Let's call it a night, gentlemen!"

Let's call it a night, gentlemen!" Carl called out through a bullhorn.

Trevor shot one last bolt into the metal frame before he wiped the sweat off his forehead with the back of his arm. He looked at his watch and nearly groaned. It figured that the first time they got out on time in weeks and he had a ton of shit to do. He started to make a mental list of all the shit he had to do as he grabbed his tools and headed for the ladder. There was no food in his house, he still had a shit load of laundry to do, and the sink was overflowing with dishes. Looked like he was putting off his haircut for another night, he thought with disgust as he shoved the hair out of his face.

Maybe he should call his aunt and grovel so that.........

A huge shit eating grin suddenly tipped his lips when he remembered the deal he'd made with his little tenant this morning. Oh this was fucking perfect, he thought. He had no doubt that she'd take the job he offered her even if his uncle hired her this morning. There was no way he could have missed the excited expression on her face when he pointed out that it would give her extra money, but just in case.....

He quickly handed over the tools he'd used to one of the supervisors and waited to be signed out. A few minutes later he headed for his truck as he took his phone out. Just when he thought voice mail was about to pick up Zoe answered, sounding out of breath.

"Hello?"

"Hey, Zoe. It's me," Trevor said, unlocking his door and tossing his tool belt inside the truck.

"Me who?" Zoe asked, sounding confused.

That caught him off guard. He couldn't remember having a woman not know it was him when he called. Granted that was probably because they all waited by the phone for his call and expected him, he reassured himself. He was memorable damn it!

"It's Trevor," he bit out.

"Oh," she mumbled, sounding even more confused. "How did you get this number?"

"It was on your rental application," he said, pausing by his door when he spotted his cousin walking towards him. "I just wanted to find out how things with my uncle went today." And of course he wanted to know if she'd done all his grunt work so he could get a haircut, hit the bar and maybe get laid for the first time in a long time, but she didn't need to know all the little details.

"Hey, Trevor!" Hank, an obnoxious asshole his uncle hired a few years ago, yelled from across the yard as he waved Trevor over. Like most days he simply ignored the jerk. If Trevor was an asshole, and he'd admit that he was, then that prick was the biggest douche bag on earth.

At least once a week he had to put up with the jerk trying, hell, more like begging him to go hang out with him and pick up women. It was never going to happen. The man looked and acted like a sleazebag and went for anything with a pair of tits and thought that made him king shit and he wanted Trevor along for the ride so that he could get his hands on the type of women that Trevor normally dated, fucking hot and nearly perfect.

"I got the job!" she said excitedly, grabbing his attention. "I start tomorrow!"

"That's great," he said, wondering if she used fabric softener in his laundry or if she even did it. Did the woman forget about him and his needs now that she had a job? Kind of inconsiderate of her, he thought, arching a brow when his clearly pissed off cousin walked around his truck and climbed into the passenger side without a word.

"Is there something you needed? I'm kind of in the middle of putting your groceries away before the ice cream melts," she said absently, he could hear the sounds of plastic bags rustling in the background.

She got him ice cream? He fucking loved ice cream.

"What flavor?" he asked, licking his lips in anticipation of the sweet treat.

"I don't remember right now. I bought you several half gallons because I wasn't sure what you liked, but I really have to get off the phone so I can put the stuff away. The checkout line was really long and then I got held up in traffic so-"

"No, that's fine. I just wanted to see if you got the job," he lied. He could have just as easily asked his uncle if he'd really wanted to know. As far as he was concerned his guilt was washed away when he hired her this morning. Anything else was just a plus.

"Oh, that was nice of you. Thank you," she said, sounding truly surprised, which kind of pissed him off since he was fucking nice. Didn't he just find her two jobs out of the goodness of his heart? "I really have to go now. Bye," she said, hanging up before he could respond. Damn infuriating tenant, he thought as he turned his scowl on his cousin.

"What the hell do you want?"

"What the hell does it look like?" Jason snapped. "I need a ride home."

"So? Go find your wife and have her drive your ass home. I have plans," he said, getting in and starting the truck. He threw his cousin an expectant look that clearly told the other man to get his ass out.

