Wonderland | Trevor & Amanda

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As soon as Amanda pulled away, Trevor rolled his eyes. A smirk played at his lips, he knew she was going to do something of the sorts and yet he still managed to fall for it. It was little things like this, how comfortable he was around Amanda, or how joking around put the biggest grin on her face, that Trevor grew to love and look forward to whenever they planned to meet up or hang out. “Fine then, fuck it!” Trevor sat up and shrugged at her, playing it off as if he didn’t care in the slightest. His eyes, however, betrayed him as they darted from Amanda’s eyes to her lips a few times before he looked away and found something to distract himself with. “Hey,” Trevor said, his hand reaching beside him for what his eyes had landed on. The blonde picked up a small stuffed bear that had been resting against the pillows on his best friend’s bed and brought it to his lap, the soft material of the stuffed animal meeting his rough skin and bringing a tiny smile to his face as he imagined a younger version of the girl in front of him taking good care of the toy. Trevor cleared his throat and looked back up at Amanda, then finished his sentence, “how do you feel about prom?” His eyebrows scrunched together with the question. “I don’t care much for it, but if you want to go, I want to be the one to take you.” He spoke clearly and carefully, hoping for two things. First, that no one else had beat him to asking Amanda, and second, that this question wasn’t something that defined the seriousness or pace of their relationship, if he could even call it that.

Amanda’s smirk softened into a smile when Trevor picked up the stuffed animal, “Hm?” She brought her legs up, crossing them into a pretzel and before turning to face him, her hands in her lap. She didn’t know what she’d been expecting, but it certainly hadn’t been prom. Her eyes widened and her heartbeat suddenly felt ten times louder than it’d been by the end of his question. “Are you asking me to prom?” The smile that had formed on her face fell suddenly, and her voice turned serious, “I’d say yes, but someone else already asked and I mean, I kindof said yes already…” Amanda let her sentence trail off with a sigh, “I’m sorry, Trevy.” She shrugged before the smile forced its way back to her lips, “I’m kidding, I’m kidding! Yeah.” She said quickly with a laugh, “Yeah. Yes, I’d like that. I mean, okay.” She took a deep breath, sorting her through her thoughts before she answered again, “I’d love to go to prom with you.” Letting herself act on impulse, her hand reached for his and she took it before leaning in and pressing her lips against his slowly. Sure, their relationship had become undefined and perhaps a bit confusing, but as long as she had Trevor, she found she was okay with it. Maybe it was best to let the chips fall where they may. 

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Wonderland | Trevor & Amanda

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“Honestly?” Trevor raised an eyebrow at her, his eyes holding the  before continuing his argument, “I’m not so sure I want it to be just hooking up either.” His mouth was dry now just at the thought and he swallowed the tiny lump threatening its way to the back of his throat. The deep moment quickly vanished with Amanda’s playful remark and Trevor couldn’t help but smile back at her. “Oh, really?” the smile grew in to a mischievous stare as the blonde pushed himself back to a sitting position. He wasn’t going to let her get away with that and she knew it, such thoughts served as his motive when Trevor took a hold of her wrists playfully and pulled her towards him, “I’m not sure how I feel about that.” He made sure to bring her close enough for him to lean by her ear before whispering his next few words. “Am I going to have to change your mind?”

This was all the prime reason for Trevor’s confusion, no way in hell was he complaining, but the pair pretty much acted like a couple, best friends, and friends with benefits all at the same time. Maybe she was right, they should just let things fall in place, that’d sure be easier on him and there’s even the possibility of them becoming more than what they were now, which was definitely something Trevor was thankful for.

The moment was broken and Amanda let out a breath of air she didn’t know she’d been holding. Stifling a laugh, she grinned as he pulled her towards him. “Change my mind?” She asked, “Well, I have an idea for how you could do that.” She remembered the promise she’d made him just before, and an idea popped into her head. Her fingers found their way to the collar of his shirt and she fingered it as her eyes flickered from his eyes to his lips. “If you’re up for it, I mean,” she said thoughtfully, “I’ve heard that I’m pretty stubborn.” She leaned in slowly until her lips hovered over his, her voice decreasing to barely over a whisper by the end of the sentence.

