We'll walk this world together through the storm
(Now some of you)
Whatever weather, cold or warm
(Might still be in that place)
Just lettin' you know that you're not alone
(If you're tryin' to get out)
Holla if you feel like you've been down the same road
(Just follow me, I'll get you there)

The radio blared loudly sending vibrations throughout the entire car. His eyes were calm and on the road when his insides felt like they were going to explode. A large grin was pasted over his face which would make anyone assume he was insane (or at least high), but he really could careless who saw him. He didn't even care when it happened yesterday night at dinner as the awkward smile peeled over his face and it was too late to hide it.

"Pervert," his sister hissed.

"No dirty thoughts at the dinner table!" His mother scolded which made him roll his eyes. They had no idea what happened days before, but he neither felt the need to glorify the fact to them.

We kissed and it was amazing. And even though it lasted seconds, it lingered for longer and I can still feel the texture on my lips. He placed a hand to his mouth as he thought about it, but quickly moved it back to the steering wheel as he slammed his foot onto the brakes. He glared daggers at the red light – he could just hear the scolding's of his parents pleading him to be careful on the road. And he probably should seeing as how the rain had yet to let up.

School was closed for a week to deal with the damages – trees tipped over both in front and behind the school, the greenhouse being destroyed completely, and classrooms being flooded. He had heard there were some people trapped inside the school and he blamed them for it. After all, who the hell told them to linger after midterms? And why would they even want too?

The light flashed green and he sped through the intersection. A familiar street came closer, and he wondered whether he could spare a few minutes of his time to see him. Seconds tick by and he's thankful that there aren't a lot of people on the road as he takes a sudden sharp turn into the street.

It had been a week since he last saw him, precisely the day after the kiss. Adrenaline kicks in as he could only imagine how Tristan would react to seeing him. One of his adorable blushes – perhaps? A nervous bite on the lip? Maybe there'll also be another kiss. He knew he was probably getting ahead of himself, but he couldn't help himself. Every second thinking about it made him excited.

He soon finds himself in front of the house, parking on the side of the road. He opened the door quickly, and slammed it shut. Rounding the car, he quickly jogged to the front of the house as the rain poured over him. Running a hand through his hair and waiting after he rings the doorbell.

The door opened seconds later and his abrupt smile soon falls as he stares into surprised eyes. Tristan blinked at him. There was no sign of delight or welcome in his face, just pure shock, "Miles? I didn't know you were.." Tristan shifted awkwardly and moved aside for him, "Come in."

Miles hesitated before walking in, "Were you expecting someone?"

Tristan shook his head as he closed the door behind him and passed him. Miles kind of regrets coming – days' worth of butterflies twisting into something dead.

"Come, I'll find you something to wear."

Miles slowly followed him upstairs, his eyes not leaving him. Unfortunately he could not decipher Tristan's expression or thoughts behind him. This made him frown. As they enter Tristan's room, he immediately closed the door behind him and watched Tristan scuffle to his closet.

He takes note on how much cleaner the room was compared to the last time he was there, "So.. Can we talk about what happened the other day?" He asks. If he didn't start it, they probably wouldn't talk about it.

"Sure, one second, let me find something for you." Tristan responds as he throws him a towel. Miles immediately grabbed it and started to dry his exposed arms, face, and hair.

"Mmkay." Miles sprouts as he gripped the towel over his head and scrubbed, "… I was serious about it, by the way."

"Take off your clothes." Tristan mutters and Miles pauses mid-sentence. The sound of a belt buckle is heard throughout the entire room before Miles kicks off his jeans, leaving on his boxers. There's an awkward pause in the room as he catches the black pajama bottoms and puts them on almost immediately.

"… so what does this make us?" Just as he's about to fit the bottoms over his waist, fabric falls over his eyes blinding him momentarily. He yelps and backs up before he takes the offending piece of clothing away from his eyes and glares down at it. Hearing a chuckle, he looks up at Tristan who's finally looking at him, slightly amused, with a tad of red burning his cheeks. Miles felt his own do the same, and he couldn't help but smile back.

He moved his arms into the sleeves of the shirt and fixes the collar. He moved his arms apart, "How do I look?"

"Good.. but button up the shirt, you might catch a cold."

"No thanks, mom."

Tristan gave him an incredulous look, "Do what I say!" He teased with a high-pitched voice. Miles shook his head in turn and smiled.

"Do it for me." After a brief pause, Tristan walked over to him and began to button up his shirt. Miles watched him silently. Tristan began to avoid his eyes and he felt his expression drop once again. As the top button was being done, Miles hand flew forward and grabbed his arm stopping him, "You never answered my question." He muttered, impatiently.

Tristan stared down at his chest without another word.

"Tristan, I really like you." He continued desperately, "Say something."

"I like you too." He felt relief through his entire body, "But that night was just-"

"Was it the kissing? It was the kissing, wasn't it? It was too forceful? Not good enough? I can try again."

"No!" Tristan swallowed, "The kissing was very good. It was good."

"… Then what's the problem?"

Tristan looked into his eyes and Miles took note of the growing redness within them, "Because things are just happening too fast. Questions are being asked which I don't know how to answer and I…"

Miles inched forward, "Tell me, Tris."

Tristan bit his lip nervously, "I'm scared, okay? I think I'm falling for you again and it's scary. What if this is all a dream? What would I do when I wake up and this all disappears? And you'll be with Maya again."

Miles felt his heart beat quicken, "… Me too, I'm scared too Tris." He could feel the temperature dropping. Tristan moved his head to look down at his arm, and Miles immediately let go, "The thought that you could easily go back to him, I hate that. And the fact that you can't even look at me scares me even more like I've fucked up!"

Tristan became startled, "No, it's not your fault! Please, don't blame yourself."

Miles didn't listen, too busy panicking, "What am I thinking? Forcing you into a relationship when you weren't even over the previous one?"

"Miles.."

"And coming here, without calling, expecting something from you. I'm crazy. Hey dad, your son belongs in the fucking hospital!"

"Miles!" Tristan grabbed him over the shoulders, and tapped his chin forcing them to meet eye to eye, "Miles" He said a little more gently, and Miles felt himself calming down, "I'm the one who kissed you."

Silence. Pause. Realization, "You were, weren't you?"

Tristan nodded, "I'm the one who created this whole mess between us. Even though I knew I wasn't ready, I still…" He swallowed and turned around so Miles wouldn't look at him, "I just.. I just need more time, okay? And if you find someone else in that time, just know that's it's fine.." It wasn't, but he also knew it wouldn't be fair.

Miles was completely speechless. He stared at him with his mouth half-open. He never expected this. He inched forward placing his hands over his shoulders, "I get it." He muttered into the side of his ear and blew,, "Time is what you need and I'll give it to you. And I won't quit either." Tristan blinked and turned to him, their faces inches apart, "I like you too much to do that." There was no going back now.

Tristan retaliated with just as much of an impact as his confession, a kiss, which innocently moved to the bed.

Just a note.. when I say innocently, I mean that the kissing continued on the bed, but nothing more than that! I like panic stricken and insecure Miles. Basically Tristan is still questioning his feelings and thoughts(more so hesitant seeing as how he was recovering from the news.. you know, feelings don't just go away?), but he likes kissing Miles.. so he kisses Miles and Miles doesn't mind at all. Thanks for the favorite/follows/and reviews everyone! I'm going to start a new story in a bit which involves OC+Tristan and Triles. I also have The Heart Hacker to finish which involves Gracevas.. Honestly, this is the first time I've made this many chapters without stopping in the middle and I'm pretty proud of myself.

OH and the song at the starting is Eminem, "Not Afraid."

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