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|Chapter 1: Trevor|
The blue flicker
of lightning on the horizon lit the night, the air thick and
humid, unrelieved by the offshore thunderstorm. Trevor, in his
accustomed place at the end of the breakwater, sat watching. It
was his favorite place, one where he could be alone with both
his thoughts and the moody sea, each of which so often mirrored
Lisa clicked off
the light and sat looking at the dark sea for a few moments,
before replying, “Because I figured you’d be here, moping and
feeling miserable, and surprise, surprise, here you are, mister
gloomy, all alone in the dark. Trev, you
do this to yourself every year and have for as long as I’ve
“Nine years,” Trevor interrupted.
Ignoring the correction, Lisa pressed on. “So why, every year, do you put yourself through this downer phase of yours? Look, I know what it’s like to lose a parent. I lost my Mom when I was eleven. God... if I had any sense, I’d avoid you like the plague for the entire month of May.”
They’d had this conversation before, so often that Trevor could
recite it by heart. He was irritated by Lisa's intrusion but she
was his best friend, a position that gave her certain
prerogatives, including trespass where no others would be
tolerated. The flip side of that particular coin was that Trevor
could say things that, coming from others, were certain to
provoke Lisa’s unbridled fury. Nodding solemnly, Trevor said,
“Yeah, but your mother didn't die. She just skedaddled.”
“Spoilsport,” Lisa said, and then added in a defeated tone, “I guess I’ll be nice. You're no fun, you know that, right?”
“You sure tell me that often enough,” Trevor said, with his first laugh of the day. He looked at Lisa, seeing her silhouette in the dark. Lisa was attractive but she had a cold and distant side that few could penetrate. Trevor was one of those few. He knew that her forceful personality was an act: a carefully constructed shell. Trevor reached out and brushed a tear that he could not see from Lisa’s cheek. “Don’t let it get to you, Lisa.”
“You know me too well. It’s... damn it, Joel just doesn’t seem interested in me anymore. He’s nice and all, hot and a real sweetheart, but... I think I’ve messed it up and it hurts, Trev.”
Trevor put his arm across Lisa’s shoulders, giving her a reassuring hug. “I know you don’t like talking about it, but I know you; you close up and keep people out. Maybe you’ve been keeping Joel out too?”
Lisa sighed. “Maybe. Damn it Trev, why did you have to be gay? Nobody knows me like you do.”
Trevor gave Lisa another hug. “Just give him a chance before you push him away, okay?”
Lisa looked at Trevor and snorted. “You give great advice, which is weird considering the fact that your own nonexistent love life is a disaster of epic proportions. When was the last time you went out on a date, Trev?”
‘Damn, why did she have to bring that up again?’ Trevor thought, and then replied, “Just a couple of months ago... I went out with Braden.”
Lisa grunted derisively. “Him... He’s a year younger than you are and he’s kinda strange. You said so yourself, when you told me you weren’t going out with him again. Besides, that date entailed what? You went to McDonald’s for burgers and then jogging along the beach, right? Did you guys touch at all, even a handshake?”
Trevor slowly shook his head. “No, but it was a date.”
“When I say ‘date’, I mean more than that. A kiss at least, getting laid even better. Have you been with anyone at all since you and Pete broke up? It’s been six months Trev,” Lisa said, her voice lowering a little.
Trevor shrugged. “Pete and I broke up by mutual agreement; it’s not like I need to get over him or anything. It’s just too complicated for me right now so I really don’t want a boyfriend to go sneaking around with.”
“Trev, complicated should be your middle name,” Lisa said, and then they both fell silent, watching as nature’s own light show flickered on the horizon, and listening to the distant, muted rumbles of thunder.
© 2009 C James
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