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there was one, two, three ── then gone, and she had offered them all a smile and a quiet ‘hi’ but they seemed upset that trev had skipped out on dinner to come get her. “tell me i’m not getting you into too much trouble,” she bit back quietly, elbow nudging into his side as she laughed, the smell of home cooking filling the aroma of the room. “thanksgiving must be a big holiday for you,” she pointed out, eyes flashing over to the details of the wall, a few pictures, and around the room, wanting to soak up any intimate detail of his housing as she could ── she liked that part of people’s homes: the vulnerability. she could see out the glass door to the pool, familiar from the evening of the party, grinning. “are you guys the type of people that don’t actually use your pool?” she could feel herself growing more tired, the weight of alcohol heavying her body as the night grew later and the drunk wore off slowly. “haven’t used my pool for a while now. and i don’t think my parents have even dipped a toe in it. pretty sure my mother has only even been outside to see it when she was ordering around the construction workers who built it with her elaborate design ideas,” she muttered, teetering off with a robust laugh as her fingers combed through her blonde hair.

“They’re not my mom,” Trev returned by Suede’s side, though his voice and inability to whisper allowed his voice to carry in the directions that his roommates had scattered. “They can’t ground me for being bad or anything.” The idea of Lee with her hands on her hips, scolding him for being rude brought a smile to his face, however. He forked some vegetables onto his plate, nodding. “I mean, at my mom’s place it’s a big deal. It’s one of the few times we’re all together for more than a few hours. She takes the time off, makes it a whole thing— even Andy makes sure to come and be on her best behaviour.” Green eyes followed Suede’s line of vision and for a moment he wondered if she thought that this was his house, mistaking all the pictures of a skinny baby Kas for himself. “Nah. We love the pool, but this isn’t anything nearly as nice as our place in LA.” He shovelled more food onto his plate before gesturing towards the doors, “Come on, if you want we can eat out here. Get some use out of the damn thing before winter hits and we all go scurrying back to warmer waters.” Trev grabbed a spring roll and tucked a bottle of water into his elbow. “I think we’ve got pool floaties, if that’s your speed.”

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her dismay at the sudden phone in her hand lasted momentarily before she was focusing, steadying her fingers to send out a ‘be back home soon’ text off to kas, who seemed to be frustrated and confused as to where trev had wandered off to. “i hope he’s not annoyed,” she felt like she had to compensate some way for now interrupting what seemed like had been a night spent together, but she laughed at the imagery of his roommate popping a blood vessel. it wasn’t long until they were pulling up in his driveway alongside a few other nice cars, the gleam of them catching suede’s eye ── even she could fall victim to admiring and acknowledging when someone drove a hot car. she unbuckled herself and ducked her head under the door before stepping out, latching a hand onto his arm to steady herself, more sober than before, just cautious, giggling. “hopefully bringing home ladies this late isn’t something your roommates are used to you doing, trevor hanson,” she scolded playfully, before heading towards the front entrance of his house.

“He’s probably mad that there’s no one to see him in his ‘kiss the cook’ apron,” Trev snickered, killing the engine. He plucked up his things, (the jacket, his phone, the bottle of water) and slid around to help prop Suede up. She was doing well, but it was nice anyways to have her grip to his side, laughing as they made their way around the manicured front garden to get to the door. A press of his thumb on the key fob had the doors to the AMG beeping to lock, and he fumbled to get the key for the vacation house. Knocking would summon either Beatrice or an angry Kas, both of whom were demons he didn’t feel like facing just at this moment. Instead, he unlocked the door and ushered Suede indoors, tutting at her words. “Nah, that’s more up Ari’s alley.” There was activity in the dining room— likely a result of the massive order of food Kas had gotten for the gang, and he steered the blonde in that direction. “Smells like springrolls,” he noted, “Always a good sign.” For the sake of the other inhabitants, Trev lifted his voice, calling out, “Honeys, I’m home!”

