A Total Drama Story, Hazbin Hotel Crossover Story

Demon's Daughter: Love Across the Divide

Chapter 30

Confessions of a Teenage Demon

~Gwen's POV~

Thanks to my father, Charlie Vaggie, and I will be leaving for Heaven tomorrow morning to discuss Charlie's aspirations to help rehabilitate demons into Heaven. Given this situation, there was still a task I had to complete before our departure. There was no telling how tomorrow would go, and I didn't want any regrets following me. I made an excuse to Charlie that I would be going to the park for a while. Saying I wanted some fresh air to help clear my mind and nerves before tomorrow. She bought it, and I was free to depart; however, what Charlie didn't know was I wasn't actually going to the park. My plan was to go around the hotel, then teleport myself to Earth with the necklace Alastor gave me. Why go through all that trouble when I could just stay in my room and teleport from there? It was too risky. If Charlie needed me and I wasn't there, she'd freak out. That was the last thing I wanted to happen.

Once outside, I snuck back around, avoiding the windows so no one would see me. Had to crawl under the windows, military stealth mode until I was in the back. Instead of standing up, I teleported myself from the ground to Earth. Which, of course, landed me on the ground upon arrival with a loud thud. Perhaps I should have stood up before teleporting myself, but it was too late now. Getting up on my feet, I did the best I could with brushing off the dust from the front of my body. Going to have to come up with an excuse to tell Charlie to explain this. Lucky for me, I'm wearing a hoodie which I can wrap around my waist. The dirt I'll deal with later. Right now, my goal was to find Trent and talk to him about the kiss I gave him. Hopefully, he wasn't upset that I kissed him then took off without another word. Thinking about it, I'd be upset if our roles were reversed. I may be over my head, but I've got to try.

Looking around I recognized the area; I was in the park near the picnic tables where my friends hung out. As soon as I cleaned myself up and tied my hoodie around my waist, I peeked through the bushes to find only one person hanging out on one of the picnic tables strumming a guitar in his hands. It was Trent. I couldn't believe my eyes. It was as if my wish came true to speak with him alone without any interruptions. There was no telling when anyone else would appear, so I had to act fast and approach Trent. Taking a breath, I moved the bushes aside and advanced towards Trent. I approached him from the right side to avoid startling him. Every step I took made my heart skip a beat. Not out of happiness but worry. It sounds ridiculous since I'm the Princess of Hell, I've faced far worse situations, not to mention I stood up against my father. So why am I so scared now? This must be how Charlie felt when she confronted dad about redeeming demons back then. Perhaps dad felt this way when he met mom long ago in the Garden of Eden. Scared to approach a beauty; to let them know what one is truly feeling in their heart. I want to tell Trent all that and more, but I have to apologize for the kiss ditch incident. Okay, maybe incident is a strong word to use at the moment, but it does best describe what I'm trying to say.

Without realizing it, I was right behind Trent. Didn't even realize I had reached Trent, but not from the side like I wanted. He's still strumming his guitar. He had yet to notice my presence. So, I decided to wait until he's done playing before I get his attention. Listening to his soft melody might help calm me down before I speak with him. Closing my eyes, I let the music sweep me off my feet as I began to get lost in thought again. My imagination began to create these beautiful swirls and ribbons of colors in my mind. There was something about the music that brought a soothing wave of collective coolness over my body. How is it possible to feel such things from music? Thinking back on it, whenever my mother sang to me and Charlie as children, when I closed my eyes to sleep, I could almost feel her song tucking me in to sleep. A wave of warmth covering my body as I drifted off to sleep. I never thought of it before, but music has a powerful effect on one's mind and body. Perhaps Charlie's singing isn't always as silly and ridiculous as I thought.

"Gwen?"

Hm, I can almost hear someone calling my name.

"Gwen?"

There it is again, sounds familiar.

"Gwen, are you okay?"

When I opened my eyes I myself face-to-face with Trent, who was staring directly at me. A normal person would freak out and jump, but I'm not that kind of person. Growing up in Hell, I've been spooked by far worse than a face up in my face. I blinked at him, remaining silent, as the words struggled in my mouth. It took me a few seconds before I finally spoke.

"Trent, hey there." Okay, that sounded a tad cheesy. Even the smile on my face feels ridiculous.

I gave my head a good shake, bringing myself back to normal. As soon as I pulled myself together, I noticed something about Trent's eyes. No idea how I missed this, but his eyes were red and swollen. It looked like he had been crying. Suddenly, I forgot all about the fear that had built up in my stomach as worry settled in.

