DMG: Okay, yeah, I'm being really slow, I know. I have reasons, but you
people probably don't want to hear them right now, hmn?
Yami Magi: I don't want to hear them right now... I hear you enough already.
DMG: *growls at her yami* Anyway, I am now going to get these chapters out as fast as I can, and I am SO incredibly sorry to those who have been waiting..
Yusuke: And waiting... and waiting... and waiting... and waiting..
DMG: -.- Yesh, I said I was sorry! Get off my back. Okay, anyway, this chapter is dedicated too *looks at list of reviews* This ones for J*Gal, next one is too Malik's Girl, then Yami Krissy, Trinity Conner, Digibaka, and I am going to throw in a Seto Kaiba ficcie in as well somewhere.... sometime...
Yami Magi: Kaiba? I didn't think you liked him.
DMG: He isn't one of my favs, but *shrugs* I found a good song, what can I say?
Yami Magi: -.-;;;
DMG: Yeah, well, anyway, if I missed someone, feel free to yell at me... and trash your room, and throw anything within your reach....
Yami Magi: As long as I'm not here....
DMG: ^_^;; Anyway, Yusuke, disclaimers?
Yusuke: *nods* xDarkxMagicianxGirlx does not own any of the Yu-Gi-Oh! Characters, or myself, she also does not own this song.
DMG: Thank you! *glomps him*
Yusuke: ^_______^
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"What I Really Meant To Say" by Cyndi Thomson
Tristan walked down the sidewalk, stumbling slightly, dazed almost completely out of his mind. He had just been turned down, twice, in the same day! Heck, twice in the same hour! Okay, maybe he might've deserved the rejection from Miho, but Serenity too?
He had thought, for some time that the younger Wheeler had had some feelings for him, even just a little. No, he wasn't her type.
"Well what in hell is her type?!" he growled furiously, beating his hand into the brick wall beside him.
Duke, he thought bitterly, he's probably more her type.
He made his way down the semi-empty streets once more, darkness starting to once again overtake the sun. It had been raining on and off all day, mostly for a few seconds or minutes, but during those few precious moments, it not only rained, it poured.
This time, the clouds that drifted over the sun looked ready to stay there a lot longer than a few minutes, and he was miles away from his house. Where was he anyway? Looking around, the spiky haired teen took in his surroundings.
He shook his head slightly as a few raindrops pelted his hair, he knew this place well. The arcade was a mere two blocks away, but on a day like today, it was closed. The Turtle Game Shop, home to his young friend Yugi, was three blocks away, but there was one place closer.
He looked up at the sky once again, the threat of being changed from a first rate punk to a drowned rat in seconds loomed over his head. It looked like mere seconds before the rains onslaught would begin, drenching everything beneath. He couldn't take the chance of her being there could he? Yes, he had too. The rain would hold no sympathy for him, and he would either show up looking like something the cat dragged in, or something the fish did.
"Is there a difference?" he asked himself idly, hurrying down the street.
"Of course there is you dimwit, one time your dry and the other you're not!" He answered himself back.
"Great, Tristan, now you're going scitzo on me!" he sighed sullenly, more raindrops beginning to fall on his dark hair.
He was relieved to find that the house in which he had been seeking was only a few steps away. It wasn't a very clean place, but it had a roof right? He stepped across the dead grass of the lawn, making his way to the off white door.
Tristan stepped beneath the small overhang that had been built over their top step, pressing the doorbell three times.
Footsteps came running down the steps hidden behind the door, just as the rain's onslaught began. The door opened, revealing the red head he so desired.
"Hey Tristan," Serenity smiled friendly at the older boy.
"Hi Serenity. Do you think I can come in? Maybe call my mother and have her pick me up since it is raining?" he asked politely, stepping inside when the girl nodded and motioned for him to enter.
A thumping came from upstairs and Joey emerged from the stairs. "Hey man!" he replied, slapping a hand on the other's back. "How ya been, you weren't in school today."
"I know I wasn't," Tristan replied bluntly, "just had a few things on my mind and decided not to come." His eyes glanced at the red head before falling back on Joey. "Mind if I use your phone?"
