Hi guys! I've had this on my computer for a while, but forgot to put it up. With a quick edit, here it is!
"Would you just leave me alone?" The loud slam caused him to jolt awake - panicking - but as he realized where he was and what was happening, laying back down in disappointment, ".. For goodness sakes, I already told you I'd be late!"
"Right, and how many times this week has this happened? And everytime you do, I always have to wake up because a certain idiot lost his key!"
"You can just leave one in the mailbox!"
"And risk the safety of our children? Are you mad? Have you not heard about those reported breakins lately?"
"I said I was sorry and that's all the way in Sudbury! You'll be fine either way since both our kids weight train.. and you, you can just nag 'the robbers to death, they're bound to run far away from this house."
"... What are you trying to say?!" Bang.
"Ouch! You littl-"
"SHUT UP!" A third party - a not-so-out-of-place bellow which came from the room next door made Tristan snicker. He was glad that his brother decided to spend the weekend with them. Take it to Owen to cease his parents constant belly-aching. Tristan would usually let it pass.
"... Look what you did, now he's awake!" He rolled his eyes and stared up at the ceiling.
It was times like this which made him wish he was eighteen already. Well, that was a lie. It was like a never-ending dream that seemed so far away. Going off to college, studying theatre of arts, buying a big house where he'd live with his cats. And not to mention the relationship between himself and Grant. They would be able to kiss, hug, hold eachother - without the fear of getting hurt. Well, he was sure there would be some disagreement, but it was ultimately his decision. And he decided that if he had to run away, he just might, for Grant.
"Have fun on the couch tonight, mister!" Another slam which lightly shook the room. Tristan sighed, rolled his eyes. It was such an occurance that he just stopped caring. At least this meant there would be a nice plate of 'apology' eggs and bacon first thing in the morning.
There was not a peep when everything settled down. No bickering, no shouting, no random construction coming from outside. Complete silence, and yet Tristan found he could no longer go to sleep.
He tried counting sheep, tried counting numbers in his head, he tried going over todays chemistry materials, but surprisingly nothing worked. After a good ten minutes, with a sigh, he sits up at the edge of the bed while stretching out his legs. He gets up and walks like a ghost around the bed towards his night drawer. Snatching up his phone, and looking down at it with exhausted eyes - having yet to shake off his sleepiness.
But as he snapped back into reality, his eyes widened in surprise as he stared down at the blank screen, more so what was reflected on it. He dropped it on his bed and turned to the fairly big mirror attached to his wall. He walked over to it slowly, his hand moving towards his face.
Was it the tiredness or was his face bigger than his body? It seemed more plumper than usual and when he stretched out his cheeks, they expanded further than ever before. He took note of the light bags under his eyes which got worse once he rubbed them. He pressed his chin together and noted extra skin. Oh man, he looked hideous.
"Tristan, you okay?" Zoe asked curiously, her hand on the right side of her hip while the other leant back against the lockers.
"Am I in hell or is Zoe Rivaes actually caring about something?" Tristan asked with one final touch up, his eyes concentrated on the little mirror in his locker that reflected the bags that got worse overnight.
Zoe rolled her eyes, "Pff, don't be a bitch. And I don't think foundations going to fix that."
"Whatevs," Tristan shut his locker door with an annoyed grumble and practically threw the make-up bag in her arms. He grabbed his bag and started walking away, knowing Zoe was hot on his heels.
"So you gonna tell me what's crawled up your butt lately? You seem like you're stuck in your own little world even though I wanted to tell you all about my new relationship~"
"Oh, I know all about your new relationship. You and Torres on eachother like a pack of dogs in class even though he's like two years ahead of us."
"Well, someone's jealous. But don't worry, there's a lot more Zoe to go around~"
Tristan scoffed, "As if" and elbowed her in embarassment. As his eyes catch sight of something, he stops, practically shoving Zoe aside as he ran for cover behind the lockers. Zoe followed suit in confusion, "I can't let him see me!"
She moved her head to look and took note of the scene playing out in front of them. Suddenly a quick smile fell to her lips, "Hiding from Mr. Hunk? Don't tell me that's why you called me up early in the morning citing make-up emergency!"
Tristan gave her an annoyed look as he peeked. Mr. Yates standing mighty close to some harlet he recognized as the student history teacher. Short, lean, and very cute. He felt his chest burning with rage and sadness.
"... Well, whatever. I'm going to class. Drew's probably waiting for me~" Tristan blinked and tried to make a grab for her arm, though she easily side-stepped it with a wide smirk, "And you know, next time I'll bring lotion for that dry nose of yours."
"Can it, Rivas!" Tristan called out as she giggled, and rolled her eyes in amusement. He unconsciously moved his hands to his nose and felt around it.
"... Boo."
Tristan blinked and turned around, almost walking into Miles, but taking two careful steps back as he watched Miles' expression turn from mischievious to an adorable puppy dog pout, "Aww-" He said, stepping forward and peeking out from the wall, "What are you hiding from?"
Tristan elbowed him, "Nevermind." He said under his breath, walking away. Miles followed him in confusion.
"Everything alright?"
"Just dandy" Tristan responded, "And I'll be expecting an apology to my mother. Apparently the school called and told her I haven't been attending a lot of my classes lately. I didn't have the energy to refute."
"That's weird, I didn't get a call."
"Maybe you did and your parent's just didn't care, like always." For a moment, Tristan regretted his words as he heard silence on the other end, but as he turned his head he looked upon Miles' pondering thoughtful face, "I didn't mean-"
"No, no, it's okay." Miles chuckled and rubbed his hand behind his head, turning his head away to check out a few girls at the locker giving him googly eyes. Tristan rolled his eyes, "You're probably right."
"Of course, since it's a daily occurrence, Simpson probably doesn't find the need. Not like you're going to listen to them."
Miles grinned, "You're damn right," as he grabbed hold of his arm, "So, after school again or you want to go now? I just got a new game I want to try out.. you can watch me play it."
Tristan sent him a glare and they both chuckled. He was suddenly forced to halt and surprised, Tristan looked, horrified, as they were confronted with Grant Yates, watching them with a lack of expression. He immediately grabbed his arm away and held his own neck, "We were just- He was-" He turned to look at Miles who was staring back at Grant with an uninterested expression.
"Class is starting. Both of you, get going." Tristan nodded yes and quickly followed after Miles, turning back to see Yates' retreating figure. Grant barely looked at him - and unconsciously, he could feel a knot in his chest, almost forgetting why he was hiding from him in the first place.
Almost.
A few things I want to go over.
For anyone in Toronto.. IS ANYONE ELSE PISSED AT THE CONSTRUCTION THEY'RE DOING AT NIGHT?! It's mega-annoying in my area and wakes me up like.. always. Where are they getting all this money in the first place?
Second: OWEN IS HERE. Sorry, I just wanted to bring Owen, but trust my words it won't be the last time he is here.
Third: You know those relationships where girls/and or boys look at themselves and start becoming self-conscious? Sometimes they see things that aren't there.. That's the type of relationship I wanted to depict so this distorted image Tristan is seeing of himself is not being used for nothing. I just wanted to point that out.
Fourth: It's going to turn ugly fast so be aware.
Five: Hiya :0
Read and Review! .. If you want. *cough*