"Trent, what's going on? Have you been crying?" I asked.

Trent shook his head, maintaining a composed demeanor. "I'm sorry, guess I was crying without realizing it. Just...I'm just...(sighs) I don't want to upset you. I already told the others I needed some space after what happened. Hense why I'm alone."

"What happened? He's going to have to give me more than that to help me understand." I thought to myself, but I wasn't going to push him into talking about something that made him uncomfortable. I will ask him if he wants to talk about it, and if not, I won't force him. "Do you want to talk about it? You don't have to if you don't want, but I'm here if you need me."

Giving a reassuring smile, I wanted him to know I was here for him. He raised his head to look at me. For a brief moment, I could see a faint light returning to his eyes. A light that I wanted to bring back to him. Should he wish to speak to me, then I would be willing to listen and help however I could. Trent looked unsure about opening up. Perhaps it wasn't my place to ask what troubled him if he wasn't comfortable with it, but he's my friend, I care about him. His eyes spoke, as if saying he wanted to open up, but I couldn't speak for his mind and heart.

"I appreciate you wanting to listen Gwen, but I don't feel right putting you down with my problems." He spoke.

"It's no trouble, my sister and I share our problems because by sharing we can better understand the issue and work out a solution." It took me a moment to realize how ridiculous that sounded out loud. Charlie is influencing me more than I anticipated. Had to slap myself on the forehead after that. "Forget what you just heard. That sounded totally cheesy. I've spent too much time with my sister."

Trent let out a small chuckle. At least he found that humorous. "Don't sweat it, that was some good advice. You and your sister must be pretty close."

"Yeah, I guess you could say that." I replied sheepishly.

"I consider you lucky, I'm an only child, so I don't have any siblings." Trent spoke.

"Oh, I'm sorry about that Trent." I spoke. "I can't imagine being without a sibling for as long as you have."

"Well, that might change soon." spoke Trent.

"That might change soon. Maybe his mom's pregnant or his parents are going to adopt. Still doesn't explain why he was upset."

"I apologize if I have caused any confusion. It seems I should provide a proper explanation to the situation."

"Trent, if you're still uncomfortable you don't have to talk about it. I'll respect your decision. After all, it's none of my business anyway." I wanted to be respectful of his personal space, but I also wanted to know what was going on. Curiosity was getting the better of me.

"No, no please understand, are my friend, and I trust you. While I may not know you as well as I know others, I can tell that you are a good person."

My cheeks flushed instantly upon hearing his words. He certainly had a talent for charming a woman, making her feel unique, yet there were those words that left me speechless.

"You trust me?"

"Yeah, I don't have a reason not to trust you." Trent smiled at me, taking my hand in a gentle hold. "You're a sweet girl who's helpful, bright, smart, funny, and..." He paused a moment.

Not sure if he's trying to leave me in suspense.

"And I... I really like you a lot." He turned away blushing bashfully.

My heart began to beat uncontrollably. Trent just admitted to having a crush on me. He likes me as much as I like him. Holy cow, he has feelings for me. He's not upset about the kiss at all. That actually took a huge weight off my shoulders just now, but wait a minute, he says he trusts me. While it means a lot to me to learn this, it's also terrible to hear. Why you, my ask? I'm a demon princess from Hell. If Trent were to discover the truth, he'd either freak out losing trust of me, or he'd think I was insane. As guilt ridden as I felt, I couldn't let Trent uncover the truth.

"Are you alright? You've been quiet and red for a while." spoke Trent, bringing me back to reality.

"Oh, yeah, sorry about that just surprised because I like you a lot too Trent." I smiled softly in reply.

The smile on his face to widen, indicating that his mood improving, which filled me with gratitude. I could feel his hand on mine. It felt warm and soft to the touch against my own skin. The touch of his hand brought a comforting feeling to my heart. It did not alleviate all burden felt from my secret, but it was a beginning. I needed to change the subject to get my mind off what bothered me. I was against this, but pursuing Trent to confess what troubled him would help.

"So... you're okay with telling me what's upsetting you?" I asked, giving an innocent smile.

"(soft sigh) It is only right that you are informed of truth. (puts his guitar down) I already shared the details with the others, so it's only fair that you are included." He spoke. "My dad passed away in a car crash the day before. It was a head on collision caused by a drunk driver."