Pulling away abruptly, her lips tilted into a cheeky grin, “Or maybe not.” She said nonchalantly, shrugging as she resumed her previous position. While lately their relationship had blurred and turned more confusing than Amanda would like, one thing she knew she’d always be able to count on was Trevor himself. And knowing him, it wasn’t soon before she’d be regretting what she had just done.

Wonderland | Trevor & Amanda

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Trevor raised an eyebrow at the girl, processing what she had just told him. “Wait, so, what are you saying?” Amanda and John had been friends with benefits and at the moment that term seemed like the easiest definition to her relationship with Trevor, but there she was saying that wasn’t what she wanted with him. Trevor’s face fell slightly, he’d never admit it, but he did like Amanda enough to date her. Granted, he probably wouldn’t because his hormones would screw something up and end up hurting her, but the idea definitely crossed his mind a few times. “I like this, what we’ve been doing. I know it’s not much, and trust me I wouldn’t complain if you wanted to go all the way and shit, but if you’re saying you don’t want feelings to get involved then maybe we should stop.” Amanda’s bed suddenly felt much more comfortable, practically begging him to just lay down and deal with their situation another time, but Trevor pushed away the feeling and brought himself back to the conversation.

“Look, I just don’t want this to get messy. I mean, I know that crap happened when you did this with John and it’s not your fault, it just tends to happen with girls. But you know me, you know I’m not looking for a serious commitment any time soon.” he said with a shrug, “I’ll definitely go with it if you just want to hook up or whatever, but you’re like my best friend, it’s not worth you getting hurt over.” Trevor lowered his torso towards the bed and leaned his head on his elbow while still looking up at Amanda. “It’s your call.”

Amanda filled her cheeks with air before releasing it slowly, thinking carefully before she spoke again. “I don’t know what I want. I mean, I’m happy with whatever we’re doing, whatever we are right now.” And she was. Partially, at least. She knew he wasn’t the relationship type, and frankly, she wasn’t quite sure that she was, either. Relationships were tricky, and more often than not, they left at least one person hurt or with the power to hurt the other. They were confusing, and they required more time and patience she didn’t think she’d be able to give. Hook-ups were easier. They made sense to Amanda, but after John and now possibly Trevor, she wasn’t entirely sure about them anymore either.

She looked down at him, crossing her ankles and fingers playing with the ends of her hair as he spoke. What he said wasn’t exactly news for her, but it didn’t explain why she felt a twinge of disappointment when he reminded her that he wasn’t looking for a relationship. “But if we hook up and shit, would it just be that? Because I don’t know if I’d want it to be just hooking up.” Amanda said unsurely, “Or we could just let things fall into place by themselves and just, go along with it, wherever it takes us. I mean, who knows? Maybe I’ll wake up tomorrow and I’ll realize how liking you was a mistake cause you’re Trevor McLain and you’re yucky.” She cracked a grin.

Wonderland | Trevor & Amanda

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Amanda and Trevor. Trevor and Amanda. What even was their relationship status at this point? The two had confessed to liking one another recently, as well as exchanging a few scattered make-out sessions along the way, but what did it all add up to? The boy certainly wasn’t one for the whole loved-up boyfriend-and-girlfriend thing, that much was obvious, so where did they stand? Maybe it was better not to question it, just let it happen on it’s own, following it’s own course. These were the thoughts running through Trevor’s mind as he made his way to the redhead’s house. The suburban road was quiet, not much of a surprise considering the hour. His footsteps rung softly throughout the stillness of the night and before he knew it, Trevor found himself right outside the familiar window frame. The slightest fraction of a smile made its way to his lips when his best friend’s face popped out of the window and came in to view, “Well fuck you too, Gingerdick.” he whispered harshly up at her, trying not to draw attention from anyone else inside the house.

After climbing inside with ease, Trevor instinctively shut the glass window behind him and turned to Amanda with a smile, “Hi.” He shrugged off the fact that he could feel his pulse beating all the way in the tips of his fingers as a normalcy he had never noticed and proceeded with his intentions quickly, “This would be your cue to entertain me, babe.”

