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He can’t control the grin spreading across his face. “Okay. Good. That’s good. I’ll uh, talk to you later then.”

“Yeah. Guess you will. See ya.”

And with that, Trevor gets out of the car.

Skyler watches him walk away and disappear inside his front door with a longing so intense it scares him. It takes him a minute before his head is clear enough to drive. Hopefully, Trevor didn’t see him parked there that long like a stalker.

TREVOR

Trevor honestly doesn’t knowwhy he does it, but when he gets home, he puts on “Blue Again,” playing his own damn song on repeat while he showers. He rests his forehead against the cool wall, letting the scalding hot water run down his back as he listens to his voice singing, “Blue skies, blue skies.”

He put it right there in the freaking song. How much more obvious could he have been?

He was surprised the label let him get away with it. They almost didn’t, but in the end, they decided that people will believe what they want to believe. Which is true. For the fans who hardcore shipped him and Skyler for years, he could write a song about his dog, and they’d swear it was about Skyler. And for all those with a heteronormative bias ingrained in them since birth, he could probably say, “I love taking Skyler James’ dick in my ass,” and they’d still think he meant it platonically.

When he wrote the song, he really only cared what one person thought of it. But that person never reached out to tell him.

To be fair, Trevor didn’t reach out after “Heartbreak Honey” either. He could have called. Could have admitted that he was so far from okay. He could’ve said,I miss you. Could’ve said,I made the biggest mistake of my life, and,Please forgive me.Please let me unbreak your heart. Please let me be your everything.

He could have said he was ready.

But he didn’t. Because he wasn’t.

He still isn’t.

Not that it matters anymore. Because Skyler may have asked to see him again, but there’s no way that uber-famous Skyler James is still pining for him after all these years the way Trevor’s been miserably pining for Skyler.

Unable to take it anymore, he turns off the music as soon as he gets out of the shower. He dries himself off and then twists his body until he can see his ass in the slightly foggy mirror. Not because he makes it a habit to check out his own ass. He normally triesnotto look. But right now, he wants to see it. Wants to torture himself.

Yup. There it is. The tiny fucking outline of a sun tattooed at the top of his left ass cheek.

He presses his finger into it. Hard. Remembering all the times Skyler pressed his lips right over the same spot. Remembering Skyler calling Trevor his sun.

Skyler fucking James.

His goddamn stars.

His whole universe, really. At one point. But not anymore.

Now Skyler James is just a guy he used to know.

Ha.

Yeah fucking right.

OPEN AUDITION CALL FOR NEW BOY BAND FROM CARMICHAEL RECORDS

Looking for five males, ages 16-19

Must be able to sing

Dance routines will be taught

No instrument playing required

Auditions to be held January 6thbeginning at 9am, at Studio 42, downtown L.A. Come prepared to sing one pop song of choice. May be asked to learn additional songs. If traveling, be advised the audition process may last up to one week. Those chosen will receive recording contract from Carmichael Records.

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