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“TREV, YOU HAVE to let me carry something.” I felt so frustrated, I was about to stomp my foot and pull a full on tantrum in my building’s parking lot.
After a few days with my parents and a shitload of mean looks from people who’d known us all our lives, Trevor and I had loaded all his stuff into my beat-up car and his truck and took off. We hadn’t really humped each other in public, but I guess we tended to stay closer to each other, and he’d always have an arm around my shoulder. Mom said it was in how we now looked at each other, that what we felt showed in a way it hadn’t before. I guess we’d been better at repressing it than I’d given us credit for.
We were now carrying everything inside, but Trevor was treating me like a damsel in distress and only letting me take small,
