A/N: More and more about Tristian is revealed.
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Chapter 14 – Faded Love
Their eyes widened at the size of his room, unable to believe the expanse or the quality of it, jealousy driving through every molecule of their bodies.
"This is about three times bigger than our rooms, and your beds are way bigger," Bobby gapped.
"You have a TV!" Pyro exclaimed, plopping down into a seat, turning it on. "Damn, we don't get TV's in our rooms. We have to fight downstairs for who gets to watch what"
Rogue stumbled into the bathroom. "Ya have bathtubs that can fit three in here. I'm lucky to fit in the one I share with Siryn."
Tristian smiled and shook his head, opening the nightstand drawer and retrieving his wallet. He opened it up, counting his money. It was all there, he closed it when something caught his eye and he slowly opened it back up. The corner of a picture was sticking out of the side slot. He gently pulled it out.
It was faded, worn out but the picture of the girl itself was still clearly visible. Her long flowing red hair spilled down the back of her head in a crimson fall, in natural wavy cirls, pinned with a clip to keep it in place but two strands fell in her face as always, framing her forest green eyes. Her round face was bright and glowing, cheeks a bright pink, teeth gleaming white with her heart stopping grin. She was wearing a baby blue top that she had chosen to match his eyes, and a pair of dark jeans that were torn at the knees. Her necklace dangling in front of her shirt on a dainty white gold chain, a small emerald encrypted in more white gold hung on the end, dangling gently as light reflected off it. The sun peeked in behind her, casting a hallow around he, causing her to glow like the angel she was.
He remembered taking that picture of Bonnie that day. Almost two years ago, when everything in their lives seemed perfect. He smiled at the memory of her, touching the necklace that was hidden behind his shirt.
"Oh my God! You have satellite television."
Tristian blinked shaking his head, chuckling a bit at John.
"Pretty girl, who is she?" Rogue asked, peeking over his shoulder on tip toe.
Tristian tucked the picture back into his wallet and shoved it into his back pocket before she could get a through look. "You ready?" he asked, changing the subject.
Rogue nodded. "Yeah I am, but we're gonna have to pry John away from your TV."
Bobby grabbed John's elbow, pulling him from the chair, "Come on, pal. Let's go."
"But Six Feet Under is on I haven't been able to watch it for a week. And look," he pressed the button the remote switching to another channel. "The Korn concert. Come on I can't miss this."
Rogue pressed the off button the TV. "Yes ya can. Let's go."
Bobby hulled John to his feet, taking the remote from him and setting it on the bed. Pyro just stared at the TV. "Just ten minutes, please."
"You can watch it later," Tristian told him. "Feel free to use my TV when I'm not busy."
"Okay," he grumbled, jerking his arm from Bobby's grip.
"Alright, tell you what. You three just wait here," Tristian told them. "Matter of fact let John watch TV until I come back. I'm just gonna go tell Jean."
No sooner did the words spill from his mouth was John back in his room, parked in a chair in front of his TV. Bobby rolled his eyes going in the room after him. Rogue smiled and looked at Tristian.
"Are you okay?" she asked, hand lingering against the door frame.
He nodded his head. "Yeah I'm fine."
She nodded her head in a bobbing gesture, pursuing her lips. "If you ever want to talk, Tristian…you can trust me."
He gave her a half smile, "Thanks Marie…I'm going to go tell Jean. Be back in a minute." She watched him go down the hall, liking him more and more by the minute. But she couldn't help but to wonder why he wouldn't tell her about the girl in the picture. She went back into the room, puzzling over it while watching TV with John and Bobby.
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OoooOoo, its getting interesting finally. R&R, tell me what you think
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Chapter 14 – Faded Love
Their eyes widened at the size of his room, unable to believe the expanse or the quality of it, jealousy driving through every molecule of their bodies.
"This is about three times bigger than our rooms, and your beds are way bigger," Bobby gapped.
"You have a TV!" Pyro exclaimed, plopping down into a seat, turning it on. "Damn, we don't get TV's in our rooms. We have to fight downstairs for who gets to watch what"
Rogue stumbled into the bathroom. "Ya have bathtubs that can fit three in here. I'm lucky to fit in the one I share with Siryn."
Tristian smiled and shook his head, opening the nightstand drawer and retrieving his wallet. He opened it up, counting his money. It was all there, he closed it when something caught his eye and he slowly opened it back up. The corner of a picture was sticking out of the side slot. He gently pulled it out.
It was faded, worn out but the picture of the girl itself was still clearly visible. Her long flowing red hair spilled down the back of her head in a crimson fall, in natural wavy cirls, pinned with a clip to keep it in place but two strands fell in her face as always, framing her forest green eyes. Her round face was bright and glowing, cheeks a bright pink, teeth gleaming white with her heart stopping grin. She was wearing a baby blue top that she had chosen to match his eyes, and a pair of dark jeans that were torn at the knees. Her necklace dangling in front of her shirt on a dainty white gold chain, a small emerald encrypted in more white gold hung on the end, dangling gently as light reflected off it. The sun peeked in behind her, casting a hallow around he, causing her to glow like the angel she was.
He remembered taking that picture of Bonnie that day. Almost two years ago, when everything in their lives seemed perfect. He smiled at the memory of her, touching the necklace that was hidden behind his shirt.
"Oh my God! You have satellite television."
Tristian blinked shaking his head, chuckling a bit at John.
"Pretty girl, who is she?" Rogue asked, peeking over his shoulder on tip toe.
Tristian tucked the picture back into his wallet and shoved it into his back pocket before she could get a through look. "You ready?" he asked, changing the subject.
Rogue nodded. "Yeah I am, but we're gonna have to pry John away from your TV."
Bobby grabbed John's elbow, pulling him from the chair, "Come on, pal. Let's go."
"But Six Feet Under is on I haven't been able to watch it for a week. And look," he pressed the button the remote switching to another channel. "The Korn concert. Come on I can't miss this."
Rogue pressed the off button the TV. "Yes ya can. Let's go."
Bobby hulled John to his feet, taking the remote from him and setting it on the bed. Pyro just stared at the TV. "Just ten minutes, please."
"You can watch it later," Tristian told him. "Feel free to use my TV when I'm not busy."
"Okay," he grumbled, jerking his arm from Bobby's grip.
"Alright, tell you what. You three just wait here," Tristian told them. "Matter of fact let John watch TV until I come back. I'm just gonna go tell Jean."
No sooner did the words spill from his mouth was John back in his room, parked in a chair in front of his TV. Bobby rolled his eyes going in the room after him. Rogue smiled and looked at Tristian.
"Are you okay?" she asked, hand lingering against the door frame.
He nodded his head. "Yeah I'm fine."
She nodded her head in a bobbing gesture, pursuing her lips. "If you ever want to talk, Tristian…you can trust me."
He gave her a half smile, "Thanks Marie…I'm going to go tell Jean. Be back in a minute." She watched him go down the hall, liking him more and more by the minute. But she couldn't help but to wonder why he wouldn't tell her about the girl in the picture. She went back into the room, puzzling over it while watching TV with John and Bobby.
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OoooOoo, its getting interesting finally. R&R, tell me what you think