It took me by surprise
When I saw you standing there
Close enough to touch
Breathing the same air
You asked me how I'd been
I guess that's when I smiled and said just fine
Oh, but baby I was lyin'
Joey shook his head, his large mop of blonde hair falling into his eyes. Grabbing the cordless from it's holder, he tossed it to the other. "No, go right ahead."
He nodded his thanks and turned the receiver on, dialing the phone number he had come to memorize so well. There was a brief pause while the phone on the other side rang, before a voice picked up.
"Taylor residence, Aiko speaking."
"Hi mom, it's Tristan."
The teen could feel a slight relief overcome his mother's voice as she asked, "Hunny? Where are you? Your school called to inform me that you hadn't gone today, I was really worried."
"I'm sorry mom, I.... well, I'm at Joey's house, because of the storm," he said, avoiding the situation concerning his school until later, hoping his mother would ask nothing more of it.
"I'm afraid I can't come and get you sweety," the woman replied in her loving voice that was meant only for him.
"Does Marc have the car again?" he asked, implying his mother's boyfriend.
"Yes, I'm afraid I sent him off to get me some groceries. I'll be sure to send him to fetch you when he returns," she replied, a note of compassion in her voice.
"All right," he replied, almost sadly, "do you think he'll be back soon, though?"
"Yes, he should be right along, I'll have him get you as soon as he returns."
"Thanks mom," then glancing at Joey who seemed to be shooting himself with an imaginary gun from boredom, he rolled his eyes, saying, "Mom, I've got to go.. Joey needs the phone."
"All right sweety, I'll see you in a while. Love you."
"Love you too," he mumbled so the other two didn't hear him, before hanging up the phone.
Serenity took the phone from the taller teen, Tristan thanking her. Placing the phone back on it's holder, she returned to the room. Joey had begun telling a joke he had told to Yugi earlier that day, of course he hoped to get the same results, when he told it the first time, his best friend had nearly passed out from laughter.
The three entered the living room, Joey and Tristan plopping down on the couch and Serenity sitting opposite them in a patched leather chair the teen had seen Joey's drunken father lying in more than once.
Tristan's face was turned, acting as if he was looking and listening to the joke Joey struggled slightly to tell, though his eyes - and thoughts - were elsewhere. His light brown orbs were looking away from his blonde friend, staring at the red head.
She started laughing when it seemed Joey had reached the punch line, though it seemed to him a bit forced, forced but beautiful. He heard himself force a laugh as well, of course he had heard nothing of the joke.
His eyes traveled back to his blonde headed friend, and he found that the boy was staring at him oddly. Looking over, he found the other's sister giving him the same confused look. It was then he realized the joke had ended almost a full two minutes ago and he was still forcing himself to laugh, which sounded like a terribly sad laugh.
"Is something wrong, Tristan?" Serenity asked gently.
"Oh no, I'm fine, really," he lied, giving her a thumbs up and smiling fakely, though the smile seemed almost grim.
What I really meant to say
Is I'm dyin' here inside
And I miss you more each day
There's not a night I haven't cried
And baby, here's the truth
I'm still in love with you
(And, that's what I really meant to say)
"If you're sure." She answered, and gaining a nod, she pushed no further on the subject.
"Are you all sad because you got rejected by Miho today?" Joey suddenly asked, "she told Yugi and I this morning that you hadn't come to school because of it."
That seemed like a good excuse, didn't it? He felt himself nodding. "Yes, I guess it is."
Serenity gave the other a waning glance, but once again kept silent. She hadn't known the teen had asked Miho out as well as herself. She frowned slightly. "So you're just going around asking anything in a skirt to go out with you, hmn?"
He looked up at her, surprised he had even heard something like that come out of her perfect lips. He never had a chance, though, to answer her question as she got up and left the room. And as you walked away The echo of my words Cut just like a knife Cut so deep it hurt I held back the tearsHeld on to my pride and watched you go I wonder if you'll ever know
"Serenity!" Joey lept from his spot on the couch, "that was a rude thing to say, get back here and apologize!"