The table was laden with goods and he could see the back of Ari’s shirt as he disappeared in the direction of his bedroom with a plate filled, and Lee seemed to have a similar idea, lifting a brow at Trev’s guest before saying an easy hello, then she too, scuttled off with her dinner. It was Kas that remained, hands on hip like a terse housewife. “Everything’s getting cold.” Trev grabbed two plates, passing one to Suede before loading up on bourbon chicken. “Hit some traffic,” he lied, waiting not a half moment to tease. “Sweetie, you didn’t have to wait up.”

The huff and the annoyed, “I’m going to bed,” was his response and with the dining room cleared out, Trev looked over at Suede. A laugh left him for her sake, but he knew that he’d have to make up missing Fortnite night another day, “We take dinner time very seriously.”

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the promise of going back to anywhere but her own house was enticing, particularly the idea of going back to trev’s ── she knew he had roommates and lived with his friends but had never actually been to his before. “water and food sounds good,” she agreed, eyes flickering down to their hands that laid interlaced once more between them, thankful for how consistently responsible trevor was when it came to her, she found it refreshingly endearing. “pancakes?” her interest piqued, fixing and flattening the hem of her blue mini dress to protect her modesty. her smile grew at the corners, award winning, like a child that found out their mom had bailed them out of school for the day to go to disneyland, nodding. “i must say i’m feeling so lucky i should even ask you to stop to buy lottery tickets on the way home, hanson.”

He eased the car into drive, pulling them out of the parking spot and back onto the road. Trev’s hand left the steering wheel for a moment and the back of his palm swiped away any evidence of Suede’s gloss left on his mouth. “In that case, I’m sure that Kas’ll have plenty for us.” In fact, the screen on his car’s display was a flurry of texts from his roommate and best friend— asking where he was, and then as the messages grew more irritated, telling him that he was a bad person for leaving them hanging. “Can you text him back and tell him we’re on the way?” Trev handed Suede his phone, grinning. “We better hurry, he’ll blow a blood vessel or something if we don’t.” He stepped on the gas and the car answered hungrily, the engine ripping throatily as they made their way down the street. “Any other time, and I’d of gladly stopped to get you scratch cards.” It only took a few minutes and the Merc pulled easily into its spot between the other flashy vehicles in the Ottenheimer’s driveway. Trev killed the engine before bounding out to grab Suede’s door, “Alright, ladies first.”

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you’re drunk, i don’t want you to do anything you’ll regret. he was respectful as always, suede knew ── she should’ve always known that he would interpret a situation like this as something entirely different and would want to get her home safely. “i’m not that drunk,” she insisted, but she knew that she was drunk enough to not be able to walk a proper straight line if any police officer were to ask her to. “i just don’t want to go home, trev,” her voice sounded off, gentler, quieter, before her nimble fingers reached out to grab onto his hand, lacing her own fingers with his again. the air amongst them had shifted so many times this evening that it was hard for her to return them back to the playful state it was before she had kissed him or before he had mentioned anything about getting her home. “the only thing i regret is not getting pancakes to go from that diner,” she broke the silence, a jab at his chest to lighten the mood, squeezing his hand, gazing over at him in the driver’s seat with a hopeful, teasing smile, accommodated by a cheeky poke out of her tongue at him ── feeling like old times. 

He lifted a brow at her insistence, knowing that the display she’d made simply walking around the car was enough to disprove the statement alone. Trev looked over at Suede, at her lip tugged out in what was almost a pout— theatrical, adorable. Dark hair shook and he sighed, recognizing her tone entirely. It wasn’t a place that he’d want to go either, and he nodded, squeezing her fingers as they slid comfortably in the gaps between his. Her mother was a nightmare; anyone could see that, a woman who walked the tight rope of neuroticism as though it was a garden path, and her father was just as bad or worse. “I can take you back to ours,” he offered, (it was a dangerous thing to say, especially how things had progressed this evening, but the boys and Lee would be there.) “Kas was ordering dinner, we can get some water and some food in you.” He grinned, “Maybe I’ll make pancakes, are ya feeling lucky?”

