mean?”
“It’s not really my place. You have to do that on your own.” Lorene’s heart truly ached for the boy. “Now, I don’t want you to run out, okay? Will you please have a seat? Bea should be here any minute. I really think you should stay.”
Trevor looked at Lorene with pained eyes, “Okay. I guess I’ll stay.”
***
Trevor sat at the counter sipping his hot chocolate. His damp clothes were still warm from the dryer. Lorene was making some kind of sauce for the dinner she was preparing. It smelled really good, but too bad for him, it wasn’t vegetarian.
He was embarrassed about what had just happened between him and Lorene. He wasn’t sure why he had gotten so upset when she mentioned his mom. But at the same time he felt relieved. Lorene was the person closest to Bea and she seemed like a pretty decent lady. If she was okay with his past and didn’t judge him by it, then that was something to be optimistic about.
Lorene put the dinner in the oven and turned to Trevor, “Do you want me to put those in a vase for her, or…?” She was pointing at the flowers he bought.
Mr.T told him girls always liked getting flowers. Trevor picked these orange ones because they stood out against all the rest, kind of like Bea. But now they looked pathetic.
Trevor smiled, “I know. They look pretty bad, huh?”
“No, they’re beautiful, really. It’s just if I put them in a vase I can rearrange them a little better, clip off some of the broken stems. It really doesn’t matter, because Bea is just going to be thrilled to see you.”
He felt a flutter in his chest. “You think so? You don’t think she’s going to be pissed I’m here?”
Lorene walked over and leaned on the counter, looking him straight in the eye. “Trevor, she likes you a lot. She would kill me for telling you this, but she’s been moping around here nonstop for the last couple of weeks. I know Bea. She may not show it at first, but she will be very happy to see you.”
Nice! He tried to appear nonchalant and took a sip of his hot chocolate. “Really?”
Just then the front door opened and Bea walked into the kitchen. “Hey Lorene! You’ll never guess who—.” She stopped in mid-sentence when she saw him sitting at the counter.
He sat up straighter in his seat and tried to look casual, “Hey Bea,” he said.
God, she looked good. She had on a bright orange rain jacket with the hood pulled tight. Little wisps of her short black hair were plastered to the sides of her face.
She immediately ripped off her hood and started pushing her hair away from her face. “Hey,” she said with a cool tone.
Lorene walked over to the oven an d stirred the sauce. “You know what? I’m going to go check on that laundry.” She hurried out of the room without turning around.
Bea stayed in the entrance, her eyes avoiding his. Trevor quickly picked up the vase and walked over to her. He tried to remember what Lorene had told him, she doesn’t hate you Trevor.
“These are for you.” He handed her the orange daisies. “They match your jacket.” Apologize idiot!
“So what are you doing here?”
His heart pounded as he contemplated what to say. He needed to get it right. “Bea, I’m really sorry…I’m sorry I just left you a voicemail like that. I know that was really lame.”
At this , she finally looked at him, “Trevor I just don’t understand what happened. I know we weren’t hanging out that long, but I thought we were at least friends. I thought at least we could talk about it, but you just avoided me completely.”
He took the vase out of her hands and set it on the counter. Something was stirring in the pit of his stomach. “I know I was a jerk, and I’m sorry. Bea, you are my friend. And I hope we can be more.”
This was all so new to him and he felt his face getting hot once again. “And you
“It’s not really my place. You have to do that on your own.” Lorene’s heart truly ached for the boy. “Now, I don’t want you to run out, okay? Will you please have a seat? Bea should be here any minute. I really think you should stay.”
Trevor looked at Lorene with pained eyes, “Okay. I guess I’ll stay.”
***
Trevor sat at the counter sipping his hot chocolate. His damp clothes were still warm from the dryer. Lorene was making some kind of sauce for the dinner she was preparing. It smelled really good, but too bad for him, it wasn’t vegetarian.
He was embarrassed about what had just happened between him and Lorene. He wasn’t sure why he had gotten so upset when she mentioned his mom. But at the same time he felt relieved. Lorene was the person closest to Bea and she seemed like a pretty decent lady. If she was okay with his past and didn’t judge him by it, then that was something to be optimistic about.
Lorene put the dinner in the oven and turned to Trevor, “Do you want me to put those in a vase for her, or…?” She was pointing at the flowers he bought.
Mr.T told him girls always liked getting flowers. Trevor picked these orange ones because they stood out against all the rest, kind of like Bea. But now they looked pathetic.
Trevor smiled, “I know. They look pretty bad, huh?”
“No, they’re beautiful, really. It’s just if I put them in a vase I can rearrange them a little better, clip off some of the broken stems. It really doesn’t matter, because Bea is just going to be thrilled to see you.”
He felt a flutter in his chest. “You think so? You don’t think she’s going to be pissed I’m here?”
Lorene walked over and leaned on the counter, looking him straight in the eye. “Trevor, she likes you a lot. She would kill me for telling you this, but she’s been moping around here nonstop for the last couple of weeks. I know Bea. She may not show it at first, but she will be very happy to see you.”
Nice! He tried to appear nonchalant and took a sip of his hot chocolate. “Really?”
Just then the front door opened and Bea walked into the kitchen. “Hey Lorene! You’ll never guess who—.” She stopped in mid-sentence when she saw him sitting at the counter.
He sat up straighter in his seat and tried to look casual, “Hey Bea,” he said.
God, she looked good. She had on a bright orange rain jacket with the hood pulled tight. Little wisps of her short black hair were plastered to the sides of her face.
She immediately ripped off her hood and started pushing her hair away from her face. “Hey,” she said with a cool tone.
Lorene walked over to the oven an d stirred the sauce. “You know what? I’m going to go check on that laundry.” She hurried out of the room without turning around.
Bea stayed in the entrance, her eyes avoiding his. Trevor quickly picked up the vase and walked over to her. He tried to remember what Lorene had told him, she doesn’t hate you Trevor.
“These are for you.” He handed her the orange daisies. “They match your jacket.” Apologize idiot!
“So what are you doing here?”
His heart pounded as he contemplated what to say. He needed to get it right. “Bea, I’m really sorry…I’m sorry I just left you a voicemail like that. I know that was really lame.”
At this , she finally looked at him, “Trevor I just don’t understand what happened. I know we weren’t hanging out that long, but I thought we were at least friends. I thought at least we could talk about it, but you just avoided me completely.”
He took the vase out of her hands and set it on the counter. Something was stirring in the pit of his stomach. “I know I was a jerk, and I’m sorry. Bea, you are my friend. And I hope we can be more.”
This was all so new to him and he felt his face getting hot once again. “And you
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