A/N: Hey guys!
Sorry for not updating on here recently, but I'm back with this Trassidy one-shot for all you people that are sad about The 7th MDBC.
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To Princess Ninja Wizard: Thank you so much! I ship Trassidy a lot too. :)
To Trinity Rebel: Thanks for the awesome review!
To SummersEve3317: Thank you! Hope you enjoy this chapter. :)
To Lelebird7: I am definitely going to do some Jarcy one-shots after this one. Thanks for the review!
To Guest: I know! I know! :)
Cassidy
"Oh my gosh, what is that monstrosity of a clothing item on your head?"
My face breaks out into unabashed laughter as I see my boyfriend's goofy baseball cap from Disneyland that I got him last year on a trip to California to visit Courtney.
He groans. "My hair was just really messed up today, this was my only option."
I just keep laughing as he takes off his cap and ruffles his hair, a slight frown on his face.
"You just look like," I pause for a minute, still giggling, "I don't know, you look like a troll doll!"
"Hey!" he protests, "You're dating this troll doll!"
I burst into hysterical laughter again, and Tristan frowns at me, but he's smiling again when I walk over and press a kiss to his cheek.
"Where are we going today, Mr. Troll Doll?" I laugh as Tristan grabs my hand and pulls me out the door.
"You'll see," he replies. He turns towards me and smirks. "Happy two year anniversary, Cassidy."
"Back at you," I say, a genuine smile forming on my face. "Come on, you won't give me one hint?"
"Nope," Tristan says, popping the p as he opens the car door for me.
I step inside, grumbling about keeping secrets from each other, but he only laughs and gets behind the wheel.
"It's going to be a thirty minute drive to where we're going," Tristan says, "So it'll be a little bit before we get there."
"What should I do?" I say dryly, "Sleep?"
I stretch my arms out and fake yawn, before snuggling onto my boyfriend's shoulder.
He doesn't complain, and pretty soon, I'm fast asleep.
I wake up a few times during our drive to the mystery location, and as I look out the window, I see lush greenery and quaint houses passing by.
We pass a few barns and meadows as well as countless memorial statues scattered on the sides of the road.
Suddenly, Tristan makes a turn onto an exit. I squint my eyes to read the sign, and I nearly squeal with delight as I read the sign.
"North End, Boston" The sign reads.
"We're going to North End?" I say, looking at Tristan excitedly.
"Yup," he says, smiling at me. "I got us a reservation at Lucia. They're a highly rated restaurant."
I smile, feeling happy for my thoughtful boyfriend.
"But," he says, interrupting my thoughts, "I thought we would explore the town a little bit before we have dinner."
"Yeah," I say, smiling. "I'd like that."
Tristan pulls into a parking lot once we get into North End, and stops the car.
We get out of the car, and Tristan grabs my hand as we begin to walk through the crisp air into the town.
"I thought we'd go to a couple of the historic sites around here," Tristan says, breaking the silence of the quiet park that we're walking through, "My dad recommended them to me."
"We totally should!" I say, "Isn't the house of Paul Revere here? We should see that."
A couple of hours later, we've visited the house of Paul Revere, The Freedom Trail, and the Harborwalk.
We romp around the town until the sun sets, constantly playing and laughing and acting like the rambunctious teenagers we used to be. I sit next to Tristan, my head leaning on his shoulder, as we sit on a park bench, contemplating life. And love. And happiness.
The blue-purple night sky comes too soon, but I'm happy as we head to Lucia.
...
Nighttime in the North End is really pretty. The trees are strung with fairy lights, and they make the darkness seem welcoming. Strange, I think, because for a person who used to be terrified of the dark, I'm doing a great job not feeling scared now.
Maybe it's the fact that I'm practically glowing from a whole day spent with my boyfriend. I don't know, that's just a thought.
Tristan opens the door to Lucia for me, then follows me into the small restaurant.
"Hello, welcome to Lucia!" A hostess shows us to our table, and a waitress comes to give us our menus.
"Our special today is the Sogliola, which is a filet of sole in Margherita Style, served with a salad and citrus vinaigrette. That is one of my personal favorites. And, would you like any drinks today?"
Tristan nods in my direction. "Cassidy?"
"No, I'm fine," I say. "Water is good."
"Just water for us, then. Thank you."
The waitress leaves to get us our drinks, and we scrutinize the menu. "I think I'll have the bracciolettine," I say. "And maybe, do you want to split the cozze?"
Tristan nods. "Mussels sounds good. I think I'll have the Lucia."
The waitress comes back over to take our order, and she smiles at us as she grabs our menus. "Young love is so refreshing," she says, and I laugh at her words.
I guess I'm in love with Tristan, as strange as that sounds. It's weird to think that anyone could really love someone else at age 18, but, I suppose after all we've been through, anything is possible.
Our night ends with kissing and laughter and walks through the downtown area of the North End, and really, it is more than anyone could ask for.
"You are an amazing girl, Cassidy Sloane," Tristan says as he kisses me underneath the stars in Boston.
"And you are an amazing guy, Tristan Berkeley."
We lay down on the grass, stargazing, looking at a future of dreams and hope and happiness, and it all couldn't be more perfect.
Hopefully that made up for The 7th MDBC, Trassidy shippers. :)
If you liked this one-shot, feel free to leave a review! Also, if you would like to read more one-shots, I wrote a collection called Captured a while back, so check that out if you haven't!
I'm going to try my hardest to get another one-shot up, possibly on Friday but definitely on Sunday. Thank you so much for reading,
Britt
