I Should Tell You
A/N: Logged on in the first time in forever and finished a draft.
Pairing: Trevor Collins x Reader
Description: I’m looking for baggage that goes with mine...I should tell you (I really don’t know how to put an actual description to this besides the two song lyrics)
Inspired by I Should Tell You from Rent
You stormed out of the restaurant and wrapped your coat around you.
“(Y/N), wait!” You kept walking as someone jogged up to you. “(Y/N), just-”
“Just what, Trevor?” you asked as you stopped in your tracks. “Did I do something wrong?”
“What do you mean?” You scoffed and continued you walk to God-knows-where. “(Y/N), what are you talking about?” he inquired as he caught up to you.
“Oh, you know, just the fact that you invited me to a company party only to ignore me all night long,” you argued. “Look, I get it if you’re not ready for a serious relationship, but that’s a pretty shitty thing to do to someone.” He grabbed your wrist and turned you around. “What?”
“I know,” he sighed. “I know what I did was shitty, and it’s no excuse. All tonight I’ve been trying. I swear. It’s just that...I’ve got a lot of baggage.”
“So does everyone else!” You took a deep breath. “Including me,” you added on. His eyes softened as he loosened his grip on you. Your gaze switched from him to the ground. “Life’s too short to waste any moment on dwelling on it.”
“Well, what’s your baggage?” he questioned.
“Why? It’s not like you care anyways,” you snorted.
He raised an eyebrow at you. “But what if I do?”
You shrugged. “I don’t know, maybe then I would tell you that I have shit luck when it comes to love.”
His hand slid down from your wrist to your hand, and he intertwined your fingers. He took a step closer. “What else?” You ran a hand through your hair and shook your head. “(Y/N), what do you mean by that?” he asked. “Because so far, you sound like every other 20-something-year-old.” You rolled your eyes at his statement. “Look, I’m not perfect, but at least I’m trying.”
“Are you really though? Because from what I’ve seen, you left me to fend for myself,” you told him. “You can’t expect me to tell you my fucked up life in exchange for you to feel better about yourself.” You pulled your hand away. “That’s not how this works.”
“Then what do you want me to do?”
“I don’t know!” you screamed. He flinched and took a step back. “I’m just looking for baggage that goes with mine, okay?”
“(Y/N), I-”
“Save it,” you interrupted. “It’s clear that you’re not willing to share.” You turned around and started to walk.
“Wait,” he called out. “I should tell you that I’m a disaster.” You stopped in your tracks. “I have a whole story that I’ve never told anyone.
You sighed and turned around. “You have one minute.” He grabbed your hand and took you to a nearby bench.
After a few moments of silence, he finally spoke. “It’s been a while since I’ve had to go over my story,” he admitted. “I forget how to begin it.”
“You have thirty seconds left, and I have yet to be in it,” you attempted to joke in order to help him feel a bit more comfortable. “If it makes you feel any better, that night when our apartment complex had a power outage, I blew the candle out just so I could get back in.“
He chuckled. “Well up until your candle burned my skin, I had forgotten how to smile.” You cracked a small smile. “If I’m being completely honest, I’m still trying to get to a place where I can trust someone,” he said.
“And if it’s anything to you, I’m still learning to trust people too,” you confessed. “What made you stop trusting people?”
“Just...my last girlfriend cheated on me,” he told you. “What about you?
“Every single person I’ve met essentially used me to either get to someone else or just for a good fuck.” He took your hand in his and squeezed it tight. “It’s sorta hard believing someone actually wants something real with you when everything before that has been so shitty.”
He took a deep breath. “(Y/N), I want you to know I’d never use you like that.”
“Trevor,” you sighed.
“I mean it,” he reiterated. “I would never hurt you.
The two of you sat in silence for a few minutes. You find yourself looking out onto the street in front of you.
Soon enough, you both turned toward each other and said, “I should tell you-”
You bit your lip as he motioned toward you. “You first,” he said.
“It’s just, I like where this is going,” you breathed out, “but I’m afraid to fall.”
“Even if you know I’ll be there to catch you?”
You shook your head. “You’re missing the point. I’m afraid because I don’t know if you’ll be there to catch me,” you told him. “I just...Trevor-”
“(Y/N),” he interjected. “I won’t let you crash and hit the ground. We’ll never know where this goes unless we try though.”
You cocked your head to the side. “What are you saying?”
“I’m saying, let’s give this a real shot.”
