Chapter Two
And There She Is
Tristan~
Okay my mother's words of "some summer clothes" was the understatement of the century. On my bed there were a total of eight bags, eight bags that were all full and I mean packed to capacity. I have no idea what is going on with her. Worry all of a sudden overwhelms me, why was she doing this? Is she sick? Is that why they let me come home, is that why she's being so nice to me and my father, are they hiding something from me? I try to shake it off, after all she looked fine….
Why am I worrying about this?
I try to put it out of my mind as I start to look through the bags. The clothing is impeccable of course that's to be expected from my mother. I grab a pair of baby blue trunks from the stash and find a white summer button down; I even find a pair of sandals. I quickly dress, the sooner I get leave the sooner I can find out about Rory. I turn to check myself out in the mirror, I've left the shirt unbuttoned, they all wanna see my six- pack, I shouldn't disappoint them.
I notice a small silver package on the dresser; I pick it up and look at the card, "To Lisa, Happy Birthday. Love Tristan" my mother truly had thought of everything and once again it was scaring me. I try to ignore it, as I look it the mirror. "Perfection as always," I say to my reflection "hey your parents may not have given you love or attention, but at least they you looks." I laugh at myself as I run my hand over my hair; I hoped I could pull of a buzz cut out in the real world. There was a little hair, but certainly not a lot, the good thing was I learned I didn't have an oddly shaped head.
Once again I can't help but laugh at myself. I grab my wallet from my discarded pants and grab a baseball cap from my closet. "Worried about your hair or actually your lack there of?" I turn to see my mother smiling in the doorway "I remember your father two days before our prom decided to shave off all his hair." She starts laughing to herself remembering "Your grandmother flipped out and made us redress and retake our photographs for a professional photographer as soon as it grew back." I laugh, unable to imagine my father doing anything less then perfect or hell anything remotely seeming human. My mother walks over to me and looks up at my head, "Well at least that scar isn't too bad, they did a good job with it."
I raise my hand up to the side of my head where I had discovered the small scar just a few short months ago. "Yea, I never knew I had it. How did I get it?"
She looks at me puzzled "You don't remember?"
"No" I say with a simple shake of my head.
"You hit your head on the pool." She kind of gets lost for a moment, it's like I see her go back in time to that moment, but she shakes it off. "Sunglasses"
"Huh?"
"To complete the ensemble" she raises up her hand to reveal a bag from the Sunglass Hut "I forgot to bring them up before. Her present is on your dresser, it's a necklace in case you're wondering. Oh and car keys, I had your father drop off your car at the shop because it hasn't been driven in so long and it was about time for an oil change too." She hands me her keys "it's in the garage, the silver one, be safe and have a good time. Your father and I have dinner plans tonight so we won't be back until late."
With that she left the room and once again left me feeling very confused.
The Garage~
I almost died when I discovered my mom's car it was a BMW z8, the car cost over a hundred grand and she was trusting me with it? Oh something is definitely wrong in my house, but I'm not gonna be complaining anytime soon.
The Party~
I almost skipped going to the part as I passed the entrance to the 95 and knew I could be at her house in mere minutes because of this car. I couldn't do that though, my bravery was fading, I couldn't bear seeing her with him and knowing that I could never compare. So I parked my car in the large driveway and headed around back with the present and hat in my hand.
I saw her almost instantly as I got to the pool. Things certainly had changed since I'd left, but they didn't look too dramatic as Rory was lounging in a chair reading. Her bikini was quite honestly amazing, it was a shiny deep aqua blue that reflected the light and there was almost nothing to it, a string bikini at it's best, but very out of place on the girl I called Mary.
How much had changed since I'd been gone?
I got my answer within moments as Michael came running as Rory stood. He scooped her in his arms and ran for the water. She was screaming and I was ready to go running after him to beat him for scaring her. Then I realized as they hit the water and she came up laughing, that she wasn't scared, she was having fun. Then he kissed her, yea beating out of the question, torture, slow and painful. The movie Seven came to my mind, but then it left as all of a sudden I started to hear "Tristan" "Oh my god, it's Tristan." "Holy shit they actually let you come back?" Her eyes came to me and that's were they stopped and focused on my face I'm assuming, since my death glare at them was more than obvious. I was over taken in hugs and I let them take me away from the nightmare that had become of my homecoming.
