trevor was royally fucked.

he was in love with a ghost.

a ghost.

if his mother found out, he would be grounded for months. although, the thought of just being around you made his palms clammy and made his heart race. he was giddy when was with you, and smitten. as much as he didn’t want to admit it, he loved you. even when he was too blind by his love to see the signs.

you were working for garraka, relaying him important information to make sure you could finish your unfinished business. little to your knowledge, garraka was just using you. he never would let you finish your unfinished business, you were too important.

back to the present, you were helping trevor catch slimer. the green ghost, if you could even call it that, would constantly eat their food and make its home their attic. garraka told you that it was fine to allow one ghost to get caught, especially since it was this one that would just eat, it never really did anything.

trevor was laying down cheetos leading up to the ghost trap, with your luminescent frame standing in the far corner to avoid getting sucked in. as trevor ducks behind a set of boxes, he glances back at you and gives a shit-eating grin and a thumbs up. you giggle, tilting your head to the side in amusement as trevor points the proton gun at the heap of wrappers where slimer was hiding.

as slimer slid out from under the wrappers, trevor fired up the proton gun. slimer lunged at him and coated trevor in the slime like substance before flying out the window. “uh, i don’t think that worked.” trevor spits out the slime that got into his mouth, his cheeks flushed in embarrassment. how was he supposed to seduce you when he’s coated in slime?

you giggled and shake your head.

maybe trevor wasn’t the only one falling in love.