Jason simply crossed his arms over his wide chest and leaned back. "She already left for the day."

"Call her and tell her to come pick your ass up," Trevor said, giving the door a pointed look.

"She's sleeping," Jason said as if that should mean something to him. It didn't. Sure he liked Haley and if his cousin hadn't managed to trick her into marrying him he would have made an exception for her height and taken a go at her, but that didn't mean he gave a rat's ass that she'd have to cut her nap short and come get her pain in the ass husband.

"So? Wake her up and have her come get you. She should be awake when watching the baby anyway," he pointed out.

Jason snorted. "Wow, you really are an asshole."

Trevor simply nodded. "Yeah, pretty much."

"She was falling asleep at her desk so Dad called up Jill and Mary. They came and got her and one of them drove her and the car home and Dad decided to take Cole home for the night to give her a break," Jason said, sounding exhausted.

"Why didn't they have you bring her home?"

"They wanted to give her a break from all my fussing," he said, pouting.

Knowing there really wasn't much choice in the matter, Trevor threw the car into drive and headed towards the center of town. He still couldn't believe the lovesick bastard sitting next to him was the same man who'd fucked their Cousin Eric's fiancé at the rehearsal dinner to win a bet. Granted, he'd started that bet, but that didn't change the fact that his cousin had changed and not for the better as far as he was concerned.

Not that he'd ever admit it, but Trevor had always been intimidated by his cousin, not in looks of course, but just in the way everything came so easily to Jason, especially when they were kids. Jason learned to tie his shoes at two, ride a bike by three, read at two, and pretty much dominated any sport he played while Trevor had to ask his mother to tie his shoes for him until he was seven, still rode a bike with training wheels while all their friends were popping wheelies on two wheels and he was ashamed to say that he hadn't learned how to read until he was fifteen and that was only because a teacher discovered that he'd been getting other kids to do his homework for him, including Jason.

Finding out that he was dyslexic had been one of worst moments of his life. He still remembered the look on his father's face when the school counselor explained that he needed to be placed in special classes. That's just about the same time his father started to call him retard, telling him how glad he was that they didn't share the same last name and canceling their weekend visits. When he did show up, which wasn't often, he spent most of their visit talking about how great Jason was and how much he wished Trevor was more like his cousin.

Two months after he started the special classes he brought home a report card full of C-'s and D's, but he'd been so goddamn proud of that report card because he'd earned it all on his own. His father had taken one look at his report card before backhanding him, knocking him on his ass in front of his cousins and friends.

While everyone else ran to get help, Jason took it upon himself to beat the shit out of the man. Jared and the rest of his mother's brothers came running out of the house minutes later and had to tear Jason off the man so that they could get in their hits.

To this day he wasn't sure if it was the embarrassment of getting his ass kicked by a fifteen year old kid or the shame of having him as a son, but he hadn't seen or heard from his father since. After that day he stopped trying in school and gave up on everything, content to sit back and watch as his cousin Jason kicked ass in life.

As much as he tried when they were kids he just couldn't hate Jason. He was a funny, laid back guy, who could be an asshole and embarrass the ever loving shit out of him, but he was always a decent guy and Trevor loved him, not that he would ever admit that. He'd never begrudged his cousin anything in life because he was family and even though the bastard was insanely smart and a Harvard grad to boot he never acted like it, making it easier for Trevor to be around him and not feel like the loser that he knew he was.

