Aw fuck," Trevor muttered when he o

Aw fuck," Trevor muttered when he opened the fridge to grab his packed lunch only to remember that he didn't have one. He'd forgotten to go to the store last night. "Damn it."

Looked like he was hitting the coffee truck today, he thought unhappily. They never stocked it with enough food. He grabbed his tool belt and hardhat and headed for the door, already in a pissy mood at the prospect of starving. His only hope was that his cousins and uncles bagged their lunch so that he would have a chance at getting a decent lunch today. He hated competing with those bastards for food, especially his uncle who wasn't above kicking everyone's ass for a damn cupcake.

It was really kind of pathetic, he thought even as his stomach rumbled, liking the idea of a dozen or so cupcakes for breakfast. Perhaps he'd stop by Mary Lou's on the way to work and pick some up.

He stepped out of his apartment, trying to be quiet and not wake up his little tenant. It was kind of funny how after last night he was more conscious of all the noise he made. Before last night he honestly hadn't given it much thought. He quietly closed the front door behind him and scooped up her newspaper so he could look at the picture highlights from last night's game and carried it to his truck, deciding he'd be more considerate in small steps.

Halfway to his truck he paused and frowned as he watched some asshole reaching into Zoe's car.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" he demanded, resuming his pace and hurrying towards the jackass. The man noticeably started as he stood up. He took one look at Trevor and dropped the armful of CD's he was holding and took off at a dead run.

"Don't let me catch you around here again, asshole!" Trevor called after him, wishing he had the time to go after the piece of shit and knock some sense into him.

He walked back to his truck and threw his shit in and slammed the door shut, wincing when he realized how loud it was and hoping he hadn't woke her up since he had a pretty good idea that she'd stayed up most of the night pacing.

There was a lot more shit in her life besides losing her job and he had no interest in finding out about any of it. It was bad enough that he actually asked about her work drama, and that had only been because he'd felt bad about what he said. He didn't want or need to find out about any of the other shit.

He walked over to her car and cringed as he picked up her CD's. What kind of sick bastard listened to Phil Collins? God, this woman needed more help than he thought, he mused as he collected her CD cases and tossed them in her car. A dark frown crossed his features as he took in the soaked driver's seat and open window.

What in the hell was she thinking leaving the window down last night? he wondered as he looked at his watch. He really didn't have time for this, but he couldn't just leave her car here, knowing that bastard would come back.

With a resigned groan he walked back to the house and let himself inside and knocked on her door. He was just about to run up to his bedroom to see if he could wake her up through the wall when her door opened.

"Zoe, I--Oh God!" he said, clutching his chest and stumbling back.

"What?" she asked, looking anxiously around herself as she held a large brown muffin against her chest.

With a shaky hand he pointed at the offending item that she dared bring into his house. "What the hell is that?"

She looked down and frowned. "My muffin?"

"How could you?" he demanded hoarsely as he shook his head in disgust.

"What the hell are you freaking out about?" she demanded, looking around again.

"That shirt!" he said, pointing wildly towards the Red Sox shirt that she dared to wear in his presence. "What the hell were you thinking?"

She sent him a look that clearly stated that she thought he was crazy. He inwardly snorted at that. He wasn't the one sporting a fucking Red Sox shirt.

"I was thinking that it was cute and comfortable," she said, shrugging as if it were no big deal.

Oh, god, he was going to be sick. He stumbled forward and snatched the muffin out of her hand.

"Hey!"

"I need sustenance to deal with this, woman!" he snapped before taking a huge bite of her muffin. It took a split second before the taste hit and when it did he ran past her and headed for the small wicker basket trash can she had by her couch and spit the entire bite out, but that wasn't enough. The horrible taste was still in his mouth.

"It wasn't that bad, was it?" she asked, worrying her bottom lip.

He threw her a disbelieving look as he rushed past her into the kitchen. He threw open her refrigerator and nearly wept with relief when he spotted the nearly full gallon of orange juice. He grabbed the jug, tore the cap off and tossed it into the sink behind him as he started chugging the orange juice, hoping that it would take that god awful taste out of his mouth.

"Okay, now you're just exaggerating," she said, sounding exasperated, but the nervous look on her face told another tale.

He narrowed a glare on her as he finished off half her orange juice. Gasping, he pulled the gallon away from his mouth and cringed when he tasted a hint of that scary muffin. When she opened her mouth to say something, he held up a hand to stop her and chugged the rest of the orange juice.

"What the hell did you just try poisoning me with?" he demanded, still panting.

"Hey," she snapped, placing her hands on her generous hips. "No one told you to steal my muffin!"

"I needed nourishment after the scare that you gave me! How could you wear a Red Sox shirt in front of me?" he demanded, jumping back when he spotted the large plate of dark brown muffins on the counter. "And what the hell kind of muffins are those?"

