Trevor smiled sheepishly over at you as he parked the car next to the Country Buffet. You couldn't help noticing how his hair brushed along the roof of the car as he rubbed at the back of his head; even sitting you were way shorter than he was again.
"Well, I -" Trevor blushed and cleared his throat. "I guess I wanted to surprise you? It's weird, but the first thing I thought of when I noticed was how you acted the last time I grew. You were so..."
"Obsessed?" You muttered, blushing now too.
"No!" Trevor shook his head frantically. "No, you were... fascinated? I dunno, you just seemed to see it like such an amazing thing, it made me feel better. I know we talked about it then, but you were still a kid. Sometimes, it got to me, how fast I was changing. And the way you smiled, and helped, it was just this simple, good thing, that I really needed."
Oh no. Emotion. Abort mission!
"Uh," you fumbled at the door. "Thanks. So, um, I don't know about you, but I'm really hungry, so."
"Sure," Trevor said awkwardly as he locked up and led the way inside. Wow, his hair really did brush the door...
Both of you loaded up with lots of protein. Trevor asked about how your lifting was going, you talked about your workout routine, and he shared some stories from practice. It sounded like his teammates were really fun people, and he'd made some new friends in class too. You weren't surprised; Trevor was a friendly guy, and he'd learned pretty fast how to tell when someone liked him for real and when they didn't.
It was around the time that you stopped eating and Trevor went back up that you got back to... well, bigger issues.
"Dang," you muttered as Trevor brought back two more full plates. "I thought I'd caught up with you food-wise at Christmas, but no way I can keep eating. Do you eat this much every day?"
"At Christmas I coulda' eaten more" Trevor confessed as he stabbed a sausage to death. "But the coach wanted me to watch it so I wouldn't gain too much and slow down. When we figured out I was taller, he changed his mind super fast. Now he wants me eating until I'm full all the time and he said we'd work on slimming up when I stop growing."
Wait.
"What do you mean 'when I stop?'" you asked, staring at your brother in shock.
"I mean what I said," Trevor swapped another empty plate for his last full one. "When I came home for Christmas I don't think I was any taller; I think you would have noticed. So that's three inches since then, and well..."
Trevor leaned his leg out from the table. Curious, you looked over and saw he was wearing sandals. Small sandals. Like, way too small. You'd thought his feet were bigger but there was no way!
"That happened in the last month. None of my shoes fit anymore. Heck, they fit better last week, or I would have already bought new ones. I had some X-Rays done at school, before I came back, and they said I was definitely still growing."
"Did they say how much?" You asked, staring at a size fifteen sandal that neither of you could fit in for two very different reasons.
"Um, no." Trevor set down his last empty plate, and you got the very clear idea that he could have gone back up again if he wanted.
"But they did say that if they didn't know better they'd have thought my growth plates belonged to a twelve year old. So... yeah."
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