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Mari kita menyebutnya malam, tuan-tuan! " Carl memanggil melalui pengeras.Trevor menembak satu terakhir baut ke bingkai logam sebelum ia mengusap keringat off dahinya dengan bagian belakang lengan. Dia melihat dan hampir mengerang. Itu memperkirakan bahwa pertama kali mereka keluar tepat waktu dalam minggu dan dia punya satu ton kotoran untuk melakukan. Dia mulai membuat daftar mental semua kotoran yang harus ia lakukan karena ia meraih alat dan menuju tangga. Ada tidak ada makanan di rumahnya, ia masih memiliki beban kotoran binatu untuk melakukan, dan wastafel meluap dengan hidangan. Tampak seperti dia adalah menunda-nunda rambut untuk malam lain, ia berpikir dengan jijik sebagaimana ia mendorong rambut dari wajahnya.Mungkin dia harus memanggil saudaranya dan disini jawabannya... sehingga...Kotoran besar makan senyum tiba-tiba Tip bibirnya ketika dia ingat kesepakatan dibuatnya dengan penyewa nya sedikit pagi ini. Oh ini adalah fucking sempurna, pikirnya. Ia tidak diragukan lagi bahwa dia akan mengambil pekerjaan yang ia mempersembahkan dia bahkan jika pamannya mempekerjakan pagi ini. Ada tidak ada cara yang dia bisa kehilangan bersemangat ekspresi wajahnya ketika ia menunjukkan bahwa itu akan memberikan uang tambahan, tetapi hanya dalam kasus...Ia dengan cepat menyerahkan alat-alat yang ia digunakan untuk salah satu pengawas dan menunggu untuk sign out. Beberapa menit kemudian dia menuju truk-Nya sebagai ia mengambil telepon. Hanya ketika dia pikir pesan suara hendak mengambil Zoe menjawab, terdengar kehabisan napas."Halo?""Hei, Zoe. Itu adalah saya,"kata Trevor, membuka pintu dan melemparkan sabuk alat di dalam truk."Saya yang?" Zoe bertanya, terdengar bingung.Yang menangkap lengah. Dia tidak bisa ingat wanita tidak tahu itu dia ketika dia menelepon. Diberikan itu mungkin karena mereka semua menunggu oleh telepon untuk panggilan-Nya dan berharap dia, dia meyakinkan dirinya sendiri. Dia adalah kenangan sialan!"Itu adalah Trevor," ia sedikit keluar."Oh," Dia berkata, terdengar bahkan lebih bingung. "Bagaimana Apakah Anda mendapatkan nomor ini?""Itu adalah di sewa aplikasi Anda," katanya, berhenti oleh pintu ketika dia melihat sepupunya berjalan ke arahnya. "Aku hanya ingin mengetahui bagaimana hal-hal dengan paman saya pergi hari ini." Dan tentu saja dia ingin tahu apakah dia telah melakukan semua pekerjaan kasar sehingga ia bisa mendapatkan potongan rambut, memukul bar dan mungkin diletakkan untuk pertama kalinya dalam waktu yang lama, tapi ia tidak perlu untuk mengetahui semua rincian kecil."Hei, Trevor!" Hank, bajingan menjengkelkan pamannya mempekerjakan beberapa tahun yang lalu, berteriak dari di halaman seperti Dia melambaikan tangan Trevor atas. Seperti kebanyakan hari ia mengabaikan si brengsek. Jika Trevor adalah seorang bajingan, dan dia akan mengakui bahwa ia, maka tusukan adalah tas douche terbesar di bumi.At least once a week he had to put up with the jerk trying, hell, more like begging him to go hang out with him and pick up women. It was never going to happen. The man looked and acted like a sleazebag and went for anything with a pair of tits and thought that made him king shit and he wanted Trevor along for the ride so that he could get his hands on the type of women that Trevor normally dated, fucking hot and nearly perfect."I got the job!" she said excitedly, grabbing his attention. "I start tomorrow!""That's great," he said, wondering if she used fabric softener in his laundry or if she even did it. Did the woman forget about him and his needs now that she had a job? Kind of inconsiderate of her, he thought, arching a brow when his clearly pissed off cousin walked around his truck and climbed into the passenger side without a word."Is there something you needed? I'm kind of in the middle of putting your groceries away before the ice cream melts," she said absently, he could hear the sounds of plastic bags rustling in the background.She got him ice cream? He fucking loved ice cream."What flavor?" he asked, licking his lips in anticipation of the sweet treat."I don't remember right now. I bought you several half gallons because I wasn't sure what you liked, but I really have to get off the phone so I can put the stuff away. The checkout line was really long and then I got held up in traffic so-""No, that's fine. I just wanted to see if you got the job," he lied. He could have just as easily asked his uncle if he'd really wanted to know. As far as he was concerned his guilt was washed away when he hired her this morning. Anything else was just a plus."Oh, that was nice of you. Thank you," she said, sounding truly surprised, which kind of pissed him off since he was fucking