A/N: Hey…I know I haven't updated this in a long time. And I'm sorry. I know I said in one other chapter that I was going to finish this by the second week of April. Well, I meant of 2012. Just kidding…I had some terrible writers block, and I didn't know how I wanted to finish this…Also this is the last chapter. I think I just shed a tear. Nah, that was because my sunburn is killing me. Always wear sunscreen people. Yes, this is the last chapter. And we will figure out what TLC means. And it's a little different than what I was originally thinking, but a review changed how it would go. And thanks to these people for favoriting: hockeychick19, Melodiux, puppylove149, StopMakingExcuses, and tiffc10. And to these for alerting: Cecelia S. Bradley, LuvLife113, Melodiux, puppylove149, StopMakingExcuses, tiffc10, and wisegirlweasley. And the reviewer that changed the course of this chapter was, StopMakingExcuses. Loved the idea, and really gave me the boost to write this. And, I love your username. Big thanks to you! And here we go with the story.
Disclaimer: No tengo MDBC. {I don't own MDBC. Loose translation.}
Cassidy POV
I must have fallen asleep on the train, for some reason unknown to me, cause I'm always wide awake, as if I drank about three bottles of Mountain Dew. But, I feel Tristan shaking my shoulder again. I shake his hand off me, and get up. I was having a pretty good dream. I walk out of the train, and out to the parking lot. I say goodbye to Becca, Emma, Jess, and the guys with them, since they're riding in the other car. I walk over to the car, and Tristan pulls out the keys to unlock it. He unlocks it, and I pull the handle. It won't open.
"It's still locked." I tell him. He pushes the button, I pull the handle, and it won't open. Seriously? He pushes the button again, and I pull the handle. It's still locked.
"Cass. Let go of the handle." He tells me. I let the handle go, and sigh to myself, slightly annoyed. Why do these things happen to me? He pushes the button, and I wait a couple of seconds to be sure, and pull the handle. The door flies open, and scares me, it opened so fast. I jump out of the way so it doesn't hit me. Megan, Simon, and Tristan all look like they're going to laugh, and I glare at them. I climb in the car, and sit down with a huff. I buckle my belt, and sit there, thinking to myself as Tristan pulls out of the lot and onto the highway. I start thinking about TLC of all things. Tristan said he would tell me later, and we're almost home. He better do this soon. Whoa. I think to myself. That sounds kind of whiney. I take a deep breath, and try to calm myself.
I look over at Tristan, who is focused on the road and doesn't look like he's about to tell me. I look in the mirror at Simon and Megan. They're talking about something, unlike Tristan and I. I flick another glance at him, and he looks like he's thinking about something. I hope that it's TLC that he's thinking about. I sigh and look out the window, which is pretty pointless, since it's dark and I can't see anything. I hear a burst of laughter from Megan in the back, and she and Simon laugh in harmony, almost. I glance quickly over at Tristan, thinking he might have an idea about what they're laughing about. He must have been thinking the same thing as me, since when I look at him, he's looking at me, probably thinking the same thing as me. I smile, and laugh slightly to myself, and he does the same thing. I face forward again, feeling a little better than I did before. We drive into town, and first stop is probably going to be Megan's.
"Si, do you want me to drop you off at home once I drop Megan off? Then I'll go drop Cassidy off." I hear Tristan say to Simon. I wonder why he wants Simon out of here, I don't mind him, and he's pretty cool.
"Sure Tris. That's fine, I'm pretty tired." Simon says to Tristan. I wonder what Tristan could possibly want to tell me, that he doesn't want Simon to hear. Usually they tell each other everything. Or so I thought. I look at Tristan, with a questioning look on my face. He doesn't notice, since he's trying to see the street signs in the dark. He finally finds the right one, and we begin the drive up the giant hill to Megan's house. He looks at the mailboxes, trying to find Megan's. He stops suddenly, finding the right one, 523. He drives up the long driveway, being careful to make all the turns, since we don't want to end up on the lawn, or worse crash into a tree. He pulls up in front of the porch, the light on. Simon jumps out, and opens Megan's door. He takes her hand, and they walk up the stairs of her porch and inside the door. I sit there, with Tristan, in almost of an awkward silence. It makes me uncomfortable, since we usually never have an awkward moment. Are you supposed to? Like, if you're with the right person, then nothing should be awkward. Right? Is that just me or what? Is there like, a Dummy's Guide to relationships or something? I slant a glance at Tristan, and he doesn't look uncomfortable. Why me? I think miserably. So, I decide to think about TLC. Y'know, cause I'm bored and stuff. And in the middle of an awkward moment. With myself. Cause that stuff happens all the time. I see Tristan, like flutter his hands or something and of course it distracts me.
