Won’t you please pick up the phone
So the skies are blue again
Please gimme blue skies
Bright days
Warm nights in your arms
Gimme daydreams
And heartstrings
Something to hold on to now
Blue skies
Blue skies
I want blue again
Baby, I’m blue again
Chapter Three
Now
TREVOR
SITTING ON A BENCHat Chester Park, Trevor fights the urge to keep checking the time on his phone. He was so stressed about doing this that he ended up getting here ridiculously early.
A part of him wonders if Skyler will even show. It’s not like the man really owes him anything after all this time. He’s Skyler James. Surely, he has more important things to do than drive to Santa Monica for a secret meeting with his ex-boyfriend who he hasn’t wanted anything to do with in five years.
Trevor mainly chose this park because there’s hardly any people here on weekdays when he brings Stella to play Frisbee. But he supposes he also picked it as a bit of a power move, making Skyler come to him instead of the other way around. He’s still a little angry, okay?
No, Skyler’s definitely not coming. This is stupid. Trevor’s wasting his time waiting for him.
“Hey.”
He turns his head and—“Jesus!” His hand flies to his heart. For a second there, he thought he was getting robbed.
Skyler comes around the bench to stand in front of him, and Trevor shakes his head as his heart rate returns to normal. The bozo showed up in black sweatpants, a black hoodie with the hood over his head and strings pulled taut, and black sunglasses. Yup. Not conspicuous at all.
“Put your hood down, would you,” he says. “People will thinkyou’rehere to murder someone. Act natural. If you remember how to do that.”
Skyler frowns but does what he’s asked, revealing his hair that’s twisted up into a loose bun. “That’s not fair. You were just as famous back in the day.”
Trevor stands so they’re on even ground, but Skyler still has a couple inches on him. “Back in the day, yeah. Not today. Don’t try to pretend you’re not one of the most famous people in the world now.”
And even back then…
The whole group was famous, sure. They were all superstars. But it was obvious pretty early on that Skyler’s star shone a bit brighter than the rest of theirs.
“I think you’re exaggerating,” Skyler says.
“Am I?”
“Did you come here just to give me shit?”
