"Please Please Please" A jatp one shot.
"Please." Hot tears fell from Trevor eyes, feeling like acid on his skin. His face hurt from how hard he was scrunching his eyes. As if if he closed them long enough, they would go away.
"Please!" His voice raised, startling the figure that stood in front of him. He wanted to laugh. How were they scared when they were just taunting him not mere minutes ago.
Trevor's hands gripped the rug bellow. He was on his hands and knees with his head turned down, his hair curtaining his face. Never allowing them to see his eyes that burned with unshed tears.
How dare they, he thought to himself. How dare they stare at him with concerned filled eyes when they're the ones who made him like this.
"Please, please, please don't prove I'm right!" Trevor slammed his fist into the ground with a loud 'THUNK'.
The trio moved back cautiously despite their faces, saying that they wanted to step closer and comfort the boy man in front of them. That all too familiar looks on their face made Trevor feel nauseous.
He couldn't take this anymore.
"Please, please, please don't bring me to tears when I just did my makeup so nice." He choked out. He couldn't help but want to laugh at how ridiculous that sounded. The pencil liner he had used around his eyes began to smudge and dissappear as his tears dissolved it, ruining his work.
The work he worked so hard on for the past twenty-five years. It didn't matter anymore. Though, Trevor never felt like it did in the first place.
Author's note: I'm not the best writer, but I've had this idea stuck in my head for the past... five minutes, so here we are.
I love Bobby, and I love Trevor, too. And I know that there isn't a whole lot of Trevor/Bobby fics out there, so I shall give you one more (this is more for me than anyone).
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