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his hand pushed back a golden lock that spilled from behind her ear away from her visage, well enough so that she could properly look at him and notice how his face had fallen. “home?” she repeated, dreading the thought of returning to the gated mansion where she felt restricted and unlike herself. perhaps she had come off too strong, swinging over the console and climbing onto him like that, trying to ignore the sweltering low pound of her heart from just an exchanged kiss. or maybe it was something else, but the blonde couldn’t wrap her mind around it, not in her current state. she released the breath she hadn’t noticed she’d been holding before shaking her head. “i’m.. trev,” her voice began, looking over his eyes, searching his baby blues for any sign that what she had done had been too much, “was that.. too much?” she had never been too much of an anxious girl, but something about the way his words deflected her so casually left her rethinking her previous actions, suddenly conscious of them. “i should..” she gestured towards the door, pushing it open before struggling momentarily as she got off him, allowing herself to adjust to the sudden weight on her feet so that she didn’t double over from the vodka. it took a moment before she had closed his door and sighed, walking around guiltily towards the passenger seat before sliding back down into her original spot. 

“Wherever you wanna go,” he corrected, catching the expression on her face. He knew what her house was like for her, it wasn’t a home— it was a prison with a beautiful gate. Growing up, Trev had never felt that way about the places that they had lived, his mother did her best to be not only a friend— but someone to guide his sister and himself, making them comfortable in their plush piece of paradise. The Hansons were new money, but their family was stronger than most that had grown up with all the riches in the world. He shook his head, feeling bad for way that she now wrung out worry from her being. “No, it’s not you— I just,” he sighed, watching her amble clumsily out of the seat, making her way around the wide front of the Merc. Trev looked at her, chewing at the inside of his cheek. “You’re drunk, I don’t want you to do anything you’ll regret.” He wouldn’t know how to feel about himself if he happened to be the manifestation of a regret, not with anyone— especially not with Suede.

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maybe you’ve just never noticed. the words rang in her ears as she tried to focus on anything but this, this feeling, as his palm reached out to clasp her jaw, just as present as she was in the moment before her lips are parting, slightly enough, inviting, open-mouthed, before pulling apart just enough to rest her forehead against his. her breathing had quickened, slightly, just enough to match the heartbeat that now steadily beat in a way that seemed loud enough to match the radio earlier. it took one more glance at blue eyes before she was diving back in, eager to taste him once more, lips now curled into a smile as she greeted him again, her own plush lips picking up a sudden gust of intensity that only made her cling to him that much more as their lips met again. “trevor,” the name tumbled breathlessly from her lips against his before she was maneuvering over the middle console, with as much grace as she could, bumping her blonde head into the roof of the merc with a hushed laugh before she was equipping herself atop his lap in her blue mini dress, straddling him as her gaze met his with a smile that felt stolen from her, like a secret, like he had torn the expression straight from under her arm to expose it. “hi,” her voice rang, teasingly, almost sheepish in the state she was, waiting on his next move and reaction. 

He was smiling— his thumb brushed her cheek when she pulled away, but he didn’t draw his own gaze away from the intensity of Suede’s. He wondered what she saw in his features, if she saw something that she hadn’t seen before; a dark part of him wondered whether she’d ever see it again when the alcohol had run it’s course through her system and she was feeling more like herself again. Trev’s teeth sunk into his lower lip and he let out a breath, leaning back into his seat while Suede ambled over the console, settling in his lap, curving her spine to get closer to him. In his ears, he could hear the race of his heart; a steady racket that mirrored a thick feeling of guilt that was now clawing it’s way up his ankles. He wanted to kiss her. Trev’s tongue ran over his lip and he could taste the vodka and he sighed, hearing Andy’s voice in his ear, hearing Kas’ and Lee’s, recalling what Ari had said before. She likes someone else, she’s drunk, she’s just your friend— He looked down for a moment, tucking in another breath before reaching to brush a stray lock of hair away from her forehead. “Lemme take ya home, Suede.”