Amanda’s eyes popped open once Trevor’s hand left hers, and she looked up in confusion before she realized what he’d done. Exhaling when he stepped away, a look of shock passed through Amanda’s expression, her jaw dropping and her arms crossing over her chest. “Did you just-” She paused, “You bitch!” She exclaimed, narrowing her eyes and attempting to hide her amusement when he made his way to her bed and looked up at her. She twirled a lock of hair around her finger as she considered the boy sitting in front of her, “You’re going to fucking pay for that. I don’t know how yet, but you are, and you’re going to be sorry you ever did that.” She scrunched her nose before laughing, walking to her bed and sitting next to him.

The amusement fell from her expression at his next question, and she bit her bottom lip again as she thought it over. They were friends, and that’s how it had always been. They’d had their ups and their downs, but they’d always managed to come back to being best friends. But Amanda knew that friends didn’t have feelings for each other, and friends didn’t make out or even think about kissing the other. “We’re friends.” She answered slowly, tapping her fingers against her knee, “Right?” She turned towards Trevor uncertainly. “I mean, we’ve kissed, but we’re not really dating - well, at all, actually - and I guess, I mean, do you want to?” She trailed off, “This, whatever we’re doing, it’s fun, but I just don’t want it to turn out the way things did with John and me, because I really like you and we’re best friends. I don’t want to screw anything up.” 

Wonderland | Trevor & Amanda

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Amanda and Trevor. Trevor and Amanda. What even was their relationship status at this point? The two had confessed to liking one another recently, as well as exchanging a few scattered make-out sessions along the way, but what did it all add up to? The boy certainly wasn’t one for the whole loved-up boyfriend-and-girlfriend thing, that much was obvious, so where did they stand? Maybe it was better not to question it, just let it happen on it’s own, following it’s own course. These were the thoughts running through Trevor’s mind as he made his way to the redhead’s house. The suburban road was quiet, not much of a surprise considering the hour. His footsteps rung softly throughout the stillness of the night and before he knew it, Trevor found himself right outside the familiar window frame. The slightest fraction of a smile made its way to his lips when his best friend’s face popped out of the window and came in to view, “Well fuck you too, Gingerdick.” he whispered harshly up at her, trying not to draw attention from anyone else inside the house.

After climbing inside with ease, Trevor instinctively shut the glass window behind him and turned to Amanda with a smile, “Hi.” He shrugged off the fact that he could feel his pulse beating all the way in the tips of his fingers as a normalcy he had never noticed and proceeded with his intentions quickly, “This would be your cue to entertain me, babe.”

“Gingerdick.” She repeated with a grimace as Trevor climbed in, “It’s almost as bad as Firecrotch- which people still haven’t stopped calling me.” Amanda hadn’t thought anything of the nickname when it was first made up, but it caught on quickly, and soon enough, it seemed as if there was hardly a person who hadn’t heard the horrendous name. Sure, it was funny, but when her own dad started calling her it, well, that was when it just got plain embarrassing. Glancing to her door to make sure the closing of the window hadn’t alerted her parents, she turned to Trevor. “Hi,” She repeated with a grin.

She tilted her head, “Entertain you?” She questioned, raising her brows. “I dunno, you already said ‘no’ to me singing,” She shrugged, crossing her arms, “Sorry, babe.” Bringing her bottom lip between her teeth, she paused, “But you did come all the way over here, so maybe I could think of something.” Stepping closer to her best friend, she placed a hand at the back of her neck and leaned in to press her lips against his quickly, and the familiar feeling of nerves and excitement bubbled in Amanda as she stepped back from Trevor. 

Wonderland | Trevor & Amanda

‘I just want to see you.’  The words repeated in Amanda’s mind, and a smile stretched across her face before she could stop it. A shiver went down her spine, whether it be because the chill of the night or because the text, she didn’t know. Trevor had always been one of her best friends, but when he kissed her on New Year’s, confusion and uncertainty had clouded her mind. Best friends weren’t supposed to kiss best friends, and they most certainly weren’t supposed to enjoy it. It took another kiss before she recognized her feelings as a crush, and by then, she was already in too deep to do anything but thank her lucky stars for his cluelessness. But it turned out that he liked her too, and the thought still made her heart skip a beat and her cheeks color.

