Angel from hell

Why was it always so awkward between me and Andy when we were in the car, driving. I occasionally would look over at him. I would notice his hand shaking and him tapping his right foot on the car floor when he didn't have to break.
Andy's P.O.V:
I know, I shouldn't be so nervous about this, but I'm shaking so much. I said "love you." To Trevor today. She was so fucking surprised, did she think I meant, nah. She couldn't. She wouldn't....
Yes, I was mostly saying it because I want her to feel loved by at least someone but, I do care about her.
No, I most certainly do not have feelings for her. But, I do view her as a best friend. I do love her as in a sense of I care about her deeply.
I just felt so guilty. I told her about Macey. I told this girl I've only known for a week instead of my girlfriend I've been together with for 2+ years. And instead of Ashley.
Why did I feel so comfortable telling her.
A lot could say it's because maybe I don't care if I lose her, but if that were true, I would still not feel comfortable telling her cuz I would still be scared she would tell the police.
But, I trusted her. More than.... Anyone.
The experiences.. The song lyrics. The title to her song. Did this have something to do with it? You know like, why I trusted her so much?

Not even really thinking I said something way random.
"Trevor, when is your birthday?" I said, turning into the street to get to my house.

"Oh, um, April 12."

So, she's almost 17. just one more month? I didn't exactly know why I was asking this at this time but, maybe my conscience did.

I honestly wish I could tell everyone and know that no one will leave me for committing this crime, but I know everyone will. By then, Trevor will be gone too.. Because I'll be gone, away in jail and she might be....
The thought of that just tore me up inside.
Her dad could do something so harmful and cruel and end up killing Trevor, along with her mother.
I knew I had to keep this to myself. And I knew that if Trevor were to tell anyone, I would have to leave town.

As I pulled into the driveway to my house, I wiped away unshed tears and tried to keep my shit together and make myself look happy and make my face look less red.
Me and her both then got out of the car and walked to the porch. I noticed juliet's car was here. Well, this might be awkward.
I opened the front door and let Trevor go in first.
Walking in, the strong smell of some kind of meat cooking on the stove. Juliet always cooked dinner early and I never understood why. Trevor turned and looked at me, her face looked pale and her legs were shaking. I shook my head and whispered,
"Don't worry, you're fine."

She nodded her head and I grabbed her hand and started pulling her towards the kitchen, but immediately let go when we arrived so Juliet didn't jump to conclusions if she saw our hands embracing.

"Hey, hunny how was your-" she said, but paused as she turned around and saw Trevor. Her eyes narrowed and she placed her right hand on her hip. I looked at Trevor to see her looking down looking really uncomfortable.

"Um, Juliet, is it okay if Trevor has dinner with us?" Trevor looked at me, she looked angry.

"I um, I don't think-" I cut her off by grabbing her hand and pulling her into the other room.

"Listen Juliet, I get it if you don't like her, but you need to understand her situation. Her dad is literally killing both her and her mom. She just lost her best friend and she needs friends right now. She needs love. Please?" I was nearly begging.

"Andy, I can tell you care about her. I get her situation, I do. She can stay." She turned around and walked back to the kitchen, I followed her.

"Trevor, I'm sorry." Juliet said while giving Trevor a hug. Trevor looked at me and smiled.
"Dinners ready so you two go sit down, I'll be right there." Me and Trevor headed over to the dining room table and sat down, her on the right of me.

A couple minutes later, Juliet brought out two plates, mashed potatoes and chicken and gravy on them. She gave one to me and one to Trevor and then got her self her own plate of food and sat down across from Juliet.

Occasionally I would look at Trevor, she wasn't even eating. She was just picking lightly at it with her fork.
Trevor's P.O.V:
I couldn't eat. I felt like Juliet hated me. And being in Andy's house was getting to me. My stomach was in knots and I knew I would just throw up any food I tried to put down. I was really tempted to ask Andy to show me his old song book but, I was scared too. They were probably way too personal and special to him. He probably doesn't want to show anyone. And just then Andy noticed my not eating habit,
"Trevor, are you okay? It's like you never eat." He almost whispered it, I guess he didn't want Juliet to hear. I looked up at him. Tears were now falling down me cheeks. His eyes looked so sympathetic.

Notes

I know, another shitty chapter. I'm very excited for what's to come!