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his fingers were longer, hands larger, skin cooler against the warmth that she supplied, a nice contrast, and she had held his hand before, but this felt much different. his thumb palmed over the skin atop her hand, eyes dropping down to the rings that he wore, some stacked, in a fashion that he pulled off so well and she had always adored of his. “it felt different that time,” she agreed, nodding gently as blue eyes sought out the emotion on his face, trying to gauge what he was feeling, feeling looser with the warmth of the vodka from earlier still pulsing in her system like a heartbeat. “have you always been.. right here?” she broke the silence, vaguely referring to the distance the two shared, how close they had been, although she knew he wouldn’t understand the real meaning of the question, or maybe he would. she leaned closer, inching up against his middle console of the merc, desperate to put her hands on more than just his own hand, wanting to touch him, hug him, kiss him, something ── it was eating away at her, how suede doherty had gone this long without kissing trevor hanson was beyond her. “god damn it, trevor hanson, you’re too good,” she cursed before her hand was breaking loose of his grasp and reaching to cup his face, leaning over the middle to pull him closer gently and press her lips to his: plump, full, inviting. 

There was a weight to her tone, something monumental about the way that she was looking at him. He felt an itch under his skin, a need to press forward— but instead he watched her, letting her make a first move that he wanted to be respectful enough to not steal away for himself. They’d gotten to this point before, but she’d pulled away, leaving him confused as they made the ride back home as just friends. “Maybe you’ve just never noticed,” Trev said, angling himself better to look at her, to lean across the console that divided the two of them. He’d always been there, present where she hadn’t of seen him; not with that gaze. His cheek tucked against her palm, and he let himself be lead into the kiss. You’re too good. It wasn’t something that was often said in the leading conversation to a moment like this, but for her sake he was glad— he didn’t know if the was good, but for Suede, he’d try to be. There was vodka on her lips, he felt a tinge of guilt as he bowed into her. The one hand that hadn’t snaked between them to curve around her jaw fell between them, anchoring them while they leaned across the car and into one another.

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she could feel his eyes on her and it was a dangerous thing ── how much she reveled in the fact but also felt like a bug under a microscope, she wasn’t sure whether she loved it or hated it. the tone in his voice was teasing, the trevor she knew well, and a hand reached out to push at his chest, adorned in a bowling shirt that only he could pull off so charmingly. “you’re doing that thing again,” she warned, and as her hand lifted from his chest, his own fingers met hers to grab at the skin of her hand, prompting her to pause in her tracks and lose her train of thought, her drunken trail of babbling. “trevor hanson,” her voice warned, and she cursed the middle console that separated them, she felt miles from him and she wanted closer, to touch him ── perhaps it was a desire that had always lingered around in her, but it was something much harder to suppress in a state not sober. “trevor hanson,” her voice repeated, softer, gentler, barely audible, just enough for the words to escape pink lips and float into the air amongst them: cool, dark, intimate, just them. “do you remember when you called me beautiful when we were drunk?” her voice mused, the atmosphere around them a quieter, safe space. “did you mean that?” asking him that question made her feel like a young child, tugging at the shirt of a mother, just for a smile ── just for the recognition that one existed.

He reached for her hand, threading his fingers through her much smaller ones. Suede’s skin was warm against the coolness of the rings that adorned his own digits, he lowered their connected grip, keeping them together as she said his name. It sounded sweeter rolled off her tongue, and Trev smiled, feeling shy under her gaze. They had been friends for a while, long enough that he shouldn’t have felt like pressing his cheek to the smooth nappa leather of the seat while he looked at her, hiding a bit while she spoke. Do you remember when you called me beautiful when we were drunk? He hadn’t been drunk enough to forget, not enough to lose the memory of her blush, the way that she had looked down at her shoes, and at the ocean. Suede’s question made him brush his thumb over the back of her palm, nodding. “Yeah,” he admitted, “I don’t know how anyone couldn’t see it.” His voice was low, rumbled and whispered, it didn’t feel appropriate now to shatter the quiet that they had established with anything else.