"Apple," she mumbled, worrying her lip again.

"Apple?" he repeated in disbelief. His eyes shot back to the things that had no business being called muffins and shook his head in disbelief. He'd never seen a brown, almost black apple muffin before and he was a man who knew his muffins.

She threw up her hands and let them drop by her sides. "I'm not a good cook. Okay? Are you happy now?"

He looked between the plate of muffins he swore just moved and her tee shirt that needed to be incinerated and shook his head. "I'm truly at a loss for words here," he muttered.

Zoe blew a strand of hair out of her face as she continued to glare at him. "Is there a reason you came knocking on my door at six-thirty in the morning besides to remind me that I can't cook?"

Trevor blinked. "That's not enough?"

She growled and he couldn't help but smile.

"Actually, I came back to tell you to move your car and to find out why the hell you left your window down last night," he said, moving to fold his arms over his chest when something caught his eye.

His stomach growled viciously as he reached over and snatched an iced honey bun off her counter and ripped it open.

"Please help yourself," she said dryly.

"Thanks," he said, taking a huge bite of the delicious treat. As he ate the snack he did his best to appear innocent as his free hand slowly made its way back to the pile of individually wrapped baked treats that she foolishly left lying on the counter for anyone to steal.

With an eye roll, she stepped past him and pushed the treats his way. "Just take them."

"Thanks," he said, grabbing them and not giving her a chance to change her mind.

As he ripped open a cherry pie and dug in he watched as she grabbed a plastic shopping bag and held it out to him. "Put them in here," she said.

His eyes narrowed on her and the bag. "Why?" he asked cautiously, afraid she was trying to steal his treats.

Just what kind of sick game was she playing?

"Forget it," she said on an exasperated sigh, heading back to her cabinets. As he snacked away he watched her go through each cabinet and pull out yummy treats that caused his poor neglected stomach to rumble.

A few minutes later when all his treats were long gone and he was downing her last Coke, she handed him three shopping bags full of junk food.

"What's this?" he asked, taking them.

"I've decided to go on a diet," she said, pulling her hair back into a ponytail.

He visibly winced, remembering what he said last night and feeling like an asshole all over again. "If this is about what I said last night I'm really so-"

"It has nothing to do with you," she said, cutting him off. "I've just decided to make some changes in my life."

Guilt was a real bitch, he decided.

"Are you going to my uncle's for an interview?" he asked, hoping she would so that he could get rid of some of this damn guilt he had over insulting her. He still didn't know what the hell he was thinking. He'd never been that rude to a woman before and he'd dealt with some real bitches over the years. If his aunt ever found out what he said.....

Oh shit, he really hoped she didn't tell his aunt.

Zoe shrugged. "It's worth a shot."

"You don't sound too sure," he noted, leaning a hip against the counter.

"I'm not expecting a good reference from my old boss," she sighed. "I don't think I'm going to find a job anytime soon so you might want to start looking for a new tenant."

That wouldn't work for him, he realized as he looked around the surprisingly clean kitchen. Not only would he still feel like an asshole for what he said, but then he'd be stuck with either his cousin living here or some tenant that annoyed the shit out of him. He wasn't about to lose his perfect tenant, not if he could help it.

"How about this?" he said as Zoe picked up the plate of muffins and thankfully tossed them into the trash, "if my uncle doesn't hire you, which I'm sure he will," he'd make sure of it, "then you can work for me."

"Doing what exactly?" Zoe asked, washing the plate and putting it in the dish strainer.

"Cleaning, laundry, running errands, taking care of the lawn, shit like that," he said, feeling quite proud of himself for coming up with the idea.