Tristan watched the siblings leave, sitting on the couch, staring at the wall in dismay. In the distance a door slammed. A very annoyed Joey appeared next, and Tristan found that slightly odd, he had never once seen his best friend annoyed with his little sister.
"I can't believe she said something like that to you," he fumed, "that was way rude!"
"No, Joey, don't blame her for what she said. It wasn't her fault." Tristan replied, but his friend didn't seem to here him, he merely continued to pace in front of his friend and rant.
"You're right, this isn't her fault. It's all that stupid Duke Devlon's fault!"
"His fault? How so?" the dark haired teen looked confused and curious at that last statement.
"Well," he calmed down slightly, looking at the other before him, "Serenity asked Duke out today, because she said the other person she had in mind was too old. Probably some famous movie star or something, but anyway, she went to his game shop and confessed her feelings, and what does the guy do?! He laughs and tells her she's too young!"
Tristan looked at the other with wide eyes. "When did she do that?"
"I don't know, after school sometime," he answered, adding a few unkind words under his breath, directed at the boy who had once made him wear a dog suit.
The teen smiled a bit grimly. So it was after I asked her, just what I thought, Duke is her perfect man...
There was a knock at the door, and Tristan looked at his friend, still pacing and ranting. "Uh... Joey..." he said, trying to gain the other's attention, but to no avail.
The doorbell chimed twice, and in a few seconds, a door could be heard creaking open upstairs and the familiar red head popped downstairs, opening the door to find a man standing at the door, an orange umbrella covering him from the rain, almost perfectly matching his curly mop of hair. What I really meant to say Is I'm dyin' here inside And I miss you more each day There's not a night I haven't cried And baby, here's the truth I'm still in love with you (And, that's what I really meant to say)
"Hello, I'm looking for Tristan...?" the man asked, desperately hoping he had found the right house.
The teen stood, hearing his name and walking past his blonde headed friend and to the door. "Marc?" He asked, looking past Serenity and to the carrot top in the doorway.
Marc sighed in relief. "Good, I found the right house. Your mother sent me to come get you."
Tristan nodded slightly. By then Joey had noticed he had been left alone in the room and had joined them.
With nothing to gather, the teen was ready in mere seconds.
"You'll be in school tomorrow, right?" Joey asked.
Tristan nodded slightly. "Yeah, I'll be there."
"Good, because tomorrow's the girl's basketball game at lunch, and you wouldn't wanna miss that, hmn?" he whispered, elbowing the boy. "Yugi and I found great seats today, so we can see all the shots." He winked slightly.
Tristan shook his head, laughing slightly. "You're such a pervert, Joey Wheeler," he said in a voice just above a whisper, as not to be heard.
The blonde gave him a thumbs up. "You know it!"
"Tristan, we should really be going," Marc said suddenly, shaking the wrist on his watch slightly and holding it to his ear.
The teen nodded. "All right. See you, Joey."
Joey nodded his goodbye, and walked off slightly, leaving Tristan to face Serenity.
"Um-ur- bye Serenity," he replied, taking hold of the door knob, preparing to leave as Marc made his way through the rain back to the car.
"Bye," she replied, a little crossly, her arms folding in front of her.
The teen was about to shut the door, when a thought came to his mind, and he stopped, looking at the red head. "Sorry if I offended you earlier, but I didn't ask you out for the heck of it," without waiting for a reply, or even a nod of the head, he closed the door, leaving the rest to fate.
What I really meant to say
Is I'm really not that strong
No matter how I try I'm still holdin' on
And here's the honest truth
I'm still in love with you
And, that's what I really meant to say
That's what I really meant to say
That's what I really meant to say
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DMG: So, how was that? My first ever Tristan ficcy! Sorry if you're not a fan of him. Personally, I'm not either, but.. Sometimes you make 'em, sometimes you break 'em.
Yusuke: What's that mean?
Yami Magi: *looks at Yusuke, raising an eyebrow*
Yusuke: What?
DMG: ^_^;; Eh heh, nevermind Yusuke..
Yusuke: -.-;;
DMG: ^___^;; Well, hope that was to your liking J*gal! And the next fic will be out ASAP!
