trevor-mcsteamy:

Okay.

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trevor-mcsteamy:

Be my girlfriend.

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Okay.

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trevor-mcsteamy:

Oh, and, Amanda?

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Yeah?

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trevor-mcsteamy:

I’m going to kiss you, now.

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Okay.

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trevor-mcsteamy:

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trevor-mcsteamy:

Good, ‘cause hair this nice would not survive a place like rehab.

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But really though, you’re serious? Like, no joke?

I don’t know, John’s hair did fine.

Yeah, I am.



trevor-mcsteamy:

Wait, did you- you don’t, you don’t want me to be like John?

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Not really, no. 

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trevor-mcsteamy:

Forget it, nevermind. It’s prom, let’s just have fun.

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I- I care about you too. I always have cause you’re my best friend and shit, but it’s different now somehow. I like you a lot, and I don’t want you to be like John either - I mean, you’re not, and you’re never going to be. I know I said I was fine with whatever we’re doing, but sometimes I’m not sure and…

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I- yeah, forget it. 



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trevor-mcsteamy:

God, you’re gonna fuckin’ laugh at me I can see it already. I just wanted to, I mean well, you remember the day I asked you to come here with me right? Before I did it, I was holding that stuffed animal that was on your bed and -don’t laugh- I kind of realized something. I pictured a younger version of you taking care of it and carrying it around everywhere and just the thought made me smile. Anyways, maybe it was something small, and maybe it makes me sound like a pussy, but the thing I ended up realizing was, I guess, how much I care about you. And really, I just wanted to know, what happens if I…don’t want to be like John?

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I- what are you saying?

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