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AW bercinta,"Trevor bergumam ketika ia membuka lemari es untuk ambil nya makan siang hanya ingat bahwa dia tidak memiliki satu. Ia sudah lupa untuk pergi ke toko tadi malam. "Sialan itu."Tampak seperti dia memukul truk kopi hari ini, ia berpikir sedih. Mereka tidak pernah diisi dengan makanan yang cukup. Dia meraih alat ikat pinggangnya dan hardhat dan menuju pintu, sudah dalam suasana pissy pada prospek kelaparan. Satu-satunya harapan adalah bahwa paman dan sepupu nya dikantongi Makan Siang mereka sehingga ia akan memiliki kesempatan mendapatkan layak makan siang hari ini. Ia membenci bersaing dengan mereka bajingan untuk makanan, terutama pamannya yang tidak di atas menendang pantat setiap orang untuk cupcake sialan.Itu benar-benar agak menyedihkan, pikirnya bahkan sebagai perutnya bergemuruh, menyukai ide dari selusin atau lebih cupcakes untuk sarapan. Mungkin dia akan berhenti oleh Mary Lou dalam perjalanan untuk bekerja dan mengambil beberapa.Ia melangkah keluar dari apartemennya, berusaha untuk menjadi tenang dan tidak bangun penyewa nya sedikit. Itu adalah jenis lucu bagaimana setelah semalam ia adalah lebih sadar dari semua kebisingan yang dibuatnya. Sebelum malam terakhir dia jujur tidak diberikan banyak memikirkan. Ia diam-diam menutup pintu depan belakangnya dan meraup koran nya sehingga ia bisa melihat gambar highlights dari malam terakhir permainan dan membawanya ke truk-nya, memutuskan dia akan lebih peka dalam langkah-langkah kecil.Setengah jalan untuk truk-nya ia berhenti dan mengerutkan kening ketika ia menyaksikan beberapa bajingan yang mencapai ke Zoe's mobil."Apa sih menurutmu Anda lakukan?" dia menuntut, melanjutkan langkahnya dan bergegas menuju jackass. Laki-laki yang terasa dimulai sebagai dia berdiri. Dia mengambil satu melihat Trevor dan menjatuhkan setumpuk CD dia memegang dan melepas mati dijalankan."Jangan biarkan aku menangkap Anda di sekitar sini lagi, bajingan!" Trevor disebut setelah dia, berharap dia punya waktu untuk pergi setelah sepotong kotoran dan mengetuk beberapa pengertian ke kepadanya.Dia berjalan kembali ke truk-nya dan melemparkan sial di dan terbanting menutup pintu, mengernyit ketika dia menyadari bagaimana keras itu dan berharap ia tidak membangunkan up nya karena ia punya ide yang cukup baik bahwa dia telah tinggal sebagian besar malam mondar-mandir.Ada lebih banyak kotoran dalam hidupnya selain kehilangan pekerjaannya dan ia tidak tertarik pada mencari tahu tentang semua itu. Itu buruk cukup bahwa ia benar-benar bertanya tentang drama kerja nya, dan yang telah hanya karena ia akan merasa buruk tentang apa yang dia katakan. Ia tidak ingin atau perlu mengetahui tentang salah satu kotoran lainnya.Dia berjalan ke mobilnya dan meringis ketika ia memungut nya CD Apa jenis sakit bajingan mendengarkan Phil Collins? Allah, wanita ini membutuhkan lebih banyak bantuan daripada dia berpikir, ia pikir ketika ia dikumpulkan nya CD kasus dan melemparkan mereka di mobilnya. Kerutan gelap melintasi wajahnya ketika ia mengambil dalam kursi pengemudi direndam dan membuka jendela.Bagaimana di neraka yang dipikirkannya meninggalkan jendela turun malam terakhir? ia bertanya-tanya, karena ia melihat. Dia benar-benar tidak punya waktu untuk ini, tapi dia hanya tidak bisa meninggalkan mobilnya di sini, mengetahui bahwa bajingan akan datang kembali.Dengan mengerang mengundurkan diri dia berjalan kembali ke rumah dan membiarkan dirinya di dalam dan mengetuk pintu. Dia adalah hanya tentang untuk menjalankan sampai ke kamar tidurnya untuk melihat apakah ia bisa bangun dia melalui dinding ketika pintu dibuka."Zoe, saya--Oh Tuhan!" katanya, ayah memegangi dadanya dan tersandung kembali."Apa?" Dia bertanya, mencari cemas di sekitar dirinya ketika dia memegang muffin cokelat besar terhadap dadanya.Dengan tangan gemetar dia menunjuk pada item menyinggung bahwa ia berani membawa ke dalam rumahnya. "Apa itu?"Dia menunduk dan mengerutkan kening. "Saya muffin?""Bagaimana bisa Anda?" dia menuntut hoarsely seperti ia menggelengkan kepala dengan jijik."Apa sih yang Anda panik tentang?" dia menuntut, mencari berkeliling lagi."Bahwa kemeja!" katanya, menunjuk liar ke arah kaos Red Sox yang dia berani memakai di hadapan-Nya. "Apa sih yang Anda pikirkan?"Dia mengutusnya pandangan yang jelas dinyatakan bahwa dia mengira ia gila. Dia dalam hati mendengus itu. Ia bukan satu olahraga kemeja Red Sox sialan."Saya berpikir bahwa itu lucu dan nyaman," katanya, mengangkat bahu seolah-olah itu bukan masalah besar.Oh, Allah, ia akan menjadi sakit. Dia tersandung ke depan dan menyambar muffin dari tangannya."Hey!""Saya perlu rezeki untuk menangani hal ini, wanita!" ia tersentak sebelum mengambil gigitan besar muffin nya. Butuh sepersekian detik sebelum memukul rasa dan ketika itu dia berlari melewati dia dan menuju anyaman kecil keranjang sampah dapat dia oleh sofa nya dan meludah gigitan seluruh keluar, tapi itu tidak cukup. Rasa mengerikan adalah masih dalam mulutnya."It wasn't that bad, was it?" she asked, worrying her bottom lip.He threw her a disbelieving look as he rushed past her into the kitchen. He threw open her refrigerator and nearly wept with relief when he