A/N: While I understand that I should PROBABLY be working on my other stories - *coughCapturedcoughcough* - I can't really help it. This idea grabbed me one day and rather - hijacked my brain. o_O

So, a couple author's notes: this story is NOT fully canon. It's a "What-If" story. It's RavenxTrevor, not RavenxVampireOfAnySort, with nods to hopelessbadboyluver, with whom I discussed this. Sort of. So no whining. Read only if you're a fan. I've warned you.

And speaking of warnings: Rated T for some... mature thoughts on Trevor's part. And not mature as in middle-aged, either.

Disclaimer: I don't own Vampire Kisses, and have no desire to - I'm perfectly content writing bad fanfiction of it.

I woke up completely naked and extremely hung over and sighed. Another long night behind me and another long day before me.

I supposed that I should have been grateful that my parents were wild teenagers when they were younger, and that my mom had almost gotten pregnant by my dad back in high school. They're pretty forgiving of hangovers and I "mysteriously" find protection on top of my dresser when I mention I'm going out sometime soon.

With a yawn, I shifted a little, refusing to open my eyes. I knew I was outside – in the forest – but I didn't really care. The light was weak, so it wasn't time for anyone to be awake. I tried to remember what I'd done the night before, but all that came to mind was definitely – implausible.

I raised an arm to my eyes, as though covering them would block the images of Raven Madison out of my head. It wasn't working. I could still see her pale skin, still feel her cool body against mine.

"Trevor," I muttered to myself, "you have this dream three times a month. And always when you're drunk. Give up already."

A little depressed and disappointed in myself, I rolled over, my arm falling over the slender body of the girl I'd slept with the night before.

Shit.

My eyes flew open. I thought I'd been with Raven, but I couldn't have been – she'd never sleep with me – so this girl would be pissed when she woke up from her drunken stupor and realized that I'd been calling her Raven when really –

She was Raven.

OH SHIT.