I'm like so hyped because eight minutes ago I left a video message on Facebook for Trevor. Trevor's my Boyfriend slash Fiancé. Even though at first everyone said it wasn't going to last more than a week, we've been together for almost a year. A year!
Anyway, I posted a video for him and like a hundred friends have already “liked” it. I can't wait until Trevor sees it and videos me back.
He's like a video nut. One night I showed up at his house, you know, as a surprise, and he was making a webcam video for some guy in Hollywood. He didn't want to show it to me because he said he had a contract with the guy, and the video really belonged to the studio. Weird, huh? I wish I could have seen it, but I didn't. I think he was naked in the video, because he was only wearing a bathrobe when I came in. But he said he wasn't naked at all. He said, “What are you, crazy?”
Okay, it's like fifteen minutes, and Trevor still hasn't videoed me back. I texted him like 50 times already: “trev chk FB lv u.” Maybe he lost his Blackberry again. He's always doing that. Like a month ago, he didn't answer his cell all night, and then finally the next day I went to his job—he works for some sort of theater thing over in Manhattan; you know, where people learn how to act—and I said, “Trevor, I was calling you all night. Why didn't you answer your cell?”
“My cell? Oh, my cell,” he said, and he hit himself on the forehead. “Doink! I forgot to tell you, Babe. I think I left it in a taxi.”
I could tell he felt bad because he got all red and said “sorry” like five times. He's so forgetful. He's lost his Blackberry like six times in the last two weeks alone. I bought him a walkie-talkie so we could talk whenever, but he lost that, too.
Wow. It's like almost a half hour since I videoed Trevor on Facebook. He's got to know about it because his friend Bruno wrote “cool” and his brother Dude wrote “lol.”
Oh, I feel better. Manny from where Trevor works just Facebooked me and said, “Trevor's in a meeting right now.”
Trevor has a very prestigious position in whatever his job is so he always has to be at some meeting. That's why we can't always be together even though we want to be. So lots of times I make him chocolate chip cookies from the Toll House box, because they're his favorite, and I drop them off at his job. Usually someone like Julie, the receptionist, says, “Oh, Trevor. Let's see.” And she checks the computer screen. “Trevor, Trevor, Trevor. Uhmmmmm. Oh, here it is. Trevor's in a meeting.” That's how I know he's in a meeting all the time.
I really love Trevor—OMG, it's been like an hour since I videoed him. He's so nice to me and he's got these sexy blue eyes with long black lashes. Whenever I touch his lashes, he pulls back, like he's pretending not to like it when I touch them. So I tease him: “Why do guys always get the nice long eyelashes? I wish I had your eyelashes.”
Then he teases me back, “Yeah? What would you do, put a ribbon on them?”
That's what he says, and I laugh. “You always make me laugh,” I say.
“Yeah, I'm a funny guy,” he says and looks a little embarrassed.
Trevor doesn't really like compliments, which is why I guess he doesn't give me any. It's okay, though. I can tell he loves me because he always says he's sorry after he pushes me away.
And sometimes he says he loves me when we're, you know, doing it in the car or in the elevator or in the stairwell in my building. Those are the only times he says he loves me. He never says he loves me when we're doing it in a regular place like his bed.
It's been two hours and 17 minutes since I videoed Trevor on Facebook, and he still hasn't videoed me back. I feel a little queasy in my stomach right now, and I have sort of nervous jitters in my throat.
My mother thinks Trevor's bad news, and so do some of my friends. But I think they're just jealous. My friend Tanya—I mean my ex-friend Tanya— called me one day and told me she saw Trevor making out with Katie Lynn on New Year's Eve. Now she's not my friend any more, because that was such a lie. Trevor said, “Huh? I don't even know Katie Lynn.”
Well, he does know her, but I guess he forgot who she is. It's been almost three hours since I videoed Trevor on Facebook. I guess he's still in the meeting.
Once I got into a big fight with my mom after she called Trevor a player. I bet my mom doesn't even know what a player is, because she's like 45. She probably thinks it's some kind of piano or sports guy. Anyway, we had a terrible argument and the next day she said she was sorry she had gotten me so upset. Ever since then she tries to be nice to Trevor, but you can still tell that she doesn't like him because her mouth gets all thin and tight when she talks to him, even when she's saying something nice like, “Would you like to stay for dinner?”
Trevor's way too busy to stay for dinner anyway. Oh, wow. Trevor just Facebooked me.
“Hey. S'up?”
Well, at least he answered. I guess he doesn't have time to video me. I hope my ex-friend Tanya sees how he Facebooked me back. I'm going to show it to my mom. I bet she'll be glad when she sees that he treats me pretty nice after all.
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