One More Time (Bremmy 1)

Chapterish 79

APRIL 22nd

Earth Day

"It's been like a month," Trevor says, nodding.

"Really? Wasn't counting." I shrug.

"Shocked." Trevor's looking at me, arms crossed. He's just asked the age-old cringe worthy Q. What are we?

Ladies, I shit you not. Here's a 26-year-old boy asking me to V clearly define our relationship parameters. Why yes, I know what you're thinking and hell has frozen over. Oh, Trevor. Adorable Trevor in his preppy-esque clothing, with his baby face and all around normalcy.

Is it me? Maybe it's me. Maybe I have the words define us, please written across my forehead. I must.

"Sorry," I smile. "I didn't know you were keeping count either." I say, trying to keep the peace.

"It's just, I mean. We don't see each other for two months, don't even know each other really and then we run into each other on Halloween."

"Yes, I was there," I laugh.

"Then we don't talk for almost five months. Still hardly know each other and we happen to be in the same bar on Saint Patrick's Day."

"With you so far." I nod.

"And neither of us are even Irish!" Trevor grabs my shoulders.

Oh no. Don't tell me he thinks we're soul mates.

"Trev, I get it. It's been..." What? What's it been, Em? Fate? It's what the old me would have believed, but she's unreliable now. Can't exactly confess this to Trevor.

"It's been great." He finishes my thought for me. Great.

"It really has."

"Look, relax," he says. "I'm not trying to wife you up. Hate to break it to you."

"Thanks for the warning." I roll my eyes.

"I'm fine with whatever you want to do. I just want to be on the same page with this. Whatever this is."

"Same page is good." I say.

Wow, what is this? Is this what a breath of fresh air feels like to my collapsing lungs? A mature adult conversation to make sure we're all on the same page.

GTFO.

"So what page is it?" He asks me again, waiting for me to confirm. Man, he's pretty damn cute.

"An easy one?"

"Easy?" He repeats.

"Simple. Light. Readers aged 9-12?" I grin.

"Aged 9-12? So that's like almost PG-13?" Trevor jokes.

"Oops." We laugh.

"What's the next holiday? Maybe we should plan to accidentally run into each other." Trevor says.

"Funny you should ask. It just so happens I know that today is Earth Day," I say, laughing.

"Earth Day? Well that's got to count as a double holiday, right?" He asks.

"You read my mind."

I can't exactly pinpoint why I feel guilty. Trevor is a big boy –an adult –capable of making his own terrible decisions. Me. I'm that decision.

I mean really, he must know I'm a train wreck. But he doesn't care. I don't care. With Trevor around I can heal. Well, I can coerce myself into temporarily suspending my disbelief long enough to think I can heal.