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her pale pink manicured fingers wrapped around the water bottle he offered, knowing he was right and more responsible than she was at the moment, before opening the lid and sipping down some of it. there was a quiet energy around them, but one of comfort, and she could tell by the way he reacted that the question had caught him off guard, out of place ── lack of confidence was something that suede deemed foreign to trev. “forget i said anything,” she excused again, shaking her head, pulling a bare leg up towards her chest, hiking her blue mini dress up slightly, just enough to keep herself covered, before laughing again. it seemed that when she was drunk she laughed far, far too much. “oh, i’m gonna have to tell you about it, now?” she challenged back, teetering back towards the familiar incessant banter they knew so well, how the pair could tease each other without fail, how their eyes would sparkle and gleam at the chance of a fleeting smile ── their exchanges were anything but boring. her blue eyes caught sight of that smile, his smile, and she was biting back one of her own, failing at her own game of keeping a straight face before shifting in her own seat to lean over the middle console slightly, the dainty gold detail of her necklace swaying over her collarbones and chest as they hung from her neck. “i thought you knew everything.”

He laughed, “How can I? You can’t just say something like that and not tell me what you mean.” The bucket seats that he’d loved when he had first purchased the car was something that he cursed now, the position of the console kept them separated, severed when he wanted to be closer. “You called me dangerous.” Light eyes found hers and studied them, amused as she fell into her own fit of laughter. “Maybe I already know, but I just want to hear you say it.” Trev watched her from where he sat. If there was anyone who held power now, it was she— perhaps she didn’t know it (or worse, she did) but his heart sat in the pit of her palm, ready and willing to do her bidding. He’d been like this before, Kas and Lee had rolled their eyes and Ari had openly mocked him; but the bittersweetness of heartache had never been enough to make him wary of it. Suede’s expression split in a smile and his own matched it, “Is it because I turned that corner too fast back there?” He teased, “Because I was really hoping you wouldn’t notice.”

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the low hum of migos, some kind of la-based rapper that trev insisted on playing and had blasted from the speakers of his la themed party not too long ago, vibrated against the walls of the amg. “are you trying to wine and dine me again, hanson?” her drunken voice, brazy, piped up, cheekily referring back to the time not too long ago that the pair had gone out to dinner. reflecting back on it, they had eaten seafood together, where suede had helped herself to bits off of his plate and generously shared leftovers of hers ── others might’ve deemed it as a date but it seemed friendly, like many things did between them. they had teetered on flirty, bantering, the two got along far too well, and they listened to each other and could depend on the other, but things had strayed into a different lane as of lately, and the blonde couldn’t quite put her finger exactly on what it was ── the defining moment could’ve been when she had nearly kissed him weeks ago. she had seen him here and there, at the gala briefly and at his la party where she had been in a lower mood, less inclined to approach him, but there to tell him he threw a good party nonetheless. “you’re dangerous. too good, really,” her words tumbled out again, and a part of her wished she hadn’t taken too many shots and sipped on that many mixed drinks; it was eliciting a side of her that was far too unfiltered for her liking. “god,” her hand snaked out of his and she covered her face again and laughed at the situation, at her own actions, shaking her head before uncovering it to glance over at the sharpness of his jawline, his profile as his eyes kept steady on the road. “you really don’t know that, do you?” she asked, question mirroring almost the exact one she had asked him the night they sat across from each other, until it was just them two, and they had been sharing drinks and vulnerable moments.

“Only if you want,” he returned with a smile. Green eyes stayed on the road, avoiding the inquisitive look from Suede’s gaze. Instead of heading towards any destination that had food, or her parent’s place, or Kas’, he pulled into the lot of the parkette a few streets down, turning off the engine to give them a chance to talk and for her to sober up. A long arm reached into the back of the car, and his fingers finally curled around a water bottle before he shifted back to his seat, handing it to her. “You might be happier later if you drink a bit now.” The music was so quiet that now it felt like the crackle of static between them, and when the engine was shut off the lights inside the cab of the Mercedes dimmed and went dark, leaving only the glow of the streetlight above them. He felt nervous around her, shyer than he ever had been before. Her actions contested the words that Ari had told him and Elias’ advice, sending him into something akin to confusion. Suede spoke and his immediate reaction was a grin. “Dangerous?” He echoed, lips tugging upwards at the corners. “What d’ya mean?” In the realm of true danger, Trev Hanson was more of a showman than anything else, but there was a lilt to her tone that made him want to press further. “I don’t,” he finally said, studying her profile. “You’re gonna have to tell me about it.”

