There is literally no point to this story, but here ya go ☆

"Uhhh…." Trevor said looking at the menu, leaning over Michael, his hand pressing hard into his thigh for support. Being in the drive through for 17 minutes at Burger Shot was not the best part of Michael’s day.
“I can’t decide between the number 5 or the 11.” Trevor said.
“And a number 5 with a sprunk.” Michael spoke into the speaker.
“Ok, your total’s gunna be $7.39.”
Trevor leaned back to his seat, looking to Michael with disbelief.
“I asked which one I should get. Not fucking order for me.”
“Well, you were taking too long. So I picked for-“
“It doesn’t even matter.” Trevor said now leaning against the window.
“Whatever. He’ll eat it anyways.” Michael thought to himself.
He pulled up, payed, and got their meal.
He handed the greasy bag to Trevor.
“Can we at least eat it in the car then?”
“Aw come on Trev. I’m tired and I wanna just go-“
Trevor interrupted Michael with a loud sigh.
“It’s always been about you hasn’t it? Michael.”
He glared at Trevor for a while.
“Goddamn it.” He said sighing, covering his face with both hands.
“You know what, fine. You act like a fuckin 2 year old sometimes, you know that?” He said parking into a spot facing the busy highway. Immediately Trevor perked up and gave a grin.
“I don’t know why you like eating in the parking lot so much.”
“I just like it. Is there a problem?”
“Mm-mm.”
After about 5 minutes, Trevor could see he was boring Michael being quiet. He decided on a shitty joke.
“So you know about the, uh, circus, in town?”
“No.” Michael said before biting into his burger.
“Did you wanna go?”
“What are we? 12?”
“Aww come on. I hear it’s… intense.” (In tents)
Trevor said trying his best not to smile.
Michael, going for a bite, he instead put his burger down and stared in front of him for a second.
“You’re a real pain in my ass you know that?” Turning to Trevor.
“Oh, I sure do.”
Trevor chuckled putting an arm behind Michael’s neck, hinting about last night.
“No, get off me.” Michael said annoyed, taking Trevor’s arm from behind his neck.
“Ok. Ok.” He kept to himself from then on.
“Well then.” Trevor clapped.
“I’m done. What about you pork chop?”
“Yeah, I guess.” He said handing Trevor a half eaten burger.
“Wow! Surprising. You actually didn’t finish. That must be an achievement for ya huh, Mikey?” Trevor put the burger away.
“Will you just?” Michael snatched the bag, got out and walked toward a nearby trash can.
“Jesus what’s wrong with him today?” Trevor thought to himself.

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stevensnogg:

i-kinda-got-a-little-angry:

chop-the-dog:

seeing trevor for the first time: oh my god what a fucking asshole i can’t believe this he has to be the morally worst character i’ve ever seen fuck this guy

seeing trevor after beating gtav; THERE HE IS THE LOVE OF MY LIFE OH MY GOD I LOVE YOU YOU NASTY OLD MAN I LOVE YOUUUU

Me. Totally me.

I relate to this on a spiritual level

modest-musician asked:

hold up you're from wisco??? do you still live there cause I live in wisco that's rad as fuck

I wish I still did ;-;
I moved a couple of years ago to Texas, which is the exact opposite of Wisconsin. *no snow omg*
And then I moved back for the summer which was weird, because we were supposed to stay there for a while, but that didn’t happen. And I am now back in this heat stroke of a state they call Texas.