A dry chuckle left his lips. “It was always about her, Trent. Ever since I met her parents for the first time and there wasn’t else much to learn about me. She always talked about her friends and the drama she had to deal with. I always felt like some… accessory to her, especially when we were out in public. It got to the point where she wanted to start matching me and—” Scott sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose. “She just wasn’t the girl I thought she was and then you came. Trent, you’re practically everything I’ve been waiting for. Not only because you’re my twin, but because you listen and you’re there for me. You’re someone I feel like I can go to for both a good time and in time of need,” the younger of the two muttered, his head still trying to wrap around what had been happening as of recently. Everything seemed to melt away when he looked off and out into the back yard again.
Scott bounced on his heels a little when Trent confirmed that the tree house was done. This would be the first he would ever be able to get into and to be honest, he was a little too thrilled. Scott pulled the door open and went over to the completed tree house. He looked up at it and shivered in excitement. “Wow, it looks great, Trent. You did such a great job,” Scott turned around, taking Trent’s hand into his own when he was close enough. “What color do you plan on painting it? I trust your handyman-ship so we can totally camp out tonight. We can make smores inside and take them out with us. It’ll be cool, don’t you think?” Scott squeezed Trent’s palms then let go to climb up the ladder. He crawled up into the tree house and stood inside of it. There was a nervous step here and a slid of his shoe there, as if to double check how sturdy it really was. Would it be able to carry the both of them? He thought so. Scott plopped down at the corner of the tree house and waited for his brother to step in.
Trent listens to him talking about Robin, frowning when he realized that she truly didn’t treat Scott the way he deserved to be treated. She used him like an object, something to show off and Trent had thought -even though he truly didn’t like her- that she at least treated him well. That would have been her one redeeming quality to him but obviously she was every bit the shallow bitch he figured she was. Then Scott begins to talk about him, and how Trent was everything he’d been waiting for, his words making the older twin’s heart skip a beat. It was wrong to feel this way, he knew that, but he couldn’t help it. “Why do you stay with her if you’re unhappy?” he asks softly, tilting his head curiously. It had to be some sort of popularity thing but either way, he didn’t like the thought of Scott doing something that made him unhappy for the sake of a social status, even if he himself had done that once. Then the sickness happened and he stopped caring about living for other people and what they wanted of him. He had thought his life would end soon, so he was going to spend his last months living for him, he wished Scott would do the same. Plus, the sooner he didn’t have to hear more about Barbie the Super Bitch, the better.
The obvious excitement radiating from Scott made Trent grin, liking how his mind seemed to be off his girlfriend for the time being, instead focused on the tree house. “Thanks,” he says, walking up behind him, a bit shocked when Scott turned to take his hand and Trent moved to stand next to him so he could look back to the tree. He looked down at their joined hands for a moment before smiling slightly to himself and looking back up that the tree house, turning to look at his younger brother when he asked about what color Trent wanted to paint it and began to talk about trusting his handy work and that they would make smores inside then bring them out. “I’m not sure really, haven’t really thought about the color yet. Yeah it will,” he agrees with a nod, giving Scott a smile as he squeezed his hand before letting go when the younger male went to climb into the tree house. He was cautious about his steps, and rightfully so. Trent had been as well when he tested it out. Slowly, he followed behind and grinned when he got in, sitting so he was facing Scott. “It’s not collapsing, it’s comfortable, it’s big enough to lay down in,” he lists, nodding as he looked around.
Scott’s face didn’t light up as much as it usually did when he was greeted with Trent’s figure, but he did feel his heart skip a beat. “Hey, Trent,” Scott smiled and stepped into the house. He nudged off his shoes and went to go set his backpack down on the couch. “Robin is uh.. really mad, actually,” Scott said in a sheepish manner as he dug through his backpack. He bit his lip and double checked everything to see if he had left anything back at his house. He turned back to Trent and walked over to him. “She said I hardly knew you and that I was spending too much time with you, but she doesn’t understand. She doesn’t understand how much this means. I’m sure you feel the same, right? That she’s wrong?” Scott stared up into the other’s darker shade of hue.
Then he turned again and walked towards the back door. “I’m probably going to get my ass kicked by a pair of four inch heels when she sees me again,” Scott pressed his palms against the glass of the back door, peering at the work desk and scraps of wood. “Did you finish the tree house yet?” Scott glanced back at his brother and smiled. Switching subjects was much easier than going in depth of his crashing relationship anyway. He didn’t want to put a damper on things and the more he talked about Robin made him remember flashes of that night a few days ago. He swallowed the lump in his throat and reached over to unlock the back door. Scott thought it would be awkward to bring up their small make out session, so he’d save that for later. Did Trent even feel that way still? By the way his eyes looked in the little amount of light they had left, Scott would hope that Trent still carried that happy and admiring gloss if they were to lay together again. “Cause I totally want to camp out or something tonight. Wouldn’t it be fun?”
Trent could sense that Scott wasn’t really as happy as he could be and he knew that his bitch of a girlfriend was probably a big reason why. Or maybe he felt awkward around Trent now? Trent bit his lip, hoping it was anything but the latter. He didn’t know what he’d do if Scott started to distance himself. He watched as Scott went to set his backpack down before beginning to dig through it, telling him all that Barbie had said about him spending too much time with Trent and that they hardly knew each other. Trent bit his lip, looking into his eyes as Scott turned to meet his gaze, asking if he felt the same, if he thought Robin was wrong too. “Of course I do, Scotty. She just… Our situation isn’t common at all, you know? She’s having a hard time adjusting to the fact that your world doesn’t only revolve around her.”
