If Trevor had to describe you as any dog breed, he’d say a Pit Bull Terrier.

You were deathly sweet to him, so loyal you make the Queens guards look like chumps. It was impressive.

Just the sweetest thing in the whole world, the way you’d smile up at him all adorable and love struck… Just an absolute joy you were… Trevor thought he was the luckiest man on the planet to be with someone like you.

Sure, you were sweet… But, the second anyone pissed you off… Oh you let em know and you let em know pretty fucking quick.

Sitting at his games, watching bullshit plays… Oh boy, the entire stadium knew you weren’t happy about it and what were they gonna do? You were scary as all hell.

I mean, how could this adorable golden retriever Trevor be with such a violent person?

Trevor didn’t see the violence. Behind closed doors he saw the sweet, adorable loving person he fell in love with 2 years ago. He saw the light in your eyes every time you looked at him. He saw you as his world… That wasn’t gonna change, not one bit.

He was so silly, so funny and definitely a yapper… Which other people who weren’t his teammates didn’t like. He would yap for hours if you let him, almost forgetting he had to breathe in order to actually speak.

Well, you were having dinner with him and a few of his friends… When one of his friends girlfriends made a comment about how much he talked. Oh boy, big fucking mistake. His teammates all looked from the girl, to you, and right back to the girl absolutely dead silent.

Of course the comment hurt Trevor, he liked talking and he knew he did it a lot… But he didn’t think it was that bothersome.

“Oh— Come on,” The girl huffs, a snotty expression plastered on her bitchy face. “He’s repeated this story how many damn times??”

Trevor just looked down at his hands that were fiddling in his lap, mumbling out a real quiet “Sorry, I’ll stop.”

Oh you were LIVID.