Yami Magi: I don't want to hear them right now... I hear you enough already.
DMG: *growls at her yami* Anyway, I am now going to get these chapters out as fast as I can, and I am SO incredibly sorry to those who have been waiting..
Yusuke: And waiting... and waiting... and waiting... and waiting..
DMG: -.- Yesh, I said I was sorry! Get off my back. Okay, anyway, this chapter is dedicated too *looks at list of reviews* This ones for J*Gal, next one is too Malik's Girl, then Yami Krissy, Trinity Conner, Digibaka, and I am going to throw in a Seto Kaiba ficcie in as well somewhere.... sometime...
Yami Magi: Kaiba? I didn't think you liked him.
DMG: He isn't one of my favs, but *shrugs* I found a good song, what can I say?
Yami Magi: -.-;;;
DMG: Yeah, well, anyway, if I missed someone, feel free to yell at me... and trash your room, and throw anything within your reach....
Yami Magi: As long as I'm not here....
DMG: ^_^;; Anyway, Yusuke, disclaimers?
Yusuke: *nods* xDarkxMagicianxGirlx does not own any of the Yu-Gi-Oh! Characters, or myself, she also does not own this song.
DMG: Thank you! *glomps him*
Yusuke: ^_______^
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"What I Really Meant To Say" by Cyndi Thomson
Tristan walked down the sidewalk, stumbling slightly, dazed almost completely out of his mind. He had just been turned down, twice, in the same day! Heck, twice in the same hour! Okay, maybe he might've deserved the rejection from Miho, but Serenity too?
He had thought, for some time that the younger Wheeler had had some feelings for him, even just a little. No, he wasn't her type.
"Well what in hell is her type?!" he growled furiously, beating his hand into the brick wall beside him.
Duke, he thought bitterly, he's probably more her type.
He made his way down the semi-empty streets once more, darkness starting to once again overtake the sun. It had been raining on and off all day, mostly for a few seconds or minutes, but during those few precious moments, it not only rained, it poured.
This time, the clouds that drifted over the sun looked ready to stay there a lot longer than a few minutes, and he was miles away from his house. Where was he anyway? Looking around, the spiky haired teen took in his surroundings.
He shook his head slightly as a few raindrops pelted his hair, he knew this place well. The arcade was a mere two blocks away, but on a day like today, it was closed. The Turtle Game Shop, home to his young friend Yugi, was three blocks away, but there was one place closer.
He looked up at the sky once again, the threat of being changed from a first rate punk to a drowned rat in seconds loomed over his head. It looked like mere seconds before the rains onslaught would begin, drenching everything beneath. He couldn't take the chance of her being there could he? Yes, he had too. The rain would hold no sympathy for him, and he would either show up looking like something the cat dragged in, or something the fish did.
"Is there a difference?" he asked himself idly, hurrying down the street.
"Of course there is you dimwit, one time your dry and the other you're not!" He answered himself back.
"Great, Tristan, now you're going scitzo on me!" he sighed sullenly, more raindrops beginning to fall on his dark hair.
He was relieved to find that the house in which he had been seeking was only a few steps away. It wasn't a very clean place, but it had a roof right? He stepped across the dead grass of the lawn, making his way to the off white door.
Tristan stepped beneath the small overhang that had been built over their top step, pressing the doorbell three times.
Footsteps came running down the steps hidden behind the door, just as the rain's onslaught began. The door opened, revealing the red head he so desired.
"Hey Tristan," Serenity smiled friendly at the older boy.
"Hi Serenity. Do you think I can come in? Maybe call my mother and have her pick me up since it is raining?" he asked politely, stepping inside when the girl nodded and motioned for him to enter.
A thumping came from upstairs and Joey emerged from the stairs. "Hey man!" he replied, slapping a hand on the other's back. "How ya been, you weren't in school today."
"I know I wasn't," Tristan replied bluntly, "just had a few things on my mind and decided not to come." His eyes glanced at the red head before falling back on Joey. "Mind if I use your phone?"
