Fiction Outtake: Quitting (the early days)


Trevor cradled his head in his arms and stared at the clouds. It was one of those days that was warm and the sun felt so good that he swore he could feel it reaching inside him and working on all those old broken bones, the ones the doctors said had healed but that hurt every now and then, anyway.

If he closed his eyes, he could imagine his body trying to repair itself. Eighteen was way too fucking young to be stuck with the scars from broken ribs, arms, and legs. Not to mention his nose; good thing Mitchell’s dad knew someone who’d been able to save it from looking and acting like a mashed potato. So fucking what if it had a hook and looked like a bird’s beak? It worked, it didn’t hurt, and hopefully no one would break it again.

The only thing he needed to make this scene down by the river even better was a girl, soothing other parts of him. Maybe even more than one. Maybe one part per girl. Trevor had a lot of parts.

When the shadow fell over him, he knew better than to hope some higher being had agreed with his plan. It had to be Mitchell, and not just because the big idiot was probably the only other person who knew about this spot. Trevor had been waiting for Mitchell to get the news and show up. Mitchell was dependable like that.

“Why’d you do it?” Mitchell asked with a sigh before Trevor even opened his eyes.

For a second, Trevor thought about pretending to be asleep, letting Mitchell rant until he got so frustrated with Trevor’s lack of response that he left. But it wouldn’t be out of the blue if Mitchell tried to kick him awake, either, and wasn’t he feeling some healing going on?

“I had a point to make,” he finally said.

“Which was?” Mitchell sat down beside him. Trevor could picture him stretching out his legs and crossing them at the ankle, leaning back on his elbows and turning his face to the sun.

“That if people don’t wake up and fucking think for themselves, they’ll never get anywhere in life.”

“Maybe they’re right. That you can’t get anywhere without a high school diploma.”

“Dude,” Trevor said, opening his eyes and turning his head so he could look at Mitchell — who was, predictably, stretched out just like Trevor had imagined. “We’re in a band. We’ve got tour dates booked. We’re going places. What do we need the lies they feed us in that joint for?”

“Just in case.”

Trevor snorted, making Mitchell open his left eye, the one that was now looking right at Trev. “If things are broke, you ought to fix them,” he insisted.

“So fix it,” Mitchell said. “Don’t go running off in a huff and expect everyone to fucking get it just ’cause you tell them to.”

“If you don’t shake things up, no one fixes shit. You know that as well as I do.”

“Maybe they don’t see a problem.”

Trevor shook his head. Of course he didn’t expect Mitchell to get it. People liked Mitchell. And he was a Voss. If he came to school with a fresh black eye every week, no one would sit his ass down and tell him that he should take lots of shop classes because that was going to be the best he would do for himself in life.

“I don’t need a fucking piece of paper to prove I’m worth something,” Trevor insisted.

“So shut up and just go and be something already.”

Trevor jumped to his feet. “I’m fucking trying!” he screamed. “I’m the one getting out there and lining up gigs for us! I’m the one kissing ass and trying to figure out the fucking contracts and all that other happy shit that goes along with this! The way you three pussies act, I’m the only one who cares about this band!”

“That’s because you’re the only one of us without a fall-back plan,” Mitchell said mildly.

“That’s because I’m the only smart one around here,” Trevor shot back. “I’m the one with all the faith Eric’s always preaching about. Where’s his? Where’s yours? If I weren’t up all your asses, you’d all be perfectly happy to sit around in your mom’s basement and make music all day.”

“Nothing wrong with that.”

“There will be,” Trevor said, jumping up and searching his pockets for a cigarette. “When she shakes things up and throws you out of her house and on your ass. Admit it. You won’t do shit until she does.”

Mitchell shrugged. “Maybe.”

Trevor stomped a foot and dropped his lighter. “And that’s my point!” He stabbed the air with his cigarette. “People don’t do shit unless they’re forced to. I’m not sitting around, waiting for you three to stop being scared of leaving town. I’m not wasting any more time in that fucking school. And I’m not putting up with any more shit! I want to fucking live already! Do shit I can tell my kids about one day! Live, motherfucker. I know I’m not the only one here who wants to.”

Mitchell handed his lighter back. “Making another scene, or is this the one you didn’t get to make in the office at school?”

