And with that Amber hung up, leaving Trevor quite perplexed, which only increased when he looked down and noticed his outfit.
Trevor was used to wearing outfits that attracted attention. He didn't really care. But it was hard not to take issue with the fact that the one color missing from his outfit was his favorite...black.
I hate it when Amber mothers me...I'm an adult, he thought, then his mind skipped a beat. Amber...that's one of those stuck up cheerleaders at school.. But I love Amber...
He fought between conflicting emotions before he finally grabbed something that appeared next to him and slung it over his shoulder and set off down the street. He needed to find Amber and sort this out.
He suddenly paused for no apparent reason and looked around. It was a beautiful day, wasn't it?
