugged to show him.
"Emily was sick, and Trevor was...meeting with someone." I lied to him, seeing him look at me for a moment or two but then nodding his head, walking out of my room and towards the living room.
"Alright, I'm going to do some work out in the living room, holler if you need anything." He explained to me, closing the door behind me. As soon as the door closed I then ran over to the window and opened it once more. I looked out onto the street and around for any sign of Trevor. I saw nothing at first, but I then saw him a couple of yards away from me near the corner of the two streets. He was looking up at me, his eyes from where I could see looked rather concerned. But as soon as he saw me he smiled widely at me. I smiled back at him, giving him a small wave and he waved back.
We were definitely treading dangerous waters.
School the next day was long and unexciting, the usual classes and people walking around me was nothing to be happy about. But it the mere thought that I was going to see Trevor very soon, alone with him and for the both of us to be talking about what we needed to do, that was my only ray of hope in the whole day. I hated waiting for the last period to come and go, but as soon as it did I ran out of the school and grabbed the Trolly that took me to the bay.
Pier 39 was a bit crowded that day, mostly of tourists and fishermen as well scattered all over the place. It was rather chilly that day, so I was wearing one of my beanies and my peacoat as I looked around for him. I really missed him that day, not seeing his face or hearing his voice. I knew we shouldn't talk during school, not just yet.
"Hey." I heard next to me and I looked over, seeing him smiling at me in his own peacoat and baggy pants. His smile was already killing me, and I couldn't help but smile back at him as we stood there on the Pier. For the first time, I felt tongue tied and I wanted to say something to him, anything to him, but nothing came out loud.
"Come on, I know a good place to eat." He said to me, grabbing my warm hand in his and we both started walking, as if it was a natural thing. I tried to hide the fact that I was thrilled with him holding my hand, so gently like I was a soap bubble and so possessively as if he wanted to let the world know I was his. That was odd to think about wasn't it? We weren't even together as a couple, but the way we acted towards one another, it seemed like it. But I didn't want to jump the gun too quick.
Trevor took us to a small hot dog place by the end of the pier. After we got our hot dogs all fixed up, we went to a bench sitting at the end of the pier looking out to one of the islands, and seeing Alcatraz to the side as well. I ate some of the hot dog and so did Trevor, the silence was comforting and soothing for me, at least for a moment or two.
"How's your hot dog?" He asked me, looking over at me and I smiled at him, my mouth was partially full from the hot dog.
"Very good." I replied back to him, seeing a huge smile on his face. I then saw his eyes go down to my mouth and I wondered why he was looking at my mouth in that way.
"You...you have some mustard on your mouth." He said, pointing to the corner of my mouth. I went up to get it off, but he in fact beat me to it. His thumb moved to the corner of my mouth and took off the mustard very carefully, as if he was afraid that he was going to hurt me from a simple act. As soon as he got off the mustard, I could see that he was staring at me, his golden eyes right on me as I looked at him back. But we both looked down, not wanting to make it awkward.
"Umm, thanks." I replied back to him, but I took another bite and he nodded his head, eating his hot dog as well. I tried to think of something else than the feeling of his thumb on my mouth, near my mouth really. Why was I thinking like this about him?
"I'm glad to know that there's another person out there, like me." Trevor explained to me aloud, having me look at him intently as he continued, "I mean, I knew there were others, my guardian told me. But I never really thought of meeting another one, face to face. You know?"
"I do, in a way. I always felt so isolated and alone when it came to who I was and where I came from." I said to him, facing him a bit more on the bench and seeing him look at me with interest, "My guardian never told me where the others were."
"I didn't think they were supposed to know where the others were." Trevor added in, and I scoffed at the idea.
"That would of made it ten times easier and less awkward." I said in a sigh and he laughed from his spot.
"Tell me about it." He replied aloud and I smiled. I looked back over at him, seeing a genuine smile on his face. The way he smiled, as if he had no care or worry in the entire world, it made everything else going on in my life not even worth worrying over.
"But I'm glad I met you." He explained to me, having me loose my train of thought and my breath for a moment or two. He was glad to have met me, of all people in the whole world. Sure we came from the same planet, something a couple could never see have in common, but it was still new to me.
"You are?" I asked him, still in some sort of shock from what he said. He moved to face me more, now the both of us being face to face and the mood just got even more serious.
"I've wanted to meet the others, at least one of them and see that I was never alone in this. But somehow, when I first met you, I kind of knew that I wasn't alone. I never wanted to get to know someone as much as you, Mary." He explained to me in a serious yet soft tone, "As soon as I saw you in the record store, something inside of me shifted."
"Me too, like I felt something inside of me burst." I said to him in almost a excited tone of voice. I knew he was feeling the same way as I was, having the same shift and burst that I felt at the same time when we first met.
"Is it a normal thing, for us I mean, to feel something like this when we meet another one of us?" He asked me, almost sounding confused about it. I shrugged, but still had a smile on my face.
"I don't think so, I think it means, something else happened between us." I replied back to him, thinking that what happened with Trevor and I was rare, very rare yet very powerful. The more I think about it, the more it made sense. We made a connection from the moment we met, seeing each other in the record store for first time .
"Something more, powerful." Trevor added in to my explanation. I nodded my head, knowing that it was true.
"I have to admit, I developed a bit of a...crush on you." He said, having me loose my breath once more as I looked up at him from my spot on my knee, seeing how genuine he was about what he said and how serious he was too.
"You did?" I asked him, almost in shock but trying to keep it together. He smiled and nodded his head, making my heart burst in excitement and joy.
"Ever since that moment in the park, when you took my picture without me knowing it, I think then I knew that I liked you." He said to me, his voice was so soft it killed me hearing it. But how it sounded so true when he spoke the words, as if he was saying some sort of vow. Were we going to expose our feelings towards each now? It seemed that way, but was it the right decision.
"I think it's safe to say that I liked you then too, maybe even before when we met formally in the coffee shop. Something about you made me think about you constantly." I said to him, somehow using my hands to explain my reasoning. It was hard to try and find the right words to tell him and not look like a fool in front of him. I wanted to seem so serious and so determined about this, because the last boy I tried to tell my feelings to I ended up on the floor having what looked like a seizure.
"So, where do we go from here?" I asked him aloud, hoping we would get something out of this than just making it awkward between us. But the look on his face, and the seriousness in his eyes, I knew he didn't want to let this go. Not yet.
"I don't know, but I wanna go there with you."
Author's Note: Hey guys! Keep feeding me some reviews! I love seeing them and reading them and getting inspired. I portrayed Trevor as Darren Criss from Glee and A Very Potter Musical, so you guys know what he looks like!