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"Thank you, Max. I had a really nice time," you opened the car door and looked back at your date.
"Me too. I hope we can do this again. Have a nice night," Max smiled at you, brushing his floppy blond hair out of his eyes.
"I would like that," you blushed before getting out of the car and shutting the door, waving as you walked up to your door. As soon as you entered the house your mom bombarded you but not asking how the date was, just saying one singular phrase. "Trevor is in your room," she said quietly, looking to the stairs then back at you.
You slowly walked up and went into your room, seeing Trevor standing by the window and looking out before turning to face you. "Why didn't you tell me?"
"Tell you what?" you asked, completely confused. The two of you hadn't spoken properly in months; the lead up to the draft taking all his attention and time.
"That you had a date," he watched you, eyes hurt.
"Trev, we're just friends. I didn't think I had to tell you."
"We're not just friends and you fucking know it. You've been my best friend for my whole life. I thought we would tell each other about stuff like this," he started out harshly before softening, emotion pouring out of him.
"Well it hasn't felt like we're best friends for a long time," you countered.
"What do you mean?" it was his turn to be confused.
"I know that hockey is your life but you've been so wrapped up in it these last few months that we hardly ever speak. I mean even when you have free time now you just spend all of it hanging out with Jack and the guys. I just felt really rejected by you."
Trevor's eyes widened at this. "I'm sorry (y/n). I had no idea you felt like that."
"Of course I feel like this. We were inseparable for so long and then you suddenly moved on," you wiped at your eyes.
"God I'm so sorry, you deserved better than for me to do that. I'll never do it again, I promise," he rushed over to you, pulling you into a hug. "But, uh, there was another reason for why I was distancing myself."
"What?" you whispered.
"I really like you. As in I like like you and I have for the longest time. But I didn't know how to tell you and I'm not sure you feel the same way so distancing myself felt easier but hearing that you're on a date with a guy that's not me really hurt and I knew that I just had to tell you. I'm sorry, (y/n)," he burst out and you pulled away slightly.
"What?" you blushed. You couldn't believe what you were hearing. He actually liked you after all these years you spent pining after him.
"I'm in love with you and I would, uh, I would like to take you out on a date."
"Trev, I really do like you, I have forever. But I also really like Max and he can actually spend time with me. We both know that once the draft happens you'll be busy all summer and we don't know where you're going and I don't really like the idea of a long distance relationship and I-"
"Do you love him?" Trevor asked softly.
"Well no," you paused, "but I could if I had enough time to get to know him."
"Do you love me?"
You were silent.
"(y/n), do you love me because I know I love you?" he asked again.
"Yes, I love you," you said quietly.
"Then choose me."
"Okay."
"I - wait what?" Trevor's hands moved up to grip your shoulders and he stared into your eyes.
"I'm choosing you, Trevor," you smiled up at him and his blue eyes lit up.
"Well thank god because I really didn't want to start singing the song I wrote for you," he joked.
"You wrote me a song?"
"Yeah, babe. This love business is very serious. I was prepared to go all out for you," he moved a hand to your chin, tilting your head upwards.
"Well," you breathed, "if you're ready to go all out, are you going to kiss me?"
"I was just getting to that," he leaned down.
His lips brushed against yours, capturing your lips in a soft, sweet kiss. He pulled away slowly and you both opened your eyes, gazing at each other.
"Wow," Trevor exhaled and you giggled slightly. Then wrapping his arms back around your waist, he hugged you again, resting his head on top of yours.
"How am I going to tell Max?" you murmured.
"I have no clue."
"You have dreadful timing, Trev."
"Better late than never," he kissed the top of your head.
"Yeah, better late than never," you mirrored him, nuzzling your head in his neck.
