Title: Behind the Facades
Author: Aquarius Angel
Rating:PG
Homepage: http://www.angelfire.com/il3/aquariusangel/index.html
Note: Sorry again for taking so long!! Started writing this chapter in my
Clac class. Very boring class!!
Disclaimer:I don't own anything!!
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With the end of the mover approaching I noticed my mom starting to leave. It was funny,
she laughed less and less, and faded out of the conversation. Then she was gone. Which
left me to deal with the awkwardness that the end of the movie would bring. It didn't
hit me that when the movie ended it would be just Tristan and me in my living room.
He want to experience my 'normal' world then I would have to think of how I would
treat this situation if Jess was staying over. Jess staying over was common on movie nights,
because we usually fell asleep watching either another movie or talking. So how do I bring
this up with Tristan.
"When the movies done, Tristan, I'll go get us some sleeping bags and we can camp
out here on the living room floor."
"Will your mom be ok with that?"
"She left us alone, cause she knew something was up and she obviously trusts you. So I
will say yes."
The movie ended soon. Tristan helped me carry the many bowls and cups back to the
kitchen and then grab some pillows while I took the sleeping bags. We cleared the floor of the
living room.
"Um…I'm going to go change into some pajamas. Did you bring anything with you to um…
change into?"
"Yes, I'll go into the bathroom to change."
I was in a dilemma about what pajamas to wear, I usually dress in shorts and tank but
the floor was colder, and Tristan was there. And though this will be very platonic night, I
still don't want to be the scantly dressed. So I put on a pair of Capri blue and star print
pajama pants and a conservative matching blue tank. When I walked back out to the living
room Tristan was there already laying out the sleeping bags. He was dressed in a pair of
baggy sweat-pants, and a t-shirt that said Marines on it. He looked great of course, and I
couldn't believe that I was going to be spending the night with Tristan Dugrey.
"I layed the sleeping bags out away from each other, so we will have some personal
space and we don't roll on top of each other during the night."
I smiled at him. "I don't roll in my sleep."
"We'll see come morning."
"Ugh." I layed down on my purple sleeping bag, and went down deep so not even my head
was really showing. I then made sure that the zipper was up to my shoulders. Tristan started
laughing at me. "Do you have a problem with the way I sleep?"
"It is funny that's all." Tristan got into his sleeping bag, leaving it unzipped, but
covering himself up all the same. "Do you make a habit of sleeping on your living room floor?"
"Only when I have a guest to entertain." I told him honestly. "Usually Lane or Jess
will come over for movie night, and we will ended up talking all night. My mom will join up,
only she steals the couch and snores, so we ended up kicking her out."
Tristan laughed, and I joined him. As our laughing subsided we became more subdued.
And that's when I realized that the lights were still on.
"I'm not getting out of my cocoon to turn off the lights, so either you can get up
or they can remain on all night." Tristan laughs at me but got up anyway. There was still
a light shinning in from the kitchen, so Tristan could find his way back to his sleeping bag.
"Any thoughts about how you want to spend tomorrow?"
"What do you usually do on a Saturday?"
"Nothing is ever planned at my house, we will just have to come up with things as
we go I guess. I promise you it will be interesting, with the whole town wondering who you
are and where you came from. You better rest up." I told him as I watched his eyes started
to drip close.
"Goodnight Mary."
"Goodnight Bible Boy."
Author: Aquarius Angel
Rating:PG
Homepage: http://www.angelfire.com/il3/aquariusangel/index.html
Note: Sorry again for taking so long!! Started writing this chapter in my
Clac class. Very boring class!!
Disclaimer:I don't own anything!!
***************************************************************************************************
With the end of the mover approaching I noticed my mom starting to leave. It was funny,
she laughed less and less, and faded out of the conversation. Then she was gone. Which
left me to deal with the awkwardness that the end of the movie would bring. It didn't
hit me that when the movie ended it would be just Tristan and me in my living room.
He want to experience my 'normal' world then I would have to think of how I would
treat this situation if Jess was staying over. Jess staying over was common on movie nights,
because we usually fell asleep watching either another movie or talking. So how do I bring
this up with Tristan.
"When the movies done, Tristan, I'll go get us some sleeping bags and we can camp
out here on the living room floor."
"Will your mom be ok with that?"
"She left us alone, cause she knew something was up and she obviously trusts you. So I
will say yes."
The movie ended soon. Tristan helped me carry the many bowls and cups back to the
kitchen and then grab some pillows while I took the sleeping bags. We cleared the floor of the
living room.
"Um…I'm going to go change into some pajamas. Did you bring anything with you to um…
change into?"
"Yes, I'll go into the bathroom to change."
I was in a dilemma about what pajamas to wear, I usually dress in shorts and tank but
the floor was colder, and Tristan was there. And though this will be very platonic night, I
still don't want to be the scantly dressed. So I put on a pair of Capri blue and star print
pajama pants and a conservative matching blue tank. When I walked back out to the living
room Tristan was there already laying out the sleeping bags. He was dressed in a pair of
baggy sweat-pants, and a t-shirt that said Marines on it. He looked great of course, and I
couldn't believe that I was going to be spending the night with Tristan Dugrey.
"I layed the sleeping bags out away from each other, so we will have some personal
space and we don't roll on top of each other during the night."
I smiled at him. "I don't roll in my sleep."
"We'll see come morning."
"Ugh." I layed down on my purple sleeping bag, and went down deep so not even my head
was really showing. I then made sure that the zipper was up to my shoulders. Tristan started
laughing at me. "Do you have a problem with the way I sleep?"
"It is funny that's all." Tristan got into his sleeping bag, leaving it unzipped, but
covering himself up all the same. "Do you make a habit of sleeping on your living room floor?"
"Only when I have a guest to entertain." I told him honestly. "Usually Lane or Jess
will come over for movie night, and we will ended up talking all night. My mom will join up,
only she steals the couch and snores, so we ended up kicking her out."
Tristan laughed, and I joined him. As our laughing subsided we became more subdued.
And that's when I realized that the lights were still on.
"I'm not getting out of my cocoon to turn off the lights, so either you can get up
or they can remain on all night." Tristan laughs at me but got up anyway. There was still
a light shinning in from the kitchen, so Tristan could find his way back to his sleeping bag.
"Any thoughts about how you want to spend tomorrow?"
"What do you usually do on a Saturday?"
"Nothing is ever planned at my house, we will just have to come up with things as
we go I guess. I promise you it will be interesting, with the whole town wondering who you
are and where you came from. You better rest up." I told him as I watched his eyes started
to drip close.
"Goodnight Mary."
"Goodnight Bible Boy."