"Mhm, Rockefeller street…" Angel hummed to a beat in his head as Bren looked on, laughing. "You know that's not how the song goes right?" Bren said, still laughing. "Shhhhhhh." Angel made a shushing motion as he made the noise grow louder. "I do what I want." Angel said but was cut off by Bren laughing.
Trent stiffened up a bit. He’d almost forgotten to two others in the room. The smell of cookies made his stomach loudly growl. Trent’s cheeks flushed red in embarrassment.
"No, I do what I want. Now, go get the cookies out of the oven and try not to burn yourself this time." Bren instructed, pointing to the oven with a sly smile. "It was once! Once!"
Trent watched Bren curiously, mentally labeling him as the one in charge. His eyes flicked to Angel, who he was mostly intimidated by. He started to speak up, but stopped himself due to uncertainty.
"Meh, you still did it. That means I get to hold it over you." Bren said as Angel grabbed the tray, setting it on the counter. The smell of freshly baked cookies floating through the air. "We have to hide them before everyone starts to smell it." Angel said.
Trenton’s eyes were locked onto the tray of cookies. Gods, why? He thought to himself silently, his fingers began to tap on the counter, nails clickly softly, as he restrained himself.
"Probab…" Bren started, cutting himself off as his eyes glanced at the boy trying to restrain himself. "Hey kid, ya want some?"
Trent flicked his gaze to Bren. “Was it that obvious?” He asked, scratching the back of his neck in embarrassment.
Bren shrugged. "I'm a psychology major." He admitted, handing Trenton a few cookies wrapped in paper toweling.
“You’re a university student?” Trent took the cookies with a shy and grateful smile. “Thank you.”
Bren smiled. "That I am! Angel is a theatre tech major!"
Trenton nodded, his eyes flashing to Angel for a moment. “I’ll be going to university myself in a year or two.” He explained, his voice quiet and laced with reluctance.
( oops, sorry, I’m back.) Lydia broke off a piece of one of Trent’s cookies, staying silent. The likelihood of her going to college was extremely unlikely.
Trent’s gaze shifted to Lydia. He nudged her playfully for taking part of his cookie, but set the plate down so they could share.
Lydia smiled and took the rest of the half broken cookie. The smile hadn’t quite reached her eyes, but she was fine. She was fine….
(Aww poor Lydia! I legit just want to hug her)
(Oh, Yeah, i love her, but I’m extremely mean to her. It’s actually worse than it even seems here for reasons.)
(Aww poor Lydia! Trent will do his best to help)
(I love Trent, honestly. Who's turn is it anyway?"
(@Honey and Spearmint’s turn since Bren is talking to Trent about college)
(Ok)
(Ok)
(I actually have a question for u)
(Shoot)
(So based off of Trent’s personality, what would you think his hobbies/interests would be?)
(Hmmm….. music or art. I feel like his hobby would be music and his interest/talent would be art, probably drawing. But that’s just me.)