“I doubt she’d actually do that,” he chuckles, following behind him a bit as he went to look outside into the backyard. Trent had been working on the tree house in his spare time, wanting to get it done and put it to good use sooner rather than later. That and Scott was pretty damn excited about it so he figured the sooner it was done the better. “Yep. Finished it last night actually.” he says, smiling in return when the younger male turned to smile at him. He wanted to mention what had happened between them, but he didn’t want to make things awkward or make Scott question his decision in staying with him instead of heading off on some cruise with Peroxide McStuffedBra. He watched as Scott unlocked the back door and opened it and Trent stepped a bit closer, walking past him into the backyard and motioning for him to follow. “Sounds like a great idea.” he grins, walking backwards for a few steps before turning around and walking towards the tree house. “I still need to paint it and all that stuff but it’s pretty sturdy and big enough to be comfortable. It won’t like, collapse on us or anything so camping out sounds cool.”
“What is with you Scott? Ever since your brother Trent turned up out of the blue, you haven’t been spending time with me! We had plans for this cruise for weeks and now you’re telling me you can’t because he needs help around the house?”
Scott flinched at the tone of voice on the phone. He pushed another shirt into his bag and finally zipped it up. “Baby..Robin, it’s not Trent’s fault. You know how much this means to me. How much he means to me,” Scott attempted to soothe but by the sudden hitch in his girlfriend’s voice, he knew he said exactly the wrong thing.
“How much he means to you? Scott you hardly know him!”
“I… I’m sorry, Robin. I have to go.”
“Scott Ferris if you hang up this pho-”
He would deal with the consequences another time and he knew just that as he shut off his phone, took out the battery, and tossed it into the small pocket of his back pack. Scott pulled a strap over his shoulder and left the house without another thought about the girlfriend who was most likely throwing a fit. It was always about her. It had always been about her and Scott’s mindset was drilled in enough to believe that he needed her in order to keep the petty highschool level they managed to build. Scott was a shoo-in for prom king, she was to be prom queen. They were the “cutest couple” at school. Basically, they had it all.
All but actual feelings.
Scott hadn’t felt anywhere near connected to her since their sophomore year together. He was love struck, thrilled that he had the girl everyone wanted, but it wasn’t up until now that he realized it was all just a show. There was no “us” there was “Robin and Scott”. That’s all he really had to say in the manner anymore. He did what Robin wanted and what was he given in return? Most of the time sex, but even that didn’t fill some void that had built up.
Then there was Trent. Scott parked his car outside of the Burton’s household and stepped out. His grip had tightened on the strap of his back pack. Trent was something special. Scott could never explain what it was, but there was something there when they were both together. A feeling of contentment and want settled there. Whatever happened that night a few days ago was something Scott would never take back. It was wrong, beyond an outsider’s thoughts if they knew, but what mattered was that what Scott felt and what he had hoped Trent felt too. Scott rose his hand and pressed the door bell with a sheepish look.
Trent walked around the house, cleaning up most of what he could before Scott could arrive. He was coming to stay with him and the thought made his stomach twist in a good way. He grins to himself, knowing that Scott had chosen him over Peroxide Barbie, feeling the unnatural urge to flaunt that fact in her face.
He was in the middle of loading the last of the dishes from his lunch with his mother before she left into the dishwater when his phone rang. The ringtone let him know it was his mom and he answered quickly as he closed the the dishwasher and turned it on.
“Hey, Trent, I won’t be home tonight. I have a shift about an hour after this one and I’m just going to stay in this motel nearby instead of driving half an hour back home.”
“Another double shift?”
“It’s just temporary, you know that. Think you’ll be okay on your own? Is Scott coming over?”
“Yeah I’ll be fine. He is,” he says, walking over to the fridge to grab himself a Hot Pocket, putting it in the microwave. “He’s actually staying the week since his mom is out of town. Is that cool?”
“Yes, yes of course. I have to go now, love you.”
“Love you too Mom.” he says before hanging up the phone, leaning against the counter as he waited for the microwave to stop. He bites his lip, thinking of spending the week with Scott and he smiles a bit, scratching his neck some. He was actually truly happy whenever Scott was around and until their last time together, he hadn’t known why. Sure, he was happy before then, but then he knew it was because of the way Scott made him feel. The knock on the door breaks him out of his thoughts and he smiles in spite of himself, nearly sprinting over to it. He calms himself before he opens the door, smiling at his brother. “Hey.” he breathes, moving to the side to let him in. “So… how pissed is Barbie?”
It’s either that, or I go on a cruise with my girlfriend for a week.
… Come over.
Oh. Okay.
I can at least help around the house. My mom’s going on a business trip soon anyway so I’ll have plenty of time on my hands.
If I say no you’re still going to insist aren’t you?
…What’s a yolo?
You know, I could help you guys.
Good. Nothing.
You have helped, more than I would have expected or can ask for in a lifetime. It’s fine, Scott. I’m gonna start working soon anyway.
You only live once, Trent.
In other news, how’s your mom?
If you start saying yolo I will punch you.
She’s good, working double shifts again but good.
I’ll flick you and run then.
Very mature.
