A/N: This is gonna get good real soon. I love it when ideas piece together so easily.
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Chapter 15- Jeanie and Trist
He turned on his heels, gliding to her door and rapping against it with his knuckles. He heard shuffling inside, papers being put away and the sound of her feet on the carpet. The lock clicked, the door cracked open and he saw one green eye peer at him before it opened fully.
"Tristian, hi, what's up?" she asked, brushing a strand of hair from her face as it was up in a messy bun.
"Nothing much," he shrugged, looking her over. She appeared to still be in her pajamas. The baggy shirt baring one shoulder and the bottoms a little too long. He smiled, she looked cute that way. "I was just taking the three out to breakfast…or lunch in this case and I was wondering if I could borrow a car seeing as how a jet might be a little…well conspicuous."
She chuckled and he saw the sorrow in her eyes drain. She'd been crying, he could tell. "Sure," a set of keys floated behind her and up to him. He picked them out of the air.
"Thanks, now do me a favor," he told her, leaning against the door way.
"What's that?" she asked tilting her head to the side.
"Get ready."
"Why?" she frowned, forehead creasing.
"Cause you're going with us," he told her.
"Tristian, I can't," she shook her head looking at the floor.
"Yeah you can. It'll be good for you to get out. I never really lived in this area so it'd be good for me too. I lived in New York and D.C. always the crowded areas. So come on, it should be fun."
She smiled, "Give me five minutes…come in."
He came in, hands in his pockets while she went into the bathroom. Her room was identical to his except for it being mostly a deep maroon and crimson color instead of royal blue. On a desk near the window were a stack of papers freshly graded, her red pen lay on its side, uncapped.
He picked up some of the papers, rifling through, laughing at some of the answers that seemed ridiculous.
"What are you doing?"
Tristian looked up, at her, smiling. She was wearing a grayish color V neck shirt with a black duster and a pair of black jeans. Her red hair combed and fanned out. It was amazing how she could get ready so fast and make it look good. Most girls' he knew took an hour or two to get ready and look as nice as she did in five minutes.
He gestured at the paper in his hand, "I see some people didn't even bother to read the book." He looked at the paper in his hands. "To Kill a Mockingbird was about different ways to kill a mockingbird," he laughed, putting the papers back on her desk. "That's great, very creative; they should at least get credit for that."
"I gave them a few points and a week to read the book and hand in a new report," she jerked her head to the door. "Now come on, Trist, I'm sure the others don't want to be kept waiting."
He raised his eyebrows at the sudden change of name. "What? You calling me by nicknames suddenly?"
She gave him a small smile, a light brush rising to her cheeks. "I'm sorry."
"No," he stepped next to her, looking down on her since he was three inches taller. "I like it," he smiled and it actually reached his sky blue eyes, causing them to glow. Jean could see the happiness reflect in them for the first time since she met him and what she bet was the first time in a long time. "It means you're comfortable around me, that you trust me and look at me as a friend…I haven't had that in a long time. Means a lot to me…Jeanie."
She chuckled, "I like to look at my friends like family. I don't seem to have much of it nowadays."
"Join the club," he frowned at her a little. "Not to be rude, but how old are you anyways?"
"Twenty-eight," she answered truthfully.
"Damn," he mumbled, opening her bedroom door. "You're two years older than me."
She did the math in her mind, "No, I'm five years older."
"Yeah, about my age, I lied. I'm twenty-six. Don't ask why I lied, I don't even know but I won't lie anymore."
She nodded her head, "I'm still older."
He smiled, "Not always a bad thing. Let's go," he shut the door behind them. "It's going to be a pain in the ass to pry John from the TV."
"Oh no," she groaned. "He found out you have satellite."
Tristian chuckled, putting his arm around her shoulders. "That he did, Jeanie, that he did." For the first time in years, he realized, as he walked with Jean and had three friends in his room, he was truly happy with people who accepted him and nothing would ever take that away from him again. He wouldn't let it.
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Chapter 15- Jeanie and Trist
He turned on his heels, gliding to her door and rapping against it with his knuckles. He heard shuffling inside, papers being put away and the sound of her feet on the carpet. The lock clicked, the door cracked open and he saw one green eye peer at him before it opened fully.
