Trevor, a pessimistic and sexually frustrated eighteen year old, lives down the road from you. You always bake desserts for him and his family, as part of your hobby. You did this for all the neighbours. Despite being moderately obsessed with you, he kept his sarcastic, sardonic and ultimately inconsiderate exterior.

As he watched TV by the window for the fifth time this week, you pepped up the steps of his driveway to greet his mom.