nice. Didn't he just find her two jobs out of the goodness of his heart? "I really have to go now. Bye," she said, hanging up before he could respond. Damn infuriating tenant, he thought as he turned his scowl on his cousin."What the hell do you want?""What the hell does it look like?" Jason snapped. "I need a ride home.""So? Go find your wife and have her drive your ass home. I have plans," he said, getting in and starting the truck. He threw his cousin an expectant look that clearly told the other man to get his ass out.Jason simply crossed his arms over his wide chest and leaned back. "She already left for the day.""Call her and tell her to come pick your ass up," Trevor said, giving the door a pointed look."She's sleeping," Jason said as if that should mean something to him. It didn't. Sure he liked Haley and if his cousin hadn't managed to trick her into marrying him he would have made an exception for her height and taken a go at her, but that didn't mean he gave a rat's ass that she'd have to cut her nap short and come get her pain in the ass husband."So? Wake her up and have her come get you. She should be awake when watching the baby anyway," he pointed out.Jason snorted. "Wow, you really are an asshole."Trevor simply nodded. "Yeah, pretty much.""She was falling asleep at her desk so Dad called up Jill and Mary. They came and got her and one of them drove her and the car home and Dad decided to take Cole home for the night to give her a break," Jason said, sounding exhausted."Why didn't they have you bring her home?""They wanted to give her a break from all my fussing," he said, pouting.Knowing there really wasn't much choice in the matter, Trevor threw the car into drive and headed towards the center of town. He still couldn't believe the lovesick bastard sitting next to him was the same man who'd fucked their Cousin Eric's fiancé at the rehearsal dinner to win a bet. Granted, he'd started that bet, but that didn't change the fact that his cousin had changed and not for the better as far as he was concerned.Not that he'd ever admit it, but Trevor had always been intimidated by his cousin, not in looks of course, but just in the way everything came so easily to Jason, especially when they were kids. Jason learned to tie his shoes at two, ride a bike by three, read at two, and pretty much dominated any sport he played while Trevor had to ask his mother to tie his shoes for him until he was seven, still rode a bike with training wheels while all their friends were popping wheelies on two wheels and he was ashamed to say that he hadn't learned how to read until he was fifteen and that was only because a teacher discovered that he'd been getting other kids to do his homework for him, including Jason.Finding out that he was dyslexic had been one of worst moments of his life. He still remembered the look on his father's face when the school counselor explained that he needed to be placed in special classes. That's just about the same time his father started to call him retard, telling him how glad he was that they didn't share the same last name and canceling their weekend visits. When he did show up, which wasn't often, he spent most of their visit talking about how great Jason was and how much he wished Trevor was more like his cousin.Two months after he started the special classes he brought home a report card full of C-'s and D's, but he'd been so goddamn proud of that report card because he'd earned it all on his own. His father had taken one look at his report card before backhanding him, knocking him on his ass in front of his cousins and friends.While everyone else ran to get help, Jason took it upon himself to beat the shit out of the man. Jared and the rest of his mother's brothers came running out of the house minutes later and had to tear Jason off the man so that they could get in their hits.To this day he wasn't sure if it was the embarrassment of getting his ass kicked by a fifteen year old kid or the shame of having him as a son, but he hadn't seen or heard from his father since. After that day he stopped trying in school and gave up on everything, content to sit back and watch as his cousin Jason kicked ass in life.As much as he tried when they were kids he just couldn't hate Jason. He was a funny, laid back guy, who could be an asshole and embarrass the ever loving shit out of him, but he was always a decent guy and Trevor loved him, not that he would ever admit that. He'd never begrudged his cousin anything in life because he was family and even though the bastard was insanely smart and a Harvard grad to boot he never acted like it, making it easier for Trevor to be around him and not feel like the loser that he knew he was.