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“I still don’t know how you convinced me to come here.”
“Oh come on!” Lucky grinned at him. “You’ll have fun.”
Trevor glanced up at the sign above the building one more time, still in slight disbelief about where Lucky dragged him to.
Top Zone Karaoke Bar
“Karaoke… you brought me to listen to people do karaoke??” The tall boy questioned with furrowed eyebrows. When Lucky invited him to hang out, he figured why not and accepted it without really questioning things. He didn’t take Lucky as the kind to enjoy this sort of stuff.
But hey, people be people.
“No… I brought you here to do karaoke.” She corrected him.
Trevor stopped in his tracks.
“I’m sorry, what?”
“Come one, it’ll be fun!” The girl pointed out, taking him by the hand and dragging him inside the bar.
“What? I don’t want to do that!” Trevor denied.
“You’re going to have a good time.”
“Nope, nope.” He continued as they were already making their way to the stage. “Wait, did you already sign us up?!”
“Just you.” Lucky smirked. “I’m just here to watch.”
“Seriously?!”
“You might never know, it’ll get you a girl, or a guy.” She shrugged her shoulders. “Whatever tools your way, Spengler.”
“Lucky, I really don’t think this is a good idea-”
“It can help relief some stress that came from your family.” She stopped him, making the argument he had come to a halt.
Trevor sighed and glanced over to the stage.
Look… Trevor loved his family. He loved them dearly and he would do anything to keep them safe. But lately… they’ve made him feel kind of like shit.
He knows he’s not smart, not witty, not really anything that special. And yes, he’s proven to be rather independent. But, god does he wish that they would pay attention to him. Trevor would like for someone to assure him that he’s good enough, that he did a job well done. He wishes that they would take him more seriously, to listen to him to what he has to say. Sure, he’s not into science like Phoebe, but he’s gifted in other things such as cars and doing research on the places that they were called for missions.
Phoebe.
Phoebe, Phoebe, Phoebe.
Now, Trevor loves his little sister. Before the whole ghostbusting thing began, he pretty much helped his mom raise her after his biological father left them. Trevor had been 7, and Phoebe was 4. He accompanied her to and from school, made sure she did her homework, made dinner for them whenever mom was out working late (admittedly, his cooking was kind of shitty, but he tried, okay?!). For the eight years between that event and Summerville, Phoebe was Trevor’s baby as much as she was their mom’s. So yes, he loves her dearly. And so does everyone else around them.
And that’s what was the problem.
Phoebe was the gifted one, the smart one, the one that knew her way around ghostbusing better than anyone in the family. To a lot of people, she was seen as the golden child of the family. Trevor. On the other hand, was sort of seen as the black sheep. No one paid attention to him that much. He’s 18, after all, he can take care of himself perfectly fine. Except that… he craved the companionship. The way his mom and Gary would look at Phoebe, he wished they would look at him like that as well. He wants them to look and him to be able to feel proud and appreciated, not to feel like being in the way. Even in missions, Trevor had to be the one to take initiative and say that he’s doing okay because the other three didn’t bother asking.
He still remembers last week, following a successful bust that had involved Trevor having to take control of the Ecto-1, Phoebe, mom and Gary were all smiling and celebrating, telling each other that they did a job well done. And Trevor? Well, he got a pat on the back from Gary and his mom saying, “I love you, honey, but try to keep that car still for next time.” That night, Trevor had kind of snapped and angrily screamed into his pillow, grumbling profanities left and right.
And what hurts the most is that all of that was not on purpose. They just didn’t know how much they were hurting him.
He never said anything because he just knows what he’ll get if he ever tried.
Will it kill you to read?
You’re an adult, you can do it yourself.
You’ll be fine, brush it off.
Trevor looked over to Lucky again. She was the only one who knew about his plight with his family. She assures him that he was more than enough and that he definitely is needed, like the good platonic soulmate that she was. Hell… she’s the only one that knew that he was bisexual. And he knows that his family will accept him no matter what. He himself have hugged a crying Phoebe as she told him about Melody and how the ghost made her realize that she likes girls. But the thing that keeps him from coming out to them was how they’ll probably not give him the smiles and hugs and the “thank you so much for trusting us with this” that he would want. He’s sure that he’ll just get a “Cool, can you get me the remote?”
Trevor looked back at the stage, then Lucky, before he sighed and ran a hand down his hair.
“Well… I suppose it wouldn’t hurt.”