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the familiar roar of the engine of the car was comforting, she had missed it ── it had been a week or two since the pair had enjoyed take out in it and talked for what seemed like hours. there was always something magnetic about the energy trev possessed: he was warm, alluring, quite possibly one of the best listeners and someone who just held a great smile. “you don’t have to try at all,” she retorted back to him, honest, tumbling from her lips like spoken prayers knelt before an alter. this, she knew, had always been true: trevor hanson didn’t have to try hard to be recognized wherever he went, it was a charm and attitude that he held so carelessly that could captivate just about anybody, and maybe it was why she found herself drawn to him so much. “i don’t think i really want to go home,” she admitted to him, and her thumb freely fumbled against the skin of his, soft, aimless, unspokenly. there was something highly sobering about being in the presence of trevor hanson ── it was like a cold bucket of water, it woke you up and gave you chills, all the while reminding you what it really felt like to be alive. “i’m sorry,” she laughed, excusing herself, “i’m sorry i texted you. i can’t believe you really came. it was a good night, yeah- i think i like vodka too muc-” she interrupted herself once more as blue eyes met green ones, softening at the sight, pausing before her lips were curling upward in a half smile. “you came, though.”

He laughed, reaching to turn down the music that blasted from the sound system as soon as the engine came to life. The speakers had cost something just shy of ten thousand dollars, something that felt apparent as soon as Offset blasted from the front of the car. It made for an exhilarating ride when he was on his own, but for Suede, he preferred to actually hear her speak, and hear himself think. It was her words as he brought the muscle car into the street that made his brows pull in. “You wanna get something to eat, then? Before I take you back?” If it had been Lee with him, he’d of suggested heading to a parking lot and doing donuts until one of them was close to vomiting, testing out the traction control on a car that had the option to go at speeds and around corners that felt like flying. He didn’t think that was the sort of evening to take someone as delicate as the blonde beside him, so he looked over, shaking his head while she continued. “Why?” There was nothing to be sorry about— in fact he felt a little flicker of validation, his fondness for Suede was something that the boys liked to tease him about, when she had thought of him, he didn’t have to hesitate in the decision to come for her. “Don’t be sorry.” He continued aimlessly down the street while she picked a location for them and his hand brushed over the back of hers. “You needed me, so I came.”

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@trevhanson.

          it had been a shot or two too many, she had lost count of how many mixed drinks she had poured herself and been handed ── although only by females she trusted and knew well enough. she had been around, twirling her way around the crowd like a melancholic ballerina, avoiding certain faces and faking smiles towards others. it was a feeling that came with every annual gala and suede never liked it, how the event felt smeared in permanent marker over her name like a badge. she had managed to leave with some guy she had met that evening amongst the crowd, unlike her, until she had coerced him to drop her off at some diner open late as he muttered curses under his breath and commented that she was a prude. it felt wrong, the way her hands shook slightly before texting trev, how her instincts fled towards him ── he always saw straight through her and could tell she was drunk, prompting her to drop the pin to her location with the promise that he was on his way. it was late in the evening now, nearly three am, when the promising sights of the vibrant green merc pulled up to a parking spot outside, having ordered a coffee but not even bothering for a sip of it. her legs propped herself up before she was dropping a ten dollar bill and walking hastily out the door of the diner, a giggle falling from her lips helplessly at the sight of the shaggy haired male, teetering a bit in her sneakers before climbing into the passenger seat and covering her face guiltily. “hi,” she admitted, sheepishly, before reaching a petite hand over to grab his and squeeze it, unshielding her face. “i would’ve.. ordered pancakes to go for you as a thanks, but i think you’re a bit too fast of a driver, hot rod,” she drunkenly admitted, laughing at her own words, unfiltered, more vulnerable, before her gaze turned to meet his face. “you know, i didn’t think my guardian angel would be wearing quite a loud outfit, but it suits you.” she inhaled quietly. “thank you, by the way. i’m not drunk, totally could’ve.. had pancakes and gotten home fine,” she promised, but the way she couldn’t hold a straight face as if she was a guilty child and her previous texts coming out a bit more scrambled than normal proved otherwise.

