listen i love this song a lot and i needed to write this right now immediately
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"Y/N Y/L/N," someone came up to you, "You're up." Your eyes widened at the sight of the America's Got Talent crew member, your legs seemingly refusing to carry you anywhere.
You heard a small chuckle beside you and then felt them take your hand. You looked over to find your best friend grinning at you.
"You're gonna be fine," Trevor assured you, "And if you don't make it through – even though I know you will – there's nothing to worry about. I'll still be proud of you no matter what." You let out the breath you were holding as your body finally relaxed, squeezing Trevor's hand as you followed the crew member to the stage.
You talked with Tyra for a few seconds before she handed you a microphone given to her by a different crew member and sent you out onstage. You took another deep breath, letting it out slowly. Your legs managed to work that time, allowing you to walk to your spot where you'd introduce yourself to the judges.
"Hello," Simon greeted you when the cheers behind him died down, "What's your name? Where are you from?"
"My name's Y/N Y/L/N and I'm from (your city, state)," you answered, surprised your voice was even still working. You laughed lightly when a few people in the audience cheered again.
"And who have you brought with you today, Y/N?" Heidi asked, "Anyone here to watch your audition?"
"My best friend Trevor," you smiled, looking over at him. He stuck his tongue out at you, succeeding in making you laugh, as you turned back to the judges.
"What are you planning on doing for us today?" Mel questioned.
"I'll be singing," you informed everyone.
"And what will you be singing?"
"Can't Help Falling in Love by Elvis Presley," you said confidently.
"Ooh," Heidi grinned, "Are you singing it for someone...special?" You noticed her gaze flick between you and the man standing side-stage with Tyra.
"No," you laughed lightly, "It's just one of my favorite songs."
"Well, go for it!" Howie ushered you to begin your performance. You smiled again, moving back to the microphone stand.
You put the mic in its holder, taking a deep breath as a hush fell over the room. Your fingers wrapped around the pole of the stand, gripping it tightly. You looked over at Trevor one more time. He gave you a nod and a small smile – like he was assuring you that you'd be okay – so you took a deep breath and went for it.
Wise men say only fools rush in
But I can't help falling in love with you
Shall I stay? Would it be a sin
If I can't help falling in love with you?
Like a river flows surely to the sea
Darling, so it goes
Some things are meant to be
Take my hand, take my whole life too
For I can't help falling in love with you
For I can't help falling in love with you
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Two hours later
"I feel like I'm gonna throw up!" you threw yourself onto your hotel room bed.
"Just make sure you reach a trashcan or a toilet or something first," Trevor mentioned, "I am not cleaning that mess up – even if you did get four yeses."
"Whatever," you rolled your eyes fondly, shoving his thigh with the back of your hand when he sat down beside your hip.
"You wanna order room service?" he asked, scooting back on the bed so he was leaning up against the headboard, "Or we could go out and eat."
"Room service is too expensive here," you sighed, pushing yourself up so you could sit beside him, "And I don't really wanna go out."
"Compromise then," he grinned at you, "How about a pizza?"
"Now you're speaking my language," you giggled.
"Usual place?" he asked, "Same toppings?" You nodded your head slightly, laying it back on the headboard behind you so you could watch him.
You listened to him order the pizza, never taking your eyes off of his face. When he was finished with the call, he spoke before looking at you.
"They'll be here in about 15 minutes," he informed you. He finally turned his head, finding you staring at him intently. "Why're you lookin' at me like that?" he chuckled shyly, "Something on my face?" You barely smiled at him.
"Thanks for bringing me here, Trev," you said softly.
"Come on, Y/N – it was no problem," he put his hand on your thigh, patting it gently before putting it back on his own lap, "I'm glad I got to experience it with you firsthand instead of watching it on TV. And speaking of which: you never did tell me why you picked that song."
"I just like it," you shrugged, your voice still low, "Wanted to sing it." It was then that Trevor cleared his throat lightly, hesitating for a moment before looking back up at you.
"You know... When Heidi asked if you were 'singing for someone special', I saw her look at me..." he told you, "Kinda said no pretty fast, didn't you?"
"We're just friends, Trev," you reminded him, swallowing lightly.
"Yeah... We are..." he seemed so lost in thought, "Still wish you were singing it for me though..." Your heart skipped a beat, and you'd be surprised if he couldn't hear how hard it was pounding against your chest.
"Trevor..." you whispered, "What... What are you saying...?"
"I don't know what I'm saying," he admitted, breathing out sharply, "I guess... Having Heidi ask if you were singing for someone and then seeing you perform as if you were thinking about someone... I don't know... I was thinking that whoever you were imagining was incredibly lucky to have you feel that way about them but I was also... I guess I felt kinda jealous that you weren't thinking about me and-"
You were still for a moment but when finally regained your composure, you bravely leaned toward him to cut off his rambling. Your lips hit the corner of his mouth – instantly making him stop talking – but you were already pulling away before he could respond. You looked back down at your lap, nervously awaiting for what he'd say or do.
And, if you were being totally honest with yourself, you weren't that surprised by his reaction.
Trevor's hand came into your view, landing on the cheek opposite of him. He then turned your head to face him again, his lips immediately meeting yours. You couldn't help your natural reaction to the kiss: sighing softly and wasting no time in kissing him back.
You felt a small smile pull at the corner of his mouth as his other hand landed on the bed right beside your upper thigh. Your own hand found his almost instantly, starting out by laying on top of it but Trevor quickly laced your fingers together and squeezed you gently, feeling your own grin in return.
When he finally pulled away to breathe, his forehead landing on yours. Neither of you spoke for a few seconds, both of you just taking in the moment.
"Were you singing it for me?" Trevor mumbled softly, earning himself a shy nod from you. "Why'd you say 'no' then?" he wondered, opening his eyes to look at you, "Why'd you tell everyone it was just because you like the song?"
"'Cause I..." you swallowed thickly, "If I said that, I thought you'd only say the same just because there were a bunch of people and cameras there and you felt like you had to... And if you didn't feel the same, then I would have looked like an idiot and I-" Trevor cut you off by tilting his head and letting his lips hit yours again.
"You always look like an idiot," he told you.
"Trevor," you whined, making him laugh.
"Doesn't mean my feelings changed," he stated seriously, feeling you sigh in relief as he kissed you again.
However, you were interrupted again by sudden knock at the door that made Trevor sigh deeply.
"Forgot about that," he grumbled into your mouth, listening to you giggle as he pulled away, already taking his wallet out to pay the pizza delivery girl.
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song used: "Can't Help Falling in Love" by Elvis Presley