That was unexpected news I wasn't expecting to hear. "Trent, I'm so sorry." I felt deep sympathy for him and could not begin to fathom the pain he is enduring from the loss of a loved one.

"Witnesses said it happened so fast. I doubt my dad felt much pain, but I'd rather not think about it. I will be moving in with my mother, which means I will be relocating and leaving town."

That came as more unexpected news. He never told me his parents were separated and that his mom lives else were, but then again, I never asked.

"I didn't know your parents were separated Trent." I spoke.

"Yeah, I don't like talking about it." He spoke. "My parents had one of those complicated relationships involving work and their personal lives. Don't get me wrong, they both love me, or did love me in my dad's case. It's just...complicated. I'm not sure how to describe it."

"You don't have to explain Trent. If it's complicated let's just leave it at that." I didn't want to put pressure on him when he was going through a lot already.

"Well, the thing is, my mom's job is pretty intense and important. She doesn't like to brag about it and has told me to keep it between the two of us."

"What's that mean?"

"Just that her job is super secretive. In a silly way, it's kind of like Santa Clause's job."

That is a silly way to describe her job. Not that I was going to tell him that.

"Okay, so your mom's job is important and secretive. Have you actually gone with her to her office or wherever she works at all?"

"Yes, a few times as a kid she invited me to come with her to see where she works."

"What was it like?"

"Aw man, how can I best describe it?" He leans down on the picnic table looking up at the sky. "It was unlike anything I'd ever seen before. Almost like something I dreamt of, and it came to life."

Sounds to me like Trent had walked into his own personal paradise. Makes me wonder if his mom works at an amusement park or something. Looking down at Trent, I can see a faint, but joyful smile appearing on his face.

"When I was a kid, the world around me was huge, bright, wonderous, and peaceful. My mom would take my hand, guiding me around to meet all her friends, show me all the shops, and take me in to see where she did her business with, her co-workers. Everyone was super nice, helpful, and made sure I was comfortable during my visit."

"Okay, that sounds too good to be true." I spoke. "You make it sound like you were getting the royal treatment. Is your mom the president of a theme park or something?"

I didn't mean for that to slip out, but it slipped out from my lips. Luckily, Trent found it funny because he was chuckling lightly from the comment.

"Yeah, I guess it does sound that way." He sat back up, his smile still shining on his face. "But no, my mom's not the president of some theme park. She does have high status in the company, she's just not the president. That roll belongs to someone with way more authority than my mom."

"So, your mom is the vice president?"

"Somewhat, more akin to a judge."

Whatever his mother's job is, she obviously has strong authority as whoever's in charge.

"I know it doesn't make much sense, but that's how she described it to me." Trent spoke.

"No, it's alright, I'm sure your mother's a hard worker who takes her job seriously." I replied being nice.

"Actually yes, she does take her job seriously." spoke Trent. "I've seen how she gets when it comes to dealing with a case handed to her. It's like she becomes a different person."

"I get it, believe me. I've picked up the same vibes from my own parents and Charlie."

"Yeah, it's amazing how someone's personality can change when in a different environment."

"You make it sound like they're an animal hunting for prey."

Upon saying that, the two of us shared a laugh. It was a stupid pun, but kind of funny to hear. We laughed for a short while, unaware that our hands were touching. The moment I noticed, I could immediately feel my cheeks heating up like a fireplace on a cold night. When I looked at Trent's face he too was blushing.

"You know, your hands real soft to the touch. I hope you don't mind our hands touching." Trent spoke, his eyes gazing down at my hand.

"No, no, this is alright." I felt slightly embarrassed, but I didn't know if it was from our hands touching or something else, I couldn't quite figure out.

Ignoring the feeling, I gave Trent a reassuring smile letting him know I was fine with this. Thankfully, he bought it, smiling back at me, holding my hand. Until a sudden realization came to mind.

"Trent, when are you leaving to go to your mom's?" I asked.

He lets out a small sight, "My mom's sending a car to come pick me up before nightfall tonight."

"Tonight?" Another unexpected news shocker.

"I'm really sorry about this Gwen, but my mom doesn't want me to stay by myself for too long. Guess she's worried about my safety." Trent spoke.

"I can't believe you're leaving so soon. This means I won't be able to see you anymore." Now that I said that out loud, my heart began to ache. Just when I came back to make things right, Trent has to leave meaning I have to say goodbye.

"That's not entirely true, we have an agreement my mom and me. I can come back here during the summer with a caretaker since my mom's going to be busy with work." Trent spoke.

