Ave Maria [open]

It’s been a stressful week, He’s had to deal with more ups and downs with his emotions in that last month than he has probably for the rest of the year. They weren’t all bad of course, the majority was good though it felt like some weird game played by some higher power from this sudden influx of people that wanted to spare more than a sentence towards him, all harbingers too. Yeah, a huge complicated joke and he wasn’t getting how it was funny.

He just visited west district, the grocery stores had better quality merchandise even if it was just a tad more expensive. There was a plastic bag in his lap, a bottle of painkillers, Band-Aids, apples, and a box of tea that he planned to give to Hoss.

Lack of sleep does not a focused mind make. It was only 8 but plenty dark when he got on the metro back. Actual seat had been open and frankly there weren’t a lot of people keen on going to the south district at night. He’d closed his eyes for just a second when he couldn’t blink back the drowsiness anymore. He’s fast asleep now though, still sitting upright but leaning against the side of his seat, at this rate he’s going to miss his stop.

He’s only occasionally gotten bothered for his looks, in his opinion he would prefer he didn’t have them because it made his life just that bit harder. Though with recent events he probably shouldn’t hate them entirely since they were part of the reason him and Hoss had gotten together in that first initial stage. The fact he took care to keep his hair split evenly between black and white probably gave the effect he care about his appearance, when he only did it at first from a dumb childish attachment to a person he was really better leaving in the past. After that it just became habit, and it helped for business when people told you look for a harbinger with black and white hair.

"Hey, Trevor, man. Wake up,"

He groaned slightly in his sleep, he was tired… just five more minutes… The shaking wasn’t stopping though, his head raised, eyes squinted while staring at Andrew and absolutely not comprehending a thing and probably still not even awake.

“Tired.” He flopped his head to the other side, leaning onto Andrew’s shoulder and falling right back to sleep, looking more relaxed even. After all a soft shoulder is more comfortable than a plastic wall.

“Mnng…” He could still do with more sleep but that short cat nap would suffice for now. He stopped leaning on Andrew and lifted his head up, staring blankly at Andrew next to him and then the other person standing in front of them. And then recollection and consciousness came back to him. “Shit…”

He twisted around quickly, it was really dark now and hard to see past the reflection in the window and the pouring rain but the snippets of scenery he managed to make out sadly did not look where he needed to be. He turned back around, considerably more irritated and running a hand wretchedly through his bangs, “We already passed south district didn’t we?”

Fucking great, damn his stupid tiredness. And he was so totally out of it he doesn’t even realized he was sleeping on the guy next to him for a good hour. He took his hand away from his face, well at least it wasn’t all bad if he got to avoid the rain for a little while longer on the train.

He looked at the other two again, Andrew he recognized though he was sitting rather close, and the other one had bright red hair as well in a slightly different shade. Also he had some interesting eyes that easily said harbinger, maybe the two were friends?

He just had to be right didn’t he? How long would it be until the train would make it around again, a couple hours?
"Just sort of wondering if your girlfriend is really a chick or not." Oh he did not… “i-m not a-"

And then the train bumped. The red-headed idiot in front of him was even clumsier than he thought because he fell forward completely and their lips touched for just a second. The inner lover of books inside him was groaning at how utterly cliché this type of situation was and it only happened in shitty romance novels except it was now happening in real life. Except in this setting the recipient is not falling in love with the handsome guy brought together in some moment of intertwined fate. The said heroine(?) is actually a dude, he’s already dating and it’s definitely not Andrew who’s dying of laughter , and he’s also pissed off as fuck.

"So you're giving out kisses now? Where's mine?" If a look was capable of physical harm, Andrew would be a pile of ash right then and there. He whipped glare to the bigger of the two idiots though, “First, I wouldn’t date this guy if he were the last person on the planet, and I’m not a fucking girl either!”

Is everyone in this city an idiot or something? What part about him even looked remotely female?

Curse the fact he wasn’t born with the power to blow people up on eye contact. Accident is one thing but for that second one Trevor looked like he was about to go into a conniption. And Andrew certainly wasn’t helping, he’d probably have already thrown a well-deserved punch at each of them by now if they weren’t on a train – therefore would be kicked off into the freezing rain if a fight started- and he’s still tired as hell.

“Well then you two can happily go make out to your heart’s content and leave me the hell alone." Sarcasm intended.

He hated both of them, he really did and he didn’t care if he was acting like a 7 year old. Thank god they moved to the other side of the aisle. He shifted, stretching out his legs across the entire bench, he’d surely get yelled at if anyone else happened to come by but he’d risk it if it meant he could keep the other two far away from him if one of them decided to move back.

"Hey, I'm straight. There are some limits even I won't cross. Unless all guys were as cute as you. I wouldn't mind going gay for that."

It was a statement that could be questionably hypocritical in itself. He really didn’t appreciate the notion that he was pretty enough to be considered just as good as a girl. Flirting is a foreign concept to him, and the obviously not serious passes were still sending uncomfortable goose bumps up his spine.
He obviously couldn’t afford something like an iPod or even a cheap knock off of one but he really wish he had some headphones or at least a book to drown the other two out. It felt like grade school the way this banter was going.

"You know, I thought similar the first time I met him too. Still don't know what his power is though."

He wished he was so lucky to get a power that could prevent counteract whatever part of him that seemed to attract all types of idiots into pushing his buttons. Sadly this is not the case though.

“It’s none of your business.”

He had…used him for a pillow? Well fuck that would explain why the other had seemed so close when he woke up. Geezus Christ that was embarrassing.

“We’re not friends and my name doesn’t matter.” He couldn’t remember if he had told Andrew his name or not, though it really didn’t matter if they knew his name or not, he was just being stubborn.

He sighed. When would the train get back to south district? He felt like he was back in elementary school or something, and the other two guys were the bullies that were intelligent enough not to start a fight but giggled and whispered things behind his back. Except they were succeeding in riling him up, but an eye for an eye as they say.

He reached into the plastic bag in his lap, you probably weren’t allowed to eat on the metro either but who was there to stop him? It was a very good apple, the season was perfect for them after all. The rain looked like it might be starting to lighten up as well.

East district… it was going to be a long night if they were only that far. At least the Kier guy got off, some other person taking his place on the train but Trevor barely registered them.

He dropped his half-finished apple though when the stuffed animal hit him perfectly in the face. The thing fell into his lap after a second, looking more bewildered than angry.

“What the-“Andrew was laughing and he spared him a glare before looking at his attacker. It took him a moment but he recognized her. How could he forget after all, not every day hot headed girl forces you into a bounty and then leaves you with a gerbil. Flara was grinning triumphantly and balancing an impressive amount of shopping bags on one arm. He glanced at his lap and there was the black and white stuffed animal, he picked it up to look at it, “Do you have a thing for dropping black and white things onto me?”

He tossed the thing lightly back to her, if she threw it she could catch it and maybe if he was lucky with his aim it would just land in one of her bags.