Author's Note- So it's finally here! My brand new series! Now this story is going to be majority about Tristan but it mentions everyone you love plus a few new characters I'll be coming up with! It going to have events that no one will see coming! PLEASE review, view and enjoy my stories!
Chapter 1
The muffle of a white 1999 Honda CB1100 can be heard pulling in to the driveway. Tristan Taylor dismounts his bike and takes off his helmet and drowsily walks into his house as usual. "Where have you been? Your home way past your curfew young man!" A fair skinned woman hissed, laying on the couch in the living room with a half-empty bottle of wine on the table, used tissues and half eaten food everywhere. "I was out…like I normally am, what it to ya anyway?" Tristan snarks, rolling his eyes at the room he had just cleaned yesterday.
"I'm getting sick and tired of you always coming into this house late like you own the place!" shakily getting off the couch, "I don't ask your sorry ass for much! Just be back in the goddamn house by 10! Its 1:30 in the morning!" The woman screams, throwing a pillow at his head.
"Again, what in the hell difference does it make mother? Let me give you a reality check Traci, I'm back in this house around this time every night." Tristan states leaning on the table, recovering from the headache he just got from moving too quickly, "YOUR the one that's never here. Always on your fancy business trips with your rich associates giving you 'bonuses'. Please Traci I'm not in the mood for this, just go to bed like I'm about to do and I'll clean up this mess tomorrow."
"That's the point! There is no tomorrow because I lost my job!"
Tristan stops and stares at her, "What did you say?" "Oh now you can hear! I said I just lost my goddamn job kid! Now I can't do anything! I can't pay for food or clothes, mortgage, shoes, go to Europe, NOTHING! NOW I GOTTA BE A MAID AGAIN!" Tristan's mother exclaims through tears; throwing herself on the couch taking a drink from the bottle.
"ENOUGH!"
He screams grabbing his throbbing head, "Ok, here's what were gonna do" reaching into his pocket, pulling out a wad of cash, "I got $4,000 cash on me so here's $1,000 to get you by and I got the mortgage this time and ill figure the rest out tomorrow." Traci's eyes widen at the money on the table, "bless you Tristan! Bless you!" his mother softly says, grabbing him in an embrace.
"ok, ok, ok, the room is spinning" pushing her off of him, "We'll work it out tomorrow…or today cause it is tomorrow or…..fuck it! Good night Traci."