It took me by surprise
When I saw you standing there
Close enough to touch
Breathing the same air
You asked me how I'd been
I guess that's when I smiled and said just fine
Oh, but baby I was lyin'
Joey shook his head, his large mop of blonde hair falling into his eyes. Grabbing the cordless from it's holder, he tossed it to the other. "No, go right ahead."
He nodded his thanks and turned the receiver on, dialing the phone number he had come to memorize so well. There was a brief pause while the phone on the other side rang, before a voice picked up.
"Taylor residence, Aiko speaking."
"Hi mom, it's Tristan."
The teen could feel a slight relief overcome his mother's voice as she asked, "Hunny? Where are you? Your school called to inform me that you hadn't gone today, I was really worried."
"I'm sorry mom, I.... well, I'm at Joey's house, because of the storm," he said, avoiding the situation concerning his school until later, hoping his mother would ask nothing more of it.
"I'm afraid I can't come and get you sweety," the woman replied in her loving voice that was meant only for him.
"Does Marc have the car again?" he asked, implying his mother's boyfriend.
"Yes, I'm afraid I sent him off to get me some groceries. I'll be sure to send him to fetch you when he returns," she replied, a note of compassion in her voice.
"All right," he replied, almost sadly, "do you think he'll be back soon, though?"
"Yes, he should be right along, I'll have him get you as soon as he returns."
"Thanks mom," then glancing at Joey who seemed to be shooting himself with an imaginary gun from boredom, he rolled his eyes, saying, "Mom, I've got to go.. Joey needs the phone."
"All right sweety, I'll see you in a while. Love you."
"Love you too," he mumbled so the other two didn't hear him, before hanging up the phone.
Serenity took the phone from the taller teen, Tristan thanking her. Placing the phone back on it's holder, she returned to the room. Joey had begun telling a joke he had told to Yugi earlier that day, of course he hoped to get the same results, when he told it the first time, his best friend had nearly passed out from laughter.
The three entered the living room, Joey and Tristan plopping down on the couch and Serenity sitting opposite them in a patched leather chair the teen had seen Joey's drunken father lying in more than once.
Tristan's face was turned, acting as if he was looking and listening to the joke Joey struggled slightly to tell, though his eyes - and thoughts - were elsewhere. His light brown orbs were looking away from his blonde friend, staring at the red head.
She started laughing when it seemed Joey had reached the punch line, though it seemed to him a bit forced, forced but beautiful. He heard himself force a laugh as well, of course he had heard nothing of the joke.
His eyes traveled back to his blonde headed friend, and he found that the boy was staring at him oddly. Looking over, he found the other's sister giving him the same confused look. It was then he realized the joke had ended almost a full two minutes ago and he was still forcing himself to laugh, which sounded like a terribly sad laugh.
"Is something wrong, Tristan?" Serenity asked gently.
"Oh no, I'm fine, really," he lied, giving her a thumbs up and smiling fakely, though the smile seemed almost grim.
What I really meant to say
Is I'm dyin' here inside
And I miss you more each day
There's not a night I haven't cried
And baby, here's the truth
I'm still in love with you
(And, that's what I really meant to say)
"If you're sure." She answered, and gaining a nod, she pushed no further on the subject.
"Are you all sad because you got rejected by Miho today?" Joey suddenly asked, "she told Yugi and I this morning that you hadn't come to school because of it."
That seemed like a good excuse, didn't it? He felt himself nodding. "Yes, I guess it is."
Serenity gave the other a waning glance, but once again kept silent. She hadn't known the teen had asked Miho out as well as herself. She frowned slightly. "So you're just going around asking anything in a skirt to go out with you, hmn?"
He looked up at her, surprised he had even heard something like that come out of her perfect lips. He never had a chance, though, to answer her question as she got up and left the room. And as you walked away The echo of my words Cut just like a knife Cut so deep it hurt I held back the tearsHeld on to my pride and watched you go I wonder if you'll ever know
"Serenity!" Joey lept from his spot on the couch, "that was a rude thing to say, get back here and apologize!"