Realizing that he’d be coming any second, Amanda hopped off her bed, walking across the room to shrug on a sweater before pushing open her window to wait for the boy to arrive. Trevor sneaking over at night wasn’t anything new to her, but the impatient tap in her foot and slight fluttering in her stomach was. The smile returned to her lips at the sound of footsteps and she looked out the window, holding the edge as she leaned out, “Ew, it’s Trevy.”

Above the Noise // Trevor & Amanda

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Putting his acting abilities to the test, Trevor answered Amanda as seriously as he could, “Well, obviously, that was the whole point of this trip. Rules are meant to be broken.” his emotional mask didn’t last long and soon enough Trevor was laughing at his own words. “Jesus fuck, that made me sound like such a little bitch.” He grinned at the redhead sitting in the trunk in front of him before joining her, “But on a rebellious road trip like this? It had to be said.” He took a swig of his beer, his eyes slowly taking in every bit and detail of the scene before him. Every lit up house window, every crowded street, the way the dark night sky kissed the ground in a collaboration not far from perfection. The ends of his lips curved slightly upwards as he looked out onto it all, suddenly feeling the true spontaneity of the day’s events. That realization was the spark to his next slightly risque, but highly cliche idea. “Hang on, I’ve got an idea.” Trevor placed his empty beer bottle aside, taking and opening a new one, he then took out his smart phone and opened his internet. His parents would destroy him for using his data like this, streaming videos sucked up 300MB like it was nothing, but he figured it was worth it. A few moments passed and finally, he found himself on the website for the news station he had witnessed broadcast the Times Square ball drop at AJ’s house and all the new year’s he had remembered prior to that. As expected, there was a link to watch the event live and Trevor immediately smiled, turning the phone to Amanda, “Haha! Am I the best, or am I the best?” He pressed the link, holding the phone between the two, and the first thing he noticed was the countdown in the lower right corner. 2 minutes left. He wasn’t exactly sure why, but his heart started beating faster, the seconds flying by. Breathe in. Breathe out. Another swig of beer. Swallow. The anticipation mixed well with the stillness of their location. 50 seconds. Trevor stole a sideways glance at the girl sitting beside him and smiled, genuinely, something Amanda never failed to do to him. It didn’t take long for the build up to turn in to excitement and just as the 10 second mark rolled around, Trevor made that clear. “Ten! Nine! Eight! Seven!” His shouts pierced through the peaceful landscape, “Six! Five! Four! Three! Two!” He turned to look over the town lights again, his voice getting louder as he proceeded. “One!” Trevor looked back at Amanda, the smile still plastered on his face as he placed his beer bottle down and guided his hands to the back of her neck and against her hip quickly, “Here’s to breaking the rules.” He smirked, leaning in and placing his lips against hers in a passionate kiss.

“Oh, don’t worry.” Amanda grinned, “You always sound like a little bitch.” Scooting closer when he joined her at the back of the trunk, she downed the rest of the beer quickly and put the empty bottle to her side. It was quiet then, and she peeked towards Trevor, watching as his eyes drunk in the view expanding out in front of them. She gave a start when he spoke, looking down to hide the slight reddening in her cheeks at being caught. “Are you…” Her voice trailed off curiously as they waited for the bright, little screen, “Now this is what I call a New Year’s Eve party.” She grinned, watching the countdown tick down the final minutes of 2012. The pair fell silent again as the clock counted down, the air turning tense and filling with anticipation. Of what, Amanda had no clue, her eyes fixed on the phone. Usually, the countdown (save for the last ten seconds, obviously) wasn’t something she’d be focused on - the room usually too loud to even hear the TV, but this year had already proved itself to be different than the rest. Laughing when Trevor began the chant down to the new year, she joined in his shouts. “Ten! Nine! Eight!” She began, their screams reverberating around them into the still night as if they were the only ones left in the universe. Seven, six, five, four. Her heart raced faster, and the seconds seemed to drag on for forever. Three, two, one. She let out a whoop when the ball in Time’s Square fell, looking up from the screen to Trevor with an excited smile stretching across her face. That was when she felt his hand at her waist and one at her neck, and her heart sped until she could hardly believe that it was still beating. “Trevor-” She managed to say before he leaned in and his lips met hers. 

