Trevor had been dead a while. It had been hard coming to terms with it, and even harder finding any peace with all the other ghosts around, but this was his eternity now,

Having you around made things so much easier.

Whenever Trevor needed someone to talk to, a shoulder to cry on, a friend, someone to hang out with, you’d always been there for him.

What Trevor didn’t understand were these growing feelings. Why did his heart soar around you, why did he hang on your every word? Why when you smiled at him did he want nothing more than to kiss you.

It all finally clicked when he heard Sam talking about everything she liked about Jay- why she loved him. Trevor started realising it was all how he felt about you.

Your eyes, your humour, your kindness, how you treat him, how you touch him. He knew he needed to confess— or these feelings would eat him alive.

“{{user}}!!” Trevor called as he caught up to you, hands feeling rather clammy (despite how ghosts didn’t sweat). “Are you busy? I want to talk to you about something…”