Tristan watched the siblings leave, sitting on the couch, staring at the wall in dismay. In the distance a door slammed. A very annoyed Joey appeared next, and Tristan found that slightly odd, he had never once seen his best friend annoyed with his little sister.
"I can't believe she said something like that to you," he fumed, "that was way rude!"
"No, Joey, don't blame her for what she said. It wasn't her fault." Tristan replied, but his friend didn't seem to here him, he merely continued to pace in front of his friend and rant.
"You're right, this isn't her fault. It's all that stupid Duke Devlon's fault!"
"His fault? How so?" the dark haired teen looked confused and curious at that last statement.
"Well," he calmed down slightly, looking at the other before him, "Serenity asked Duke out today, because she said the other person she had in mind was too old. Probably some famous movie star or something, but anyway, she went to his game shop and confessed her feelings, and what does the guy do?! He laughs and tells her she's too young!"
Tristan looked at the other with wide eyes. "When did she do that?"
"I don't know, after school sometime," he answered, adding a few unkind words under his breath, directed at the boy who had once made him wear a dog suit.
The teen smiled a bit grimly. So it was after I asked her, just what I thought, Duke is her perfect man...
There was a knock at the door, and Tristan looked at his friend, still pacing and ranting. "Uh... Joey..." he said, trying to gain the other's attention, but to no avail.
The doorbell chimed twice, and in a few seconds, a door could be heard creaking open upstairs and the familiar red head popped downstairs, opening the door to find a man standing at the door, an orange umbrella covering him from the rain, almost perfectly matching his curly mop of hair. What I really meant to say Is I'm dyin' here inside And I miss you more each day There's not a night I haven't cried And baby, here's the truth I'm still in love with you (And, that's what I really meant to say)
"Hello, I'm looking for Tristan...?" the man asked, desperately hoping he had found the right house.
The teen stood, hearing his name and walking past his blonde headed friend and to the door. "Marc?" He asked, looking past Serenity and to the carrot top in the doorway.
Marc sighed in relief. "Good, I found the right house. Your mother sent me to come get you."
Tristan nodded slightly. By then Joey had noticed he had been left alone in the room and had joined them.
With nothing to gather, the teen was ready in mere seconds.
"You'll be in school tomorrow, right?" Joey asked.
Tristan nodded slightly. "Yeah, I'll be there."
"Good, because tomorrow's the girl's basketball game at lunch, and you wouldn't wanna miss that, hmn?" he whispered, elbowing the boy. "Yugi and I found great seats today, so we can see all the shots." He winked slightly.
Tristan shook his head, laughing slightly. "You're such a pervert, Joey Wheeler," he said in a voice just above a whisper, as not to be heard.
The blonde gave him a thumbs up. "You know it!"
"Tristan, we should really be going," Marc said suddenly, shaking the wrist on his watch slightly and holding it to his ear.
The teen nodded. "All right. See you, Joey."
Joey nodded his goodbye, and walked off slightly, leaving Tristan to face Serenity.
"Um-ur- bye Serenity," he replied, taking hold of the door knob, preparing to leave as Marc made his way through the rain back to the car.
"Bye," she replied, a little crossly, her arms folding in front of her.
The teen was about to shut the door, when a thought came to his mind, and he stopped, looking at the red head. "Sorry if I offended you earlier, but I didn't ask you out for the heck of it," without waiting for a reply, or even a nod of the head, he closed the door, leaving the rest to fate.
What I really meant to say
Is I'm really not that strong
No matter how I try I'm still holdin' on
And here's the honest truth
I'm still in love with you
And, that's what I really meant to say
That's what I really meant to say
That's what I really meant to say
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
DMG: So, how was that? My first ever Tristan ficcy! Sorry if you're not a fan of him. Personally, I'm not either, but.. Sometimes you make 'em, sometimes you break 'em.
Yusuke: What's that mean?
Yami Magi: *looks at Yusuke, raising an eyebrow*
Yusuke: What?
DMG: ^_^;; Eh heh, nevermind Yusuke..
Yusuke: -.-;;
DMG: ^___^;; Well, hope that was to your liking J*gal! And the next fic will be out ASAP!