Tristan's Lost

by Honestly Lost12

This is a different sort of story, but I hope you like it! This is my first fanfiction. I hope you like it..It's a little misconjubbled..in a way. I won't be adding fanfictions that connect to it..I will be adding chapters to it!

3. Now What?

Chapter 3: Now What?

...Tristan had rushed as quickly as he could out the door. He couldn't bear it anymore. He hurt inside, he was scared...for once.

He wanted to go home to his girlfriend, Angelina. Her full name was Angelina Grace Porter, someday, Tristan hoped, she would be Angelina Grace Gourge. They had met in one of tristan's classes. Tristan held classes for poetry, and stories. They weren't proffessional or anything, they were meetings held at his house every Tuesday and Thursday at 6:00. Luckily, it was only 5:15 when he got off the train. Angelina hadn't known where he had gone, or even that he had gone. He had just woken up in the morning and gone.

That meant something. Tristan was finally back home, he let out a sigh of relaif, and then a sigh of annoyance. Angelina was standing in front of the garage door, with one hand on her hip, and the other holding the note he had left for her in the other. When he got out of the door, she immeadiatley said "Well, start explaining, you said you would." She said, pointing at the note. "And I know I said I would. Lets go inside and I'll explain everything." Hr replied. "You better." She said. "I will." They walked up the porch steps together, and in they went. "Well?" She said, once they sat down. "I went to see my step-mom." He said. "O-oh." She said. "You havn't done that in a while!" "I know. I thought I had better go, you know, before it was too late." "Oh, I see. Is she slipping?" Said Angelina, she always seemed to go a little overboard. "No, sweetheart. She's doing...ok, I quess." Said Tristan. "Are you sad?" Said Angelina. " A little..I quess." Said Tristan. "You want me to make it all better?" Said Angelina. She was getting in a good mood.

"Of course." Said Tristan. "Ok, then. First you can take a long hot bath, while I rub your neck, then we can go to bed. Tristan, and Angelina went into their room, then into their bathroom. Tristan hopped into the bathtub with all his clothes on, he just wanted to soak. Tristan sat down next to him, and rubbed his neck, while they talked.

Afterwards, they went to bed. Angelina layed down, and tristan layed next to her, he kissed her on the cheek, and then rested again, turning his head toward the ceiling. Angelina rolled on top of him, and kissed him smoothly on the lips.