Shock. That was the first thing she felt, her body stiffening when he kissed her. And then, before she knew what she was doing, she was kissing him back, her fingers curling in his hair. Friends don’t kiss friends. It was a common fact - something that they’d been taught ever since the phase of cooties faded. Maybe it was the beer, or maybe something else, but her thoughts jumbled until the thought faded and the only thing she could think about was Trevor’s lips against hers and the warmth spreading through her body. 

Above the Noise // Trevor & Amanda

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Lalala fast forwarding time hey let’s get back in the car and drive around ooh look a diner it’s cute okay they go inside making this whole scene (at least they think bursting through the doors loudly and shizz is a big scene but really it just caught a few people’s attention). He puts Don’t Stop Believing on the jukebox really loudly and some people in the restaurant start singing along with him amanda’s laughing and everyone’s like wtf trevor at first but then she even joins him. He buys them a slice of cheesecake just to make up for barging in on the diner and then they leave again, back to the car. Lalala they go back on the highway to drive some more, midnight’s getting closer. The car’s not that eventful, some teasing and tons of laughing and stuff, then let’s say Trevor swerves by accident or something and almost kills them lol okay that’s an exaggeration but y’know what i mean. Okay they see a sign for like a town with a cool name, like, Ekalaka or something haha so they decide to check it out because that’s a funny name for a town. Turns out it’s like abandoned or something? Okay and then they go and they’re in the car driving around it and Trevor’s all “holy shit this is so cool what the hell was that amanda are you scared yet are you are you are you?” and she’s all “trevor pls shutup” but on the inside we know she’s like “asdkljfal he’s strong enough to protect us both right?” okay so eventually they’re like this is enough let’s go AND THEN SOMETHING STARTS MAKING A LOT OF NOISE AND RUNS PAST THEIR CAR and they get really scared and book it, even though it’s really just a deer. Okay so then once they calm down they go back on the highway and kill time with the car games and then there’s like 20 minutes to midnight but trevor INSISTS that they keep driving until they find the PERFECT spot for the countdown.

“There!” Trevor nearly jumped out of the driver seat, almost causing another accident, all because he had finally found the perfect place to stop for the signature New Year’s Eve countdown. He slowed the car and pulled over in to a bend on the shoulder of the deserted highway. Everyone was out partying or in the comfort of their homes, millions of eyes plastered on the bright lights emitting live footage of Times Square during this annual festivity. It was out of the ordinary to see a usually busy highway so slow on traffic, only sporting a light sprinkle of maybe 7 cars in the span of a minute or so. Nevertheless, Trevor smiled and parked the car, trunk facing the railing. “Leggo!” He unbuckled his seat-belt and hopped out, opening the back door after shutting his own. Trevor silently thanked his parents for forcing him to take their car because this way he and Amanda could easily put the back seats down and use the blankets to sit inside and look out at the city before them, drive-in movie theater style. “I put the seats down so just roll the blanket out and I’ll get the beer and shit.” He did just that, grabbing the champagne along as well and bringing them back out to Amanda. The view was as good as it could get, an expanse overview of an unknown town, lights coexisting with the darkness in a delicate balance. It would be perfect to spot all the fireworks released nearby. “I seriously chose the best place to stop, you can’t even deny it.” Trevor pulled out his portable Swiss Army knife and opened two beers before handing one over to Amanda and taking a seat in the back of the car. “And we’ve got,” he took a quick glance at his wristwatch, “10 minutes to spare!” He smiled proudly at the redhead, enjoying the company.