"Tristian, hi, what's up?" she asked, brushing a strand of hair from her face as it was up in a messy bun.
"Nothing much," he shrugged, looking her over. She appeared to still be in her pajamas. The baggy shirt baring one shoulder and the bottoms a little too long. He smiled, she looked cute that way. "I was just taking the three out to breakfast…or lunch in this case and I was wondering if I could borrow a car seeing as how a jet might be a little…well conspicuous."
She chuckled and he saw the sorrow in her eyes drain. She'd been crying, he could tell. "Sure," a set of keys floated behind her and up to him. He picked them out of the air.
"Thanks, now do me a favor," he told her, leaning against the door way.
"What's that?" she asked tilting her head to the side.
"Get ready."
"Why?" she frowned, forehead creasing.
"Cause you're going with us," he told her.
"Tristian, I can't," she shook her head looking at the floor.
"Yeah you can. It'll be good for you to get out. I never really lived in this area so it'd be good for me too. I lived in New York and D.C. always the crowded areas. So come on, it should be fun."
She smiled, "Give me five minutes…come in."
He came in, hands in his pockets while she went into the bathroom. Her room was identical to his except for it being mostly a deep maroon and crimson color instead of royal blue. On a desk near the window were a stack of papers freshly graded, her red pen lay on its side, uncapped.
He picked up some of the papers, rifling through, laughing at some of the answers that seemed ridiculous.
"What are you doing?"
Tristian looked up, at her, smiling. She was wearing a grayish color V neck shirt with a black duster and a pair of black jeans. Her red hair combed and fanned out. It was amazing how she could get ready so fast and make it look good. Most girls' he knew took an hour or two to get ready and look as nice as she did in five minutes.
He gestured at the paper in his hand, "I see some people didn't even bother to read the book." He looked at the paper in his hands. "To Kill a Mockingbird was about different ways to kill a mockingbird," he laughed, putting the papers back on her desk. "That's great, very creative; they should at least get credit for that."
"I gave them a few points and a week to read the book and hand in a new report," she jerked her head to the door. "Now come on, Trist, I'm sure the others don't want to be kept waiting."
He raised his eyebrows at the sudden change of name. "What? You calling me by nicknames suddenly?"
She gave him a small smile, a light brush rising to her cheeks. "I'm sorry."
"No," he stepped next to her, looking down on her since he was three inches taller. "I like it," he smiled and it actually reached his sky blue eyes, causing them to glow. Jean could see the happiness reflect in them for the first time since she met him and what she bet was the first time in a long time. "It means you're comfortable around me, that you trust me and look at me as a friend…I haven't had that in a long time. Means a lot to me…Jeanie."
She chuckled, "I like to look at my friends like family. I don't seem to have much of it nowadays."
"Join the club," he frowned at her a little. "Not to be rude, but how old are you anyways?"
"Twenty-eight," she answered truthfully.
"Damn," he mumbled, opening her bedroom door. "You're two years older than me."
She did the math in her mind, "No, I'm five years older."
"Yeah, about my age, I lied. I'm twenty-six. Don't ask why I lied, I don't even know but I won't lie anymore."
She nodded her head, "I'm still older."
He smiled, "Not always a bad thing. Let's go," he shut the door behind them. "It's going to be a pain in the ass to pry John from the TV."
"Oh no," she groaned. "He found out you have satellite."
Tristian chuckled, putting his arm around her shoulders. "That he did, Jeanie, that he did." For the first time in years, he realized, as he walked with Jean and had three friends in his room, he was truly happy with people who accepted him and nothing would ever take that away from him again. He wouldn't let it.
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R&R NEXT CHAPTER COMING SOON!!
TELL ME WHAT YOU'RE THINKING SO FAR, I LOVE THE INPUT. IF YOU HAVE ANY QUESTIONS ASK. I'LL EMAIL YOU THE ANSWERS A.S.A.P. OR EMAIL THEM TO ME AT MdNightBeezr314@aol.com