spotted the nearly full gallon of orange juice. He grabbed the jug, tore the cap off and tossed it into the sink behind him as he started chugging the orange juice, hoping that it would take that god awful taste out of his mouth."Okay, now you're just exaggerating," she said, sounding exasperated, but the nervous look on her face told another tale.He narrowed a glare on her as he finished off half her orange juice. Gasping, he pulled the gallon away from his mouth and cringed when he tasted a hint of that scary muffin. When she opened her mouth to say something, he held up a hand to stop her and chugged the rest of the orange juice."What the hell did you just try poisoning me with?" he demanded, still panting."Hey," she snapped, placing her hands on her generous hips. "No one told you to steal my muffin!""I needed nourishment after the scare that you gave me! How could you wear a Red Sox shirt in front of me?" he demanded, jumping back when he spotted the large plate of dark brown muffins on the counter. "And what the hell kind of muffins are those?""Apple," she mumbled, worrying her lip again."Apple?" he repeated in disbelief. His eyes shot back to the things that had no business being called muffins and shook his head in disbelief. He'd never seen a brown, almost black apple muffin before and he was a man who knew his muffins.She threw up her hands and let them drop by her sides. "I'm not a good cook. Okay? Are you happy now?"He looked between the plate of muffins he swore just moved and her tee shirt that needed to be incinerated and shook his head. "I'm truly at a loss for words here," he muttered.Zoe blew a strand of hair out of her face as she continued to glare at him. "Is there a reason you came knocking on my door at six-thirty in the morning besides to remind me that I can't cook?"Trevor blinked. "That's not enough?"She growled and he couldn't help but smile."Actually, I came back to tell you to move your car and to find out why the hell you left your window down last night," he said, moving to fold his arms over his chest when something caught his eye.His stomach growled viciously as he reached over and snatched an iced honey bun off her counter and ripped it open."Please help yourself," she said dryly."Thanks," he said, taking a huge bite of the delicious treat. As he ate the snack he did his best to appear innocent as his free hand slowly made its way back to the pile of individually wrapped baked treats that she foolishly left lying on the counter for anyone to steal.With an eye roll, she stepped past him and pushed the treats his way. "Just take them.""Thanks," he said, grabbing them and not giving her a chance to change her mind.As he ripped open a cherry pie and dug in he watched as she grabbed a plastic shopping bag and held it out to him. "Put them in here," she said.His eyes narrowed on her and the bag. "Why?" he asked cautiously, afraid she was trying to steal his treats.Just what kind of sick game was she playing?"Forget it," she said on an exasperated sigh, heading back to her cabinets. As he snacked away he watched her go through each cabinet and pull out yummy treats that caused his poor neglected stomach to rumble.A few minutes later when all his treats were long gone and he was downing her last Coke, she handed him three shopping bags full of junk food."What's this?" he asked, taking them."I've decided to go on a diet," she said, pulling her hair back into a ponytail.He visibly winced, remembering what he said last night and feeling like an asshole all over again. "If this is about what I said last night I'm really so-""It has nothing to do with you," she said, cutting him off. "I've just decided to make some changes in my life."Guilt was a real bitch, he decided."Are you going to my uncle's for an interview?" he asked, hoping she would so that he could get rid of some of this damn guilt he had over insulting her. He still didn't know what the hell he was thinking. He'd never been that rude to a woman before and he'd dealt with some real bitches over the years. If his aunt ever found out what he said.....Oh shit, he really hoped she didn't tell his aunt.Zoe shrugged. "It's worth a shot.""You don't sound too sure," he noted, leaning a hip against the counter.
"I'm not expecting a good reference from my old boss," she sighed. "I don't think I'm going to find a job anytime soon so you might want to start looking for a new tenant."

That wouldn't work for him, he realized as he looked around the surprisingly clean kitchen. Not only would he still feel like an asshole for what he said, but then he'd be stuck with either his cousin living here or some tenant that annoyed the shit out of him. He wasn't about to lose his perfect tenant, not if he could help it.

"How about this?" he said as Zoe picked up the plate of muffins and thankfully tossed them into the trash, "if my uncle doesn't hire you, which I'm sure he will," he'd make sure of it, "then you can work for me."

"Doing what exactly?" Zoe asked, washing the plate and putting it in the dish strainer.

"Cleaning, laundry, running errands, taking care of the lawn, shit like that," he said, feeling quite proud of himself for coming up with the idea.