“Finally.” Amanda huffed, clutching her seat when Trevor jumped, the car jerking slightly. It’d been a few hours since they’d left Lakeview, and she could barely remember the last time she’d had so much fun. She shouldn’t have been surprised- after all, this had initially been Trevor’s idea, and things were hardly ever dull with him. She climbed out of the car, carrying the neatly folded blanket out and spread it out in the trunk. With the car lights off, the highway they’d stopped on was devoid of the usual lights rushing past it. Instead, the silvery glint from the moon lit up the road, stars twinkling happily above them. Sitting with her ankles crossed at the edge of the back of the car, Amanda looked down at the glittering city before turning towards Trevor and accepting the bottle. “It’s…” She paused, pretending to think as she brought the beer to her mouth, “decent. I guess.” She laughed. “Ten minutes until twenty thirteen, ooh. And for the first time, I think I’ll actually be sober when it hits 12. Sober-ish, at least.” She crinkled her nose. “Damn, Trevy. We’re breaking all the rules today, aren’t we? Running away from Lakeview, skipping a New Year’s Party, not being drunk at midnight.”And if she were to be honest, she didn’t mind at all. What were traditions if not meant to be broken? There was no fun in repetition- especially if the product of repetition was being shitfaced at a stranger’s house, most likely in a bedroom somewhere with no chance of remembering anything the next morning.

Above the Noise // Trevor & Amanda

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Just as Trevor was about to take his ice cream cone, Amanda’s hand intercepted and snatched the mint chocolate chip, wiping the smug look right off of Trevor’s face. “Nuh-uh, no! You sneaky little shit!” His jaw hung slightly in shock, why didn’t he think she’d do something of the sorts? Trevor turned back to the cashier and exchanged the other ice cream cone for the money needed to pay for both before heading towards the door again. Shaking his head at the ginger, Trevor walked out of the ice cream shop and back in to the mysterious town’s night air. He glared at Amanda, “I can’t believe you did that, what the fuck am I supposed to do with this now?” He stared at the ice cream he was holding for a few moments before sticking his tongue out and reluctantly tasting the so called ‘dessert’. At first, it was fine, the sweet taste of the maple syrup hitting his taste buds instantly. Trevor’s nose wrinkled in disgust when he tasted the second main aspect of the ice cream flavor. “Jesus Christ, do people actually eat this willingly?” They continued walking down the street, admiring the hustle of the center. Trevor shot Amanda an innocent smile, “I wouldn’t want you to go about not tasting this deliciousness, now would I, love?” With his finger, he scooped some of the ice cream out of his cone and brought it up to Amanda’s face as if he was offering it to her. But before she could swat his hand away or protest, Trevor smeared the reasonable amount of maple bacon ice cream on her lips as he laughed loudly. “What goes around comes around, babe.” He managed to say between his laughter.

“Better luck next time, babe.” Amanda teased, “Maybe you could eat it?” She suggested as they exited the store, a ring of satisfication in her voice as she licked her own ice cream. The cold hit them immediately and she shivered, her grip tightening on the icy cone. Her eyes widened when he took her suggestion, the tip of his tongue poking out to taste the ice cream. She watched Trevor’s reaction curiously, biting down on her bottom lip to keep from bursting out into laughter. “You did.” She sniggered, “The guy who came up with maple bacon ice cream probably gets all his money from idiots like you who try to trick their fantastic ginger friends into taking it- but alas, the ginger always wins.”

They continued walking through the foreign town, the night growing colder as it progressed. Amanda didn’t mind- not really. It was New Year’s Eve, she was with her best friend, and everything seemed too perfect for anything to bother her and bring her mood down. Not for long though, it seemed. Amanda grew wary at Trevor’s sudden smile, recognizing the smile to be a sign that she’d be getting payback for her trick in the store soon. “Aw, how sweet. It’s okay, though. Somehow, I think I’ll be able to live without it.” She answered quickly, backing away as he brought his ice cream coated finger toward her. Before she could realize what he was doing, he smeared the cold dessert onto her lips. She let out a quick squeal of surprise, her lips falling open instinctively to catch the ice cream before it melted down her chin onto her jacket, and the odd sweet, yet salty, taste filled her mouth before she could clamp her mouth shut again. Amanda swept her hand across her lips, the dessert stingingly cold on the back of her hand. “Who the fuck would ever eat that?” She complained, her nose wrinkling in disgust. “And Trevor Mc-fucking-Lain, I’m going to kill you.”