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she and trev were sitting parallel to each other on the floor of her room, somehow phoebe found herself there- she only vaguely remembered the events leading up to that moment. but she honestly didn't want to remember... even if it was a fascinating thing to take in, their (not) newfound bond. their old yet recently ignored bond- due to becoming teenagers, and finding their true interests lying on opposite halves of the world, it seemed. girls vs. physics. can you guess which belonged to who?
but the problem was, a specific one of them- herself- had found her breaking her normal suit for a girl that drew her attention, much too alike to her reckless brother who'd do anything for what he called a "crush". something she wasn't too proud of mimicking.
"what's a crush?" she asked into the silence, half hoping that he hadn't heard her voice- but, alas, he turned his head, and a puzzled look formed on his face.
"you don't know what a crush is?"
"no."
"god, you have a lot to learn," trevor would joke, but phoebe didn't laugh- he took this as the signal to start talking honestly, before phoebe left. "a crush... well, you like them. a lot. and you get happy and warm around them. and sometimes, you do stupid shit. for them, with them.. doesn't matter. you act dumb, and sometimes people pretend to be a lot cooler than they are..."
"like you and lucky back in summerville?"
"...yeah, like us. but we're just friends now."
silence.
"i think i had a crush."
"on who?"
"the ghost."
"oh. her?" his expression changed from confused, to understanding, within a split millisecond that send nervous shivers down her spine. it felt like coming out to trevor all over again.
"yeah."
"that's cool. she seemed good looking, never knew you had good taste- thought it stopped at that one girl from fresh beat band." at that, phoebe blushed a bit with embarrassment, before sighing and shaking the thought away.
she missed her.
"her name was melody."
"like the diner?"
"i guess, um... yeah. like the diner. i think her family worked there and owned it. or something. i don't know."
"do you miss her?"
a pause. phoebe's heartbeat was in her ears.
"trev, you've- you've asked a lot of stupid questions, but i think this one takes the cake." she couldn't help but laugh a bit.
"hey, what?" he was getting playfully defensive, a smile cracking on his face and lightening the mood ever so slightly- before he realized phoebe hugging her knees to her chest, almost like she was crying, but she wasn't.
"im sorry. i do miss her."
her voice was shaky, but audible- "hey, i know you do. but i know she loved you. at least, im pretty sure. im a lot more of an attentive brother than you could probably think."
"i think i know that."
another pause.
"and i think im ready to tell mom. about melody."
"im proud of you."
"she was, my... home. she showed up when i had nightmares, there to comfort me, until she wasn't. i trusted her. god i miss her. she knew so much about me, about how i felt, i..."
and trev was listening.
the heartbeat grew louder in her ears. and her voice went quiet.
"i loved her, trev."
"i know you did."