| | D R E A M S | |Everything is very up in the air now, but Trevor has three ideas of what he might like to do with his life after high school. Option one is becoming a cop, to protect and serve the people, like his grandfather. Option two is becoming a gym teacher, living and breathing sports, like his other grandfather. Option three is to join the military, putting his passion and athleticism to good use defending his country… and maybe to even be a hero someday.
Other than career goals, Trevor would really like to fall in love with a nice girl. Get married, have two kids, adopt a dog, and then buy a house with a white picket fence. Live the american dream, you know?
| | H I S T O R Y | |Abuse, neglect, truancy, abandonment, voluntary placement, incarceration, and death. Here you have a comprehensive list of the primary reasons that a child might be placed in the foster care system. For Trevor Wells, born Trevor Walsh, the last two reasons ring true. The story is as follows:
A house fire.
That is what a cautious and kind soul might call what happened, to skirt around the ugliness of the truth. There was a house, and there was fire, so it wasn’t a lie to call it that. That statement eliminates the hypophosphorous acid, and the accidental miscalculation of the temperature of the cook, and a very, very big boom.
”Three dead in suspected meth lab explosion”
Above was what the local Denver headlines read on that fateful day in Trevor’s history, whilst the five-year-old was safe and sound at school. Parents, Shelly and Matthew Walsh, and uncle, Conor Walsh, all passed away in the house fire that resulted from the explosion. The “suspected” meth lab was determined to be what was suspected, and upon a lengthy investigation and trial, the remaining immediate family that Trevor had in the area were incarcerated for their involvement in the local drug trade. Cooking meth was a family business in this case.
One might assume that the Walshes were nothing but degenerate criminals, and that Trevor’s childhood was a somber tale that you might see in a tear-jerking Hallmark movie. This assumption would not be true. Trevor was a very happy youth, and blissfully naive to his parents’ underground profession. The Walshes did what they had to do to provide for their family, and once you get into the business of crime, it’s hard to get back out. They loved their boy very much, and Trevor felt the warmth of their love and nothing less. To him, losing them was tragic.
Five years old is too young to learn what death means, let alone experience it through the loss of one’s parents. Trevor was alone, heartbroken, and ripped from the only world he had ever known. Without any immediate family available to gain custody, the young boy found his way to the Denver Children’s Home. While he was still quite young, Trevor was old enough to not be an ideal candidate for adoption. For some reason, American families tend to favor adopting babies and foreign kids rather than older children born on their own country’s soil.
Thankfully, young Trevor did not let the sadness of his situation consume him. The nuns believed in proper therapy for the children at the Home, so Trevor got the help he needed to discuss what had happened to him and his relatives. His family might be gone, but he could and would build himself a new home, there, and anywhere else. Trevor befriended many of the other boys and girls, as naturally charismatic and amiable as he was. Most notably among these friends was when Riley Reese arrived, two years after Trevor had.
Trevor was seven years old now, and he saw much of himself in the quiet dark-haired boy. He too was alone, heartbroken, and ripped from the only world that he had ever known. Not only that, but Riley seemed to be the same age that Trevor was when he first came to the Home. Trevor asked the boy if he wanted to be friends when he was silently playing in the dirt, away from the other children in the yard, and Riley has clung to Trevor’s side ever since.
When emo music icon Jareth Wells, frontman of Deciduous Dreams, and his husband, Remy Wells, were finally ready to start a family, they looked to nowhere else but their home state — Colorado. Jareth himself was a product of the foster care system, having lived in the Denver Children’s Home during his own youth, and it only seemed fitting to return there to adopt a child. The happy husbands had arrived with the intention of only finding one child. When the sisters introduced them to the currently unhomed orphans, however, they fell in love with the pair of ‘brothers’ that could only ever leave as a package deal.
And so it was, a dotted line was signed, and Trevor Walsh and Riley Reese, became Trevor and Riley Wells. And, honestly, the rest is pretty ‘happily ever after’. Trevor and his now official little brother, Riley, moved to California to live with their new dads in a less-than-humble abode fit for a famed rockstar and his beloved 5-star chef hubby. With more bedrooms than there were house residents, a heated pool, a hot tub, an in-house music studio, and a lavish kitchen equipped with all of the latest tech — what more could two little boys need? The answer is a committed and loving family, which they also had, in excess.
Trevor and his younger brother grew up in the Beverly Hills school system, graduating from elementary to middle, and finally to finish out their wealthy tax-funded education at Beverly Hills High School. Trevor was and always will be an intensely physically active boy. He started by joining little league baseball, which morphed into regular old baseball, in addition to football and ice hockey, when he came of age. Yes, ice hockey, in southern California. You might take the boy out of the mountains, but you couldn’t take the love of snow out of his soul. There are ice rinks in California, and that was close enough for Trevor’s liking.
Being the avid jock and friendly dude that Trevor is, he has unintentionally climbed his way up the social ladder of BHHS. Alongside his good friends, Damian and Lawrence, Trevor is one of the founding members of this year’s revival of the highly esteemed Elite. Life’s good with the homies, life’s really good. It’s time to finish his last semester at BHHS and actually decide what the hell he is going to do with the rest of his life. Maybe… who cares, let’s party!