I arched an eyebrow upon hearing that last part. "Your mother cannot accompany you over the summer? Why not allow you to remain here on your own or stay with a friend? You could stay with Geoff Duncan DJ, or even Mike until school resumes, couldn't you?"

"Yeah, I agree, but she's overprotective and wants me to be with someone she knows personally. I've told her about my friends being good people, but she's a tad skeptical."

"Skeptical? Has she even met them?"

"Uh, sort of."

"Sort of? That doesn't make any sense."

"It's...It's complicated."

Something seemed amiss; Trent's tone sounded nervous when he said that, as though he has a secret. Was there more to his mom's job then he was letting on? If so, was he embarrassed or ashamed to share what his mom did? I felt the urge to press for details, but it was not my position to do.

"Okay, I won't push you to share information you're not comfortable with." I spoke.

"Appreciate it, thanks, I'm sorry I can't share more details about my mom's job, but please understand her job is something I can't really talk about. I can share some small details, but that's it."

If the job's so secretive, I bet she works as an undercover agent or an assassin. It's a possible theory, back in Hell there's the I.M.P. who are hired assassins, and one of them is fucking Via's dad. If that was too much information for anyone deal with it. Now, back to the matter at hand. While I can't push Trent to share more about his mom, I could at least make his last day memorable; however, there's still a matter at hand. Charlie still thinks I went out to clear my head before our trip to Heaven tomorrow. If I stay out too long, she'll start to worry leading her to constantly call and text my phone until I answer. That's something I don't want to put her or myself through. Better send her a message letting her know I'll be out a little late, but home before dark.

"Could you excuse me for a moment Trent? I need to send a text to my sister letting her know I'll be home later because I want to spend time with you before you depart this evening." I explained.

The earlier blush on Trent's face lit up once again in response to my words.

"You don't think your sister will mind you staying out longer to hang with me? I don't want you getting in trouble." He spoke.

"Don't worry about me, Charlie shouldn't mind once I explain the situation, but she's likely going to give me a time to return home. We've got a meeting tomorrow with another hotel to discuss Charlie's business purpose on redemption." I explained, not giving too much of the truth away.

"Impressive, she is making an effort to her ideas on a global scale." spoke Trent.

"Yeah, you could say that."

He wasn't wrong, getting approval from Heaven is a straight shot up on a global scale. At least, I think it is based on what dad sometimes talked about. When I was little, he would tell Charlie and me stories about Heaven, describing the pearly gates and beauty that fell upon the land. Mentioning how in Heaven, you can only go up which I think he meant when it comes to Heaven, angels can rise up in their ranks for every good deed they do.

"Anyway, let me call her real quick." I got up and walked to a nearby tree. It wasn't being rude, more for privacy. There was no telling how the conversation would go, and Trent didn't need to hear it.

It took thirty seconds to call Charlie and receive a reply.

(The cell phone call will be in italic for the conversation and bold for the names.)

Charlie: Hey Gwen, is everything alright?

Gwen: Hey Charlie, everything's fine, I just wanted to let you know I'll be home a little later. I met up with a friend and he's going to be moving this evening, so I wanted to hang out with him before he goes. I hope that's okay with you.

Charlie: Aw Gwen, that's so nice of you~ Spending time with a friend, making memories he can look back on. I'm so proud of you. Who is this friend, is it someone I know? You said he, I think.

This is the part I need to be careful with. I can't give away too much information, but I want to be honest with Charlie since she's always going on about honesty being the best policy. The response needs to be an honest yet deceiving reply.

Gwen: Yeah... actually, I met this guy while on one of my outings a while ago. His name is Trent, and he's a sweet guy who plays the guitar, he's friendly, and has a lovely smile.

I immediately began to blush upon realizing what I said. The sound of Charlie's giggles could be heard through the other end. Apparently, she found this humorous.

Charlie: Okay, I get it, you don't need to say another word. (Giggles) You can stay out, but no later than ten alright? We still have that important meeting with Heaven tomorrow and I'd like to try and leave early in the morning.

Gwen: I know, and don't worry Charlie I'll be home before ten.

Charlie: Good! Alright, well, I'll let you go now. Stay safe out there, don't talk to strangers, stay clear of the Vee's territory, call me if anything goes wrong, if you run into trouble try to negotiate a peaceful deal, an-

I stopped Charlie before she went overboard.

Gwen: Charlie! I'll be okay, promise.

Charlie: Okay... sorry about that. Just call me when you're coming back.

Gwen: I will, bye Charlie.