Despite having lost the race that weekend, Trev felt validated by his current success, his current score now double that of Kas’ while they sat, half an hour into a session of Fortnite. Already Lee had walked by and rolled her eyes twice, but he was content to spend the rest of his evening there, raking in his accolades. It was the buzz of his phone that made him pause, fishing a hand out of the bowl of flaming hot cheetos to check who had sent the message. Suede’s name came up and he stood, setting the controller down in Kas’ lap to move out of his line of sight to open it and read.  He heard groans of protest from his roommate as green eyes scanned the message, amplified when he finally spoke. “I’ve gotta go.” He paused by a mirror to shove a hat on before grabbing up his car keys. Kas’ questions made him sigh (how did he always know that it was Suede?), “I’ll be back in like, half an hour. Order something in, I’m starving.” He slipped into the Merc, letting it roar to life as he eased it onto the street. There was no quiet mode for the AMG, in every instance and speed it demanded attention. Tonight, the Hamptons was sleepy and quiet, he felt a ribbon of guilt as he caught porch lights flicker on as he passed by to get to the diner. When he pulled into the lot, he saw her through the light and the glass doors. Trev’s lips creased in concern, watching how she teetered without the usual grace that the ballerina characterized herself by having. Trev was already moving to leave the car and help her in, but she’d opened the door and slid inside. “Hey,” he returned, grinning at her embarrassment. “You okay?” Suede continued to speak and he laughed, “Nah, it’s okay. Kas is ordering me some dinner, I think it’s burrito night or something.” Green eyes glanced down at his look, “This old thing?” The bowling shirt was last season and the jeans were selected with the intent to stay home but still he brushed his hand over the knit of the beanie that he’d shoved onto his head. “You know me, always tryin’ to outshine every person in the room.” Trev’s smile was genuine now, and he squeezed her fingers back. “I don’t mind coming if you need me. Was it a good night at least?” He pressed the engine button, feeling the car roar back to life. “Come on, I’ll take ya home.”

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He loved driving the most at night. Out here, there was a stillness that you never got in the city, an eerie suburban hush that silenced things in a way that he found deeply satisfying, bringing deep undercurrents to the surface. He was careful to keep his music low until the residential houses of the Hamptons began to disappear, one by one, and all that was left was a looping footage of shadowy trees, clustered on either side of the road, occasionally parting to reveal glimpses of low, crouched hills and sleeping vineyards. In this dark slipstream, the BMW and its driver moved with quiet confidence. The M5 on cruise control could basically pilot itself, with its interior display aglow and its 600 horsepower engine running soundlessly, so Kas kept one hand at the top of the wheel and steered with slight movements as he navigated the car along the winding back road that he and Trev had scouted out, all those weeks ago. Six glass bottles of Heineken clinked occasionally from the passenger seat. They, like every other aspect of tonight, were part of a bigger ritual by now. 

Seeing the AMG, its green paint rendered inoffensive in the darkness, Kas rolled to a slow stop. The crook of his elbow hung out the open window. “You warm her up, Hanson? Get her limber? Give yourself a pep talk about how winning isn’t everything?” Trev’s trap-house rap was blasting, and his subsequent reply was half-lost in it; Kas lifted Lee’s requested cherry-flavored Slushie from his cupholder and held it out window for Trev to reach. “Here, Slenderman, pass this along.” The bag of Funyuns, he tossed like a Frisbee; it sailed successfully through the Merc’s open window, narrowly missing the driver’s face. The Hellcat’s yellow eyes were appearing in his rearview mirror. A familiar, guttural roar charged the air. Kas directed his gaze back to the other two, knowing smirk taking shape. “Always gotta make an entrance.”