“Great! You’re up next according to the DJ.” Lucky said before pushing up the mini flight of stairs. “You’ll thank me later.”
“Wait, I don’t even know what I’m doing!” The tall boy protested.
“You do. You’ll see.”
“You being cryptic does not help me!”
Surely enough, he was now standing center stage, with a crowd now looking at him.
“Hey, wait a minute.” Someone from the crowd began. “Ain’t that one of the ghostbusters?”
“Holy shit, it is!”
“No fucking way!”
The crowd clamored into excitement over seeing one of New York’s saviors right in front of them, making the boy laugh lightly. It actually felt nice to be seen like this.
Then, the music began and instantly, Trevor glared at Lucky.
No… not this…
This is his Kryptonite, please no.
Damn you Lucky!!
And so, with great reluctance, Trevor opened his mouth and began to sing.
“You could be my silver spring.
Blue green, colors flashing.
I would be your only dream,
Your shining autumn, ocean crashing.”
Growing up, Trevor was strangely attracted to Fleetwood Mac’s music. Ever since he was a baby, actually. According to his mom, there was one time where little, baby him would not stop crying in the car. She and his biological father tried everything, but nothing really seemed to work. It wasn’t till Everywhere by Fleetwood Mac began to play on the radio when Trevor had calmed down and went back to cooing and shoving his tiny, sock-covered foot inside his mouth. Since then, the band had always had a special place in his heart.
“Don’t say that she’s pretty.
And did you say that she loved you?
Baby, I don’t wanna know.”
Trevor looked over to Lucky, who was grinning and giving him two thumbs up.
Oh, he shall be getting back at her for this later on.
“So I’ll begin not to love you.
Turn around, see me running.
I’ll say I loved you years ago
Tell myself, you never loved me, no.”
As Trevor got older, the more he was able to comprehend and understand the meaning of the lyrics of these songs. About the joy, about the sadness. About the pain, and especially about the heartbreak. Anyone who was a fan of Fleetwood Mac knew of the story behind Silver Springs. How Stevie Nicks wrote this as, essentially, a “fuck you” to Lindsay Buckingham for being a cheater. Honestly, the tall boy was not surprised to see it trending these days thanks to hundreds of TikTok’s set with the audio of the 1997 live version, where Stevie stared down her ex-lover during the end.
Perhaps that’s why Trevor liked to listen to it whenever he felt upset or angry, but didn’t want to lash out on anyone.
“Don’t say that she’s pretty.
And did you say that she loved you?
Baby, I don’t wanna know.
Oh, no.
And can you tell me it was worth it?
Baby, I don’t wanna know.”
There was some whistling in the crowd, which made Trevor smile. Some people actually liked his (in his words) not so pretty singing voice.
“Time cast a spell on you, but you won’t forget me.
I know I could’ve love you,
But you would not let me.”
Those smiles…
Trevor suddenly felt way more loved than he was in these past three years. He felt safe, loved, and actually appreciated. And so, he carried on.
“Time cast a spell on you, but you won’t forget me.
I know I could have love you, but you would not let me.
I’ll follow you down till the sound of my voice will haunt you.
You’ll never get away from the sound of the woman that loves you.
I’ll follow you down till the sound of my voice will haunt you.
Was I such a fool?”
Hearing the crowd singing along made the tall boy feel wonderful. And he closed his eyes as he finally let it go, feeling the tears fall down his cheeks as he did so.
And god, did it feel so good!
“You’ll never get away from the sound of the woman that loves you.
Was I such a fool?
I’ll follow you down till the sound of my voice will haunt you.
Give me just a chance.
You’ll never get away, never get away, never get away.”
The music came to a much needed slowdown as the last two verses were sung.
“You could be my silver spring.
Blue-green colors flashing.”
The crowd went bananas. There was loud cheering and whistling.
Trevor couldn't help the laugh and grin that escaped from him. Thank you.” He said before playfully bowing and getting off of the stage.
“Oh my god!” Lucky laughed as she and her best friend hugged. “Why the fuck didn’t you tell me you were that good?!”
“Well clearly, I don’t hear it.” Trevor joked before he pulled back. “Now if you excuse me, I should probably go and freshen up to the bathroom.” He said, tilting his head slightly as to motion to his now tear stained cheeks.
“You go do that.” Lucky said. “I’ll go ahead and order us some food. You’re probably starving.”
Trevor smiled at her before heading over to the bathroom.
Little did he know, that he was going to wake up the next day having received a lot more attention than he expected.