And There She Is
Tristan~
Okay my mother's words of "some summer clothes" was the understatement of the century. On my bed there were a total of eight bags, eight bags that were all full and I mean packed to capacity. I have no idea what is going on with her. Worry all of a sudden overwhelms me, why was she doing this? Is she sick? Is that why they let me come home, is that why she's being so nice to me and my father, are they hiding something from me? I try to shake it off, after all she looked fine….
Why am I worrying about this?
I try to put it out of my mind as I start to look through the bags. The clothing is impeccable of course that's to be expected from my mother. I grab a pair of baby blue trunks from the stash and find a white summer button down; I even find a pair of sandals. I quickly dress, the sooner I get leave the sooner I can find out about Rory. I turn to check myself out in the mirror, I've left the shirt unbuttoned, they all wanna see my six- pack, I shouldn't disappoint them.
I notice a small silver package on the dresser; I pick it up and look at the card, "To Lisa, Happy Birthday. Love Tristan" my mother truly had thought of everything and once again it was scaring me. I try to ignore it, as I look it the mirror. "Perfection as always," I say to my reflection "hey your parents may not have given you love or attention, but at least they you looks." I laugh at myself as I run my hand over my hair; I hoped I could pull of a buzz cut out in the real world. There was a little hair, but certainly not a lot, the good thing was I learned I didn't have an oddly shaped head.
Once again I can't help but laugh at myself. I grab my wallet from my discarded pants and grab a baseball cap from my closet. "Worried about your hair or actually your lack there of?" I turn to see my mother smiling in the doorway "I remember your father two days before our prom decided to shave off all his hair." She starts laughing to herself remembering "Your grandmother flipped out and made us redress and retake our photographs for a professional photographer as soon as it grew back." I laugh, unable to imagine my father doing anything less then perfect or hell anything remotely seeming human. My mother walks over to me and looks up at my head, "Well at least that scar isn't too bad, they did a good job with it."
I raise my hand up to the side of my head where I had discovered the small scar just a few short months ago. "Yea, I never knew I had it. How did I get it?"
She looks at me puzzled "You don't remember?"
"No" I say with a simple shake of my head.
"You hit your head on the pool." She kind of gets lost for a moment, it's like I see her go back in time to that moment, but she shakes it off. "Sunglasses"
"Huh?"
"To complete the ensemble" she raises up her hand to reveal a bag from the Sunglass Hut "I forgot to bring them up before. Her present is on your dresser, it's a necklace in case you're wondering. Oh and car keys, I had your father drop off your car at the shop because it hasn't been driven in so long and it was about time for an oil change too." She hands me her keys "it's in the garage, the silver one, be safe and have a good time. Your father and I have dinner plans tonight so we won't be back until late."
With that she left the room and once again left me feeling very confused.
The Garage~
I almost died when I discovered my mom's car it was a BMW z8, the car cost over a hundred grand and she was trusting me with it? Oh something is definitely wrong in my house, but I'm not gonna be complaining anytime soon.
The Party~
I almost skipped going to the part as I passed the entrance to the 95 and knew I could be at her house in mere minutes because of this car. I couldn't do that though, my bravery was fading, I couldn't bear seeing her with him and knowing that I could never compare. So I parked my car in the large driveway and headed around back with the present and hat in my hand.
I saw her almost instantly as I got to the pool. Things certainly had changed since I'd left, but they didn't look too dramatic as Rory was lounging in a chair reading. Her bikini was quite honestly amazing, it was a shiny deep aqua blue that reflected the light and there was almost nothing to it, a string bikini at it's best, but very out of place on the girl I called Mary.
How much had changed since I'd been gone?
I got my answer within moments as Michael came running as Rory stood. He scooped her in his arms and ran for the water. She was screaming and I was ready to go running after him to beat him for scaring her. Then I realized as they hit the water and she came up laughing, that she wasn't scared, she was having fun. Then he kissed her, yea beating out of the question, torture, slow and painful. The movie Seven came to my mind, but then it left as all of a sudden I started to hear "Tristan" "Oh my god, it's Tristan." "Holy shit they actually let you come back?" Her eyes came to me and that's were they stopped and focused on my face I'm assuming, since my death glare at them was more than obvious. I was over taken in hugs and I let them take me away from the nightmare that had become of my homecoming.