The Letter

Trevor x Reader

Your live in Los Santos couldn't be more perfect. You had a job in a jeweler, you lived near the beach and the best of all was your apartment. Nothing could bring you down! Except for stupid costumers, who are thinking that they can do everything in your shop.

It was one of those days where you came at 7pm. Mostly you don't get up early, but you felt the need to do so. As the front door was unlocked, you went in, looking at all this wonderful jewelery. The front desk was covered in a little layer of dust. You went to get yourself a cloth before you started to clean it. Maybe I can tidy up the little storage room before I have to work? The storage room was a mess! You could barerly see the floor. Everything was covered in dust and it smelled like nobody has cleaned it since you got here. But the sad thing is: You were working here since you turned 17. Now, after 15 years and no sight of changing the job, you started to clean this mess up. After all you still loved this place with all your heart. As you had put away some old magazines, your sight slipped over a little letter. It was as dirty as everything else in here. There was something written on it: "To Trevor P."

And now all the memories came back. When you were young, Trevor was one of your best friends. Everyone else said that he was bat-shit-crazy but you never believed them. Sadly he was your only male friend. But after you had a job, you lost the contact. A little smile came over your face, as you opened the envelope.
"Dear Trevor,
I know this might sound dumb right now, but I really like you. You're my best friend and I wish you feel the way I do. I hope one day we can be more than friends.

Love,
(Y/N)"

Your face truned red as you remembered. As a teenager, you had crush on him. But you never gave him this letter in fear of being refused. Oh man. Your stomach started to crumble as you thought of looking for him. But where should you start? You glaced on you watch. Fuck! I have to work now! How could you forget? After all you have to work here and not to revel in old memories. And guess who your first costumer was: Yeah, damn right. It was Christina, an old friend of yours. ,,Hi (Y/N)! So still running this place? Aren't you tired of this?" You never really liked her. All she did was complaining about your life. Your sight was going down to the desk. ,,Anything… wrong?" She really sound worried. ,,Uhm…", you stuttered. ,,Do you rememver Trevor? Ya know? That young man with-" ,, OH HELL YES!" Christina looked surprised. ,, He was this crazy motherfucker who always got in trouble, right? Oh man! He was so stupid all the time and once the police came to the-"

,,Shut up!" You knew your face already turned red. ,,I-I… I need to find him. It's really urgent." Her jaw dropped as you gave her the letter. ,,Uh…Dude? Really? Him?" She chuckled as you gave you the letter back. ,,Yeah, so what? Wanna tell me where he is?" Christina started to look around for a new pair of earrings. ,,Maybe?" She smiled at you as you started to be serious. ,, Maybe? What the fuck? Seriously, I need to find him." Your eyes were filled with anger and despair. All you wanted was to find Trevor and giving him the stupid, little love-letter. ,,Ok ok! Stop being so mad! All I know is he lives in Sandy Shores. Blaine Country. Yeah right, in the old trailer park. He drives a red and rusty old truck if ya wanna know that." That's it. You picked up your jacket. ,,(Y/N)! Where are you going?" ,,Meeting Trevor! Please take good care of my beloved jeweler!" Before Christina could have said anything, you were already on your way to Blaine Country.