And I'll just go ahead and say that due to one picture, this may be NSFW. What can I say? I couldn't resist taking a pic of Trev in the shower. . .lol!
And it is part one of two, which I'm in the process of editing. Hopefully soon. . .
Hope you enjoy it! Thanks so much for reading!
****Pam****
I sat in the press room after the next game and barely
noticed the loud people around me. My mind was too occupied with what happened
since the last game and by the fact that I was still fighting with myself over
what I felt. Trev, Paisley and I went out for dinner and he continued to wonder
if I was okay, something that Paisley picked up on and I could tell she was
more than a little curious by it. I
spent the whole dinner fighting with myself; he would tease me or throw a
sarcastic comment my direction and I would return the favor, but then I would
try to remind myself that I was silly for letting it get my hopes up. Any
reasoning was dashed away though when as we left and said goodbye, I felt his
hand on my back as I got in my car and I was again confused by what it meant.
Was it just a friendly gesture or something more?
I sighed and Victor looked at me. "What's up with
you?"
I shrugged. "Just tired tonight." I lied and was
grateful that he didn't press me for anymore answers. The sound of the doors
opening alerted the room that someone was coming in to answer questions and I
felt my heart beat faster as I saw Trev walk up to the table. But it immediately
slowed and sank as I saw his face. He should have been all smiles since they
had just won against one of the best teams in the league, but he was more than
a little subdued and I wasn't the only one who noticed.
"Maybe he drank the same sad juice you did."
Victor kidded and I kept watching Trev. He smiled, albeit not the blinding
smile most were used to seeing, he was still thoughtful, but what was the most
telling was that he didn't crack a single joke during the whole time he sat and
answered questions. It was concerning enough that I didn't ask any and instead
sat there wondering what could be troubling him so much. Was the pressure of
his recovery and career becoming too much? Was there something else?
He left as quietly as he entered and I couldn't think of
much else but his demeanor as Coach White answered questions. I sat there half
listening to him and the others that sat at the table after him, and when the
last player finished, I quickly grabbed my things and headed out to the parking
lot. With the way he was acting I wondered if his car would still be there, and
when I saw it sitting exactly three spots over from mine, like it had for the
last three months, I let out a sigh of relief.
I was earlier than normal since I rushed out of the press
room, and after placing my bag in the backseat, I leaned against my car and
looked up at the moonlit sky. It did little to distract me though from feeling
the worry that started when I saw him enter the pressroom; and eventually I
gave up concentrating on the clouds and instead replayed every moment of the
press conference. His subdued facial expressions, the lack of a smirk or
blinding smile, his quiet demeanor. . .
"Aren't you cold?" He whispered as he stopped next
to me and leaned against the car. The suddenness of his voice made me jump a
little and conflicting feelings started to swirl around inside me. Excitement
that even in his saddened state he stopped to talk to me, disgust at the fact
that in my excitement I forgot about his sadness and I began to chastise myself
for it. The last feeling, distress over his behavior, was what made me regain
some of my wits and helped me push all other thoughts aside.
"A little." I admitted and looked over at him. His
eyes were focused on the sky which gave me a moment to look at his face
undetected. At that close distance there was no denying the sad expression that
touched every inch of it and as he lowered his head and looked at me, I saw it
in his eyes too.
"You didn't ask a question tonight." He tried to
joke and while I was somewhat relieved that he did, I knew what he was trying
to do. He was attempting to hide behind his quick wit, and while that might
have worked in previous years, it didn't then.
"I have one now." I offered and I felt a small
sense of relief when a half smile appeared on his lips.
