Trevor Fiction: I Dare You


“I dare you,” Trevor said, abandoning the sing-song he’d just been using. That song had never failed him before, but then, this was nothing compared to the sort of thing he usually dared Mitchell to do.

Trevor didn’t think Mitchell was aware he lifted one hand to his left ear and played with the earrings there. Yep, Trevor had dared Mitchell into letting him pierce the big idiot’s ear. And smoke pot in the bathroom at school. Fuck, he’d dared Mitchell into starting to smoke in the first fucking place.

And then there was the band he’d dared Mitchell to start, the girls he’d dared Mitchell into fucking…

Really. The big idiot couldn’t do shit without being dared. Ever.

It wasn’t like this one was such a big deal. One day. No guitar.

Crashing that private party at Moon Shadows had been a bigger deal than this was. Shit, they should have been arrested for that one. Underage, walking into a private party full of naked dancers and picking up one beer per hand… It had been a fuck of an entrance. Maybe that’s what had saved them ’cause Mitchell’s precious Voss family connections wouldn’t have.

“No,” Mitchell said. “Dare me all you want. I’m not taking a day off from the guitar. Gus told me not to.”

“Oh. Gus. Like he’s your god or something.”

“He knows what he’s talking about.”

“He’s some washed up shitty musician who managed to play sessions back in the sixties, when anyone with a fucking work ethic would get hired.”

“He’s been around the greats, Trev. He knows. If he says I shouldn’t take a day off unless I can’t help it, I’m not going to.”

“I’ll give you…” Trevor had to stop and think. He usually didn’t have to bribe people; they did shit for him just because he was Trevor and no one could deny the mighty Trevor Wolff.

“No,” Mitchell said again.

“Is that your favorite word or something?” Trevor asked, wrinkling up his nose and cocking his head. It was a risky move; he’d done it in school once and gotten patted on the head by the teacher he pulled it on.

Mitchell didn’t pat dogs on the head, let alone people.

“Yes,” Mitchell said.

Trevor shook his head and turned away. This sucked. Mitchell never said no. Ever. The guy wasn’t capable of it.

Until you brought the guitar into it. Trevor wanted to kick the thing, but knew that Mitchell would drop kick him if he did. And then the big idiot and his guitar would never be parted, like some of that stupid, sappy shit they’d tried to make him read in school.

The big idiot followed him outside for a smoke, but every time Trevor opened his mouth to try from another angle, the guy said, “No” before Trevor could get sound out. It was all too obvious that Trevor had lost this round.

But he’d find a way to win the war. He fucking would.

Yep, another Sunday Scribbling. You’ve met Gus before, too. Sort of. His legend is beginning to grow.



  1. Bobkat

    December 21, 2009 5:59 am

    I can’t see Trevor letting this one lie, no siree. But then I can’t see Mitchell budging either!
    .-= Bobkat´s last blog ..Oh! Christmas Tree =-.

  2. Shelley Munro

    December 22, 2009 3:58 am

    Good on Mitchell. I think it’s great that someone is saying no to Trevor. Someone has to keep him grounded. 😉
    .-= Shelley Munro´s last blog ..Sleepless Night =-.

  3. Ann

    December 22, 2009 8:09 pm

    Immovable Object meet Irresistable force. 🙂
    .-= Ann´s last blog ..Curl up with a book… and a Nook =-.

  4. Dee

    December 22, 2009 10:31 pm

    You go Mitchell, man up and don’t be pushed around 🙂 Gus is wise!
    .-= Dee´s last blog ..Algonquin Magic =-.

  5. Thomma Lyn

    December 23, 2009 12:20 am

    *grin*! I love how Mitchell can’t be parted from his guitar! Yes, a musician to his bone marrow. 🙂

    And smooches to Trevor!

  6. Petula

    December 23, 2009 12:21 am

    Guess what I got in the mail the other day? A copy of The Demo Tapes. 😀 … I’ve kept it in my shopping cart all this time to remind myself to purchase it. As soon as I post all of my behind book reviews I am going to start reading yours. I’m excited.

    Sorry this has nothing to do with the current post.
    .-= Petula´s last blog ..Undermount kitchen sinks =-.

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