"Are you having, like a hand spasm or something?" I ask him and he looks at me confused, and laughs.
"Uh no. Thanks for your concern though." He says while laughing.
"Would you please explain to me what that was?" I ask politely.
"It's the universal hand signal for 'hawkward'." He says to me smiling.
"Hawkward? Alrighty then." I say laughing. He is so crazy. But I like that. I see Simon walk out of the house and back to the car. He slides in and buckles his belt. Tristan flicks a glance in the mirror, and smiles mischievously.
"Dude. You have lip gloss on your cheek." Tristan says to him. Simon's cheeks flush slightly, and he raises his hand to his cheek to wipe it off.
"Wrong cheek." Tristan says with a laugh, and Simon looks confused.
"She kissed this cheek." He says confused, and then he realizes how Tristan set him up.
"So, she kissed you?" Tristan asks him coyly.
"You're evil. I hope you know that." He says to him annoyed. I laugh at this.
"For the record guys, I don't even think she was wearing lip gloss." I say this, and they both laugh. It's true. I didn't see her put any on, I think. I don't really know what lip gloss looks like, I don't wear it. That is Becca's world. Tristan drives back down the road, towards the main road. He reaches the bottom, and drives down a little ways, not too far and stops in front of his house. He lets Simon out, and he scampers up the front steps. He waits until Simon is inside before he drives away. We're the only two left in the car, and the silence isn't awkward, or hawkward as Tristan would say. Just comfortable. So I think about TLC. Wait. Tristan begins with a T. Concord begins with a C. Tristan, what Concord? Lollipop? Lucky? Leaves? My heart drops as I think. Tristan's Leaving Concord. Oh my god. I look out the window, trying to figure out where we are. We're almost to my house. If he's leaving Concord, is he going to break up with me?
"Tristan. I figured out what TLC means." I say to him, miserable.
"Alright, what is it?" He asks, like there's not a care in the world.
"Tristan's. Leaving. Concord." I say to him, calmly saying each word, trying not to let the emotion spill over. I feel him stop short, and he's right in front of my house it turns out. He's rigid, and he's staring straight ahead.
"If you're going to break up with me, then do it. Don't hold out on me. I can take it." I say hollowly, trying not to cry. Stop. I think to myself. Don't you cry. It's not worth it, Cassidy. I flick a glance at Tristan, and he's staring at me, appalled.
"Cassidy. I'm not breaking up with you. I have no intention of doing that. I'm not leaving Concord anytime soon Cass." He says looking me right in my eyes. I know he's not lying, and I feel stupid for thinking that. I take a deep breath, trying to calm myself.
"Do you want to know what it really means?" He asks me, calmly, like he has all the time in the world. I nod at him quickly, really wanting to know.
"Tristan. Loves. Cassidy." He says, looking at me, like he's observing me under a microscope. I take a sharp breath in. He loves me? I feel him wrap his arm around me and pull me close into him.
"I love you Cass." He says into my hair, and I smile, filled with silly joy. I lift my head, and look him in the eyes.
"I love you too Tris." I say, surprised by how easily it comes out, and how natural it sounds. And then I do the most unexpected thing I did this evening. I kissed him.
A/N: And, here it is! All done! I told myself that I would finish this before I started school, so here I am, Monday night, 10:00, watching the season finale of Keeping up with the Kardashians. School is Thursday. Mission=Accomplished. I'm happy. Next one for P&HP should be up soon. I just updated Snapshots, so any ideas of F for me? I have zip. Zilch. Nada. Zero. Cero. I could go on. Actually, no I don't know anymore languages. So, review I guess. I feel sad, this is the last A/N for this story. It breaks my heart. Nah, not really. Any ideas for a new story? Will take ideas, since I'm down to only two stories. Adios!
-Megan.:]3