I hung up after that then returned to Trent and told him Charlie gave me the 'Okay' to stay out. Ensuring Trent has the best last day before departure.

Our outing began at the park and continued to the movies, where we watched an impressive film titled 'Dark Shadow.' Human horror films are quite remarkable. After movie, we visited a cafe and tried a beverage called boba tea. It was an intriguing, flavored milk drink with black pearls at the bottom, known as tapioca balls. Describing the tapioca balls is challenging; sucking them through the straw was somewhat bothersome and chewing them felt akin to chewing gum with a slight of vanilla. Overall, it was enjoyable.

With our drinks in hand, Trent and I walked down the sidewalk to our next location. Feeling bold, but bashful, I took a risk. Reaching out, I grabbed Trent's hand, gently holding it in my own. My cheeks flared up the moment I touched Trent's hand. My only concern was whether my hand would get sweaty. My heart raced so intensely that my body seemed on the verge of overheating. Fortunately, I felt a gentle squeeze on my hand, which led back to Trent who smiled softly at me in a comforting manner. It didn't help that I felt hot and sweaty looking at Trent's gorgeous smile, but overall, I was glad. The more time I spent with Trent, the more I realized how difficult it would be to say goodbye.

I tried not to think about it as we swung by a music store. Trent needed to purchase new strings after noticing that one of the strings on his guitar produced a flat sound. He even showed me how to replace the string on his guitar when we took a seat on a bench. While he worked, Trent told me how he first got into playing the guitar. Apparently as a kid, he saw this guy at his mom's workplace playing like a pro on this electric guitar for his coworkers. Trent was instantly hooked, running up and begging the stranger to teach him to play. The stranger was impressed by Trent's willingness to learn the instrument and agreed to take him under his wing. Trent told me how he tried learning the electric guitar, but he wasn't crazy about playing it as his mentor was. So, he settled for something that was low key. Couldn't help but chuckle upon hearing that. It was a little funny.

Upon fixing his guitar and putting it back in its case, Trent's phone went off. He answered, and while I couldn't hear the conversation, his facial expressions spoke plenty to me. I saw his face go from cheerful to disappointment fast. He was trying to reason with whoever was on the other side of the phone, but to no avail. He hung up soon after, disappointment written all over his face.

"What happened Trent?" Was all I could think to ask him as pathetic as it was.

"That was my mom, she says she's coming sooner than later to come get me." spoke Trent.

"What, but I was under the impression that she was planning to pick you up tonight. Has she suddenly and abruptly altered her decision?"

"She said she wants to get me settled in. Plus, she's got a big meeting tomorrow, so she doesn't want to waste time."

"That's not fair. Did you tell her you were hanging with a friend?"

"I complied but she insists that I leave. She's insistent to adhere to her schedule. There is nothing further I can do to change her mind. All I could do was give her my location, and now I'm waiting for my ride."

I felt awful for Trent, my heart was aching in pain upon hearing the news. He couldn't leave; it wasn't fair of his mom to take him away so soon. Suddenly, it dawned on me that if Trent will be leaving soon, that doesn't leave me much time to express my true feelings towards him. With no telling when Trent would get picked up, I had to pull a bold move one last time. This time, I wasn't going to screw up. Gathering my courage, I placed a hand on Trent's shoulder and spoke his name.

"Trent, I want you to know something. Something important that I have to do now before I miss the chance to do it."

Before he could utter a word, I moved in for the kill. That's right, I made the first move. I kissed Trent right on the lips and immediately felt a spark ignite when our lips met. My closed eyes opened slightly to see Trent's expression. Hopefully, he wasn't freaked out by my sudden boldness, but thankfully, his eyes were closed, and he was into it. This made me feel pure bliss and happiness. Sharing the same experience and understanding as Charlie has with Vaggie created a perfect moment, until a car abruptly startled us, causing two of us to pull apart in shock. Turning our attention to the source, a pure white limo with gold trimming was in front of us.

"Shit, I guess my ride's here." spoke a disappointed Trent.

"Do you really have to go?" I asked.

"Afraid so, (places a hand on my cheek) but I want you to know that I'll be back during the summer months, and I'll never stop loving you." He spoke softly as he looked me in the eyes.

My face flushed with a wave of heat. "I love you to Trent. I'll never forget you. I'm never going to forget you."

We exchanged one last kiss, swiftly traded phone, and with a final wave of farewell, I watched as Trent entered the limousine and vanished from view.

End of Chapter

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