Drabble #2 – Back to December
Tristan stood frozen as the other boy approached him. He remembered the last time Ethan had approached him…and he wished he didn't. It was a bad memory that remained scorched into his mind.
"Hey Trish…I mean Tristan…long time no see"
Tristan heard the scratching noise of chairs being moved, and knew that his friends had the intention of interfering. He looked back at them with a pleading look. They might not have liked it, but they stood back and waited. Ethan took a few steps towards him, but the look in Tristan's eyes made him stop. Shoving his hands back into his pockets, Ethan tried to meet the others eyes, to no avail.
"So how are you and your folks, it's been awhile since I've seen you guys…"
Silence rung throughout the room as Tristan struggled to maintain his composure.
"They're dead….remember?" Tristan held back his onslaught of tears, at the memory of his parents.
Regret splashed across Ethan's face; unfortunately Tristan wasn't in a forgiving mood. Tremors racked his slender frame, but he somehow dug up the courage to stare into the others face. Regret and sadness were displayed within Ethan's eyes. He wished he could forgive him, but the teasing and mockery that Ethan had subjected him too were all that raced through his mind.
"Fag!"
"Slut"
"Whore"
"Freak"
"Fairy!"
Ethan's voice snapped him out of his trance. He wasn't happy that he did, because he had to stare at the others sad face.
"I know things weren't good between us…but I'm glad I got to see you again," Ethan's voice was filled with sincerity.
"Why would you want to see a fag like me?"
Ethan's face twisted in regret as his own words were spat back at him.
"I'm sorry…I really am…maybe we can talk…"
"Just…please just go…" as much as Tristan tried, he couldn't stop his voice from shaking.
Ethan slowly nodded; slipping his number into Tristan's shaking hand. He gulped as he watched the tears trail down the latter's cheek.
Tristan hastily nodded, the tears rapidly increasing. Soon he felt warmth surround him and turned to see Hannah hugging his waist, and the rest of them creating a shield around the trembling youth. Drake noted this sadly and began to make his exit.
"If I could come back, that'd be great…but if the chain is on your door I understand,"
With that, Ethan made his exit. Tristan took a deep breath, but found that his knees were shaking so badly that he felt himself crumble. But instead of landing in a heap on the floor, he was held up by the arms of his friends. They stood there for another few minutes before Emma popped the question.
"Who was that?"
Tristan gulped
"Someone who tore my heart out and stomped on it till it stopped beating"
No one said a word.