“Fuck you, M,” Trevor snarled and turned his back on his best friend. He’d known Mitchell wouldn’t get it. Coddled little brothers like him didn’t know how to scrap for shit. Well, he’d show him, Trevor would. He’d make their stupid little band into the biggest thing to come out of Riverview, or he’d die trying.



  1. cheesygiraffe

    October 13, 2006 8:44 pm

    That’s our Trevor! Yeah! Outtake! Outtake! I loved it S. 🙂

  2. Susan Helene Gottfried

    October 13, 2006 8:46 pm

    Lemme guess. You dug this? *grin*BR/BR/Actually, I’m relieved. I posted it last night and you’re the first to comment! I was afraid no one liked it. 🙁

  3. Dana

    October 13, 2006 10:38 pm

    I like it also

  4. Susan Helene Gottfried

    October 14, 2006 8:04 am

    Thanks, Dana! I’m glad to see you here; hope you’ll come back more often and be a regular.

  5. marci

    October 14, 2006 2:01 pm

    I liked it too and could relate to Trevor … Sorry I didn’t post sooner. I had to red it in bits and pieces and only got back again this morning to read it as a whole.BR/BR/Bravo! More! More!

  6. Susan Helene Gottfried

    October 14, 2006 2:03 pm

    Bits and pieces? Was it too long?BR/BR/Anyway, glad you liked it. Not sure if things will speed up or slow down for a bit; I’m starting to agent hunt again. Ulp!

  7. marci

    October 14, 2006 4:06 pm

    Not too long at all — but I was reading at work. You know how that goes!BR/BR/Good luck on the agent hunt. Trevor’s overdue for his 15+ minutes of fame!

  8. Lauren

    October 14, 2006 10:38 pm

    Hey Susan!BR/I like it, but I’m having troubles placing where it would go??

  9. Susan Helene Gottfried

    October 14, 2006 11:28 pm

    Hi, guys! I agree, Marci; Trev’s overdue. Which, of course, just makes him cranky and more inclined to milk things for all he can get out of them!BR/BR/As for where this goes, Lauren, it’s not long after Mitchell’s Friend (let me know if I need to dig it up for you; it’s one of my favorites) — the band is new, the boys are young. This was never actually part of Trevor’s Song, the book. Just… a bit of background color.

  10. karen!

    October 15, 2006 9:01 am

    Sorry I didn’t post sooner… things have just been crazy here (as you well know)BR/BR/Anyway, I love the outtake. bravo!

  11. Susan Helene Gottfried

    October 15, 2006 9:07 am

    *takes bow*BR/BR/I don’t know if the outtakes are getting better, if you guys are more familiar with what’s going on with the characters, or what, but I swear, you guys are getting more and more vocal about your praise.BR/BR/This is NOT a complaint. And it’s not making my head bigger; I’m looking at it more like you’ve thrown down the gauntlet to continue to improve. BR/BR/So to all of you, thanks for that.

  12. anthonynorth

    May 23, 2008 5:29 pm

    This seems more gritty, intense. I liked it.

  13. Granny Smith

    May 24, 2008 12:47 pm

    I’m falling in love with these characters. Your dialogue rings absolutely true and delineates the differences in the personalities of Trevor and Mitchell.

  14. Robin

    May 24, 2008 2:20 pm

    Go Trevor! Nothing ever came from sitting around on your ass waiting for a break.BR/BR/Now take some of that energy and find Susan an agent already!

  15. Jennifer Hicks

    May 25, 2008 4:11 pm

    a work of passion. i felt the emotion and determination in Trevor…good job!

  16. amarettogirl

    May 25, 2008 11:28 pm

    I really enjoyed this especially since I LOVE fiction writing in general – but the characters, setting, dialogue and exchange was clever and very well-written!!! Thanks for sharing so a refreshingly unique post with SS!!BR/BR/

  17. texasblu

    May 27, 2008 11:57 am

    He’s got some good concepts, Trevor has. Waiting to hear how those stories he plans on creating goes… 😉

  18. Andy Sewina

    July 19, 2008 5:08 am

    Yeah, there’s some good dialouge here and a fairly decisive moment in your story by the sound of things..

  19. anthonynorth

    July 19, 2008 10:24 am

    Amazing. I can remember almost the self-same arguments in my old band. You’ve got it so real, there.BR/Excellent.

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