Ari was late, but expectedly so (he never sped out of urgency, only for the thrill), and he coasted through the abandoned back roads of the Hampton’s, cursing at his GPS periodically as if that small act of hostility would keep it in line. He’d come straight from the bed of a trust fund girl in a stupidly large colonial house, muttering something about an appointment before he pulled out of the drive, leaving dark tire tracks in his wake. He’d forget the details about her as he drove until she was nothing more than a vacant thought washing away in the pool of yellow light thrown out by the headlights. The Hellcat was aggressive, it snarled with each rev of the engine and bit at the miles, swallowing the road with a hunger that made Ari grin with unabashed delight. He loved this fucking car, from the heavy blunt design, to the smooth leather seats and the flat black finish. Like any wicked cat, it bit the hand of anyone who couldn’t tame it. He drove it instinctually now, his foot always heavy on the gas and the music cranked up— he couldn’t imagine himself behind the wheel of something sleeker or shinier— this was a bit of him.

The others were already there as he pulled forward, revving the engine once more for good measure and flashing the headlights. He knew Trev liked to race with his music absolutely maxed, but Ari had his running softer— a backing track to the feedback the Hellcat delivered, adrenaline pumping with each whine of the engine. He rolled his windows down as he let the car creep just before where the other two were parked, silencing the engine and climbing out. Peeking into Trev’s car he waved at Lee first, who was already busying herself with whatever treats Kas had brought along for her. He nodded towards both the drivers, his face lit with joy he reserved just for racing. “Got your pussies strapped on?“

Hissing out a curse Lee threw her hand on the volume knob, the pounding bass having cut straight through her eardrums, “Fuck dude, save it for when the wind is roaring through the car.” Her dirty look was instantly mollified when Trev reached over to hand her the sickeningly neon red slushie. “Thanks babe,” she called out happily to Kas, her grin widening when a bag of her favorite snacks came sailing through the car into her lap. Lee had only raced once in her car once alongside them, and she came to the conclusion afterwards that she was far happier riding shotgun in the passenger seat than hurtling her baby around sharp corners at violent speeds. 

Slouching down in the leather seat, she sipped on the slushie happily, biting down on the straw with a cutting smile when their final missing piece rolled up next to them. “Late as always,” she called out the window without malice, giving Ari a playful upturn of her chin in response to his wave. Got your pussies strapped on? 

With a dramatic eye roll she slid her drink into the cupholder, slapping the dashboard with her now free hand. “As the only member of the crew with their pussy permanently ready to rock, I would like to uphold the tradition of me waving the metaphorical racing flag. Objections to this will be over ruled.”

Trev’s nose wrinkled, had he been more immature he’d of stuck out his tongue in Kas’ direction— (he was in truth, childish enough, but the action was halted by the bag of Funyons being tossed at his face). He reached to give Lee her slushie and treats, muttering something about trying to not get the gross dust all over the interior. All of their heads turned when the Hellcat’s high beams blinded in every reflective surface of the two vehicles, a groan was matched by an impish smile. Everyone was here now, it meant that the night was surely about to begin. This was what he lived for; even despite Kas’ teasing, it wasn’t winning— it was the itch that rolled through them as they idled on a starting line, the sing of his blood as the Merc chewed up a tight turn. They all drove wicked machines, there was joy in simply competing, but it seemed to help that this mindset was paired with the fact that he was the least sore loser in the bunch.

He reached over, putting the music up one more notch before looking through the windows at the neat line up that they had created. Their silhouettes in the dim glow of the streetlights was almost menacing. Kas’ straight nose and flippant smirk and Ari’s scowl were dark marks against the asphalt behind them, both of them had their fingers curled tight around their steering wheels. He nodded before tipping his head back to grin at Lee. “Give us a countdown then, babe.”

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As per usual, the other boys were late. Trev had dropped the pin with their location about twenty minutes ago, and with two matching read symbols cropping up underneath the image, he had expected them to show up at least five minutes before Lee grew bored with the audio features on the Merc and started reclining the bucket seat back and forth in a desperate attempt to find amusement. A ding on his phone made them both crane their heads, with an image of the six pack of Heinekens belted into the BMW’s passenger seat indicating that at the very least, Kas was on his way. 

Another five minutes stretched between Lee and Trev before headlights flooded the stretch of road that the AMG idled on the side of. The shape and glow was unmistakable and Trev grinned widely. “Game’s on, baby,” he crooned, turning the dial to crank up the music before rolling his windows down to wave over the M5 and it’s driver. “Get in line, Ottenheimer.”