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*Jessie’s POV*
I continued to gap at him like an idiot, unable to find words. He just dumped his boyfriend! For like, no reason! As I stared at him, jaw lolling open, I was fairly certain that his eye’s were racking my lips. That was probably just wishful thinking though.
Tristan had an amused lift to his face. “I didn’t really like him all that much anyways” he sighed, shrugging it off. I still couldn’t believe it! I was shocked and… joyous. My heart was singing for some strange reason. I told it to shut up, I mean, it’s not like Tristan still liked me.
“Tristan?! Why did Marco leave?” Vanessa said fretfully, before pushing the door open.
“OMG. YES!!! You and Jessie are back together!!” she bounced up and down in joy.
“No were not” Tristan said deadly serious. Vanessa stopped bouncing. She pouted disappointed. “Why not?” she whined like a toddler being told she couldn’t have a new toy.
“Because he doesn’t want to” I muttered under my breath. Maybe a little to loud. Both face’s turned towards me, Vanessa’s sad, Tristan’s… longing. I blush huge, but really, I have no way of taking back what I said. I pointedly look away from them.
“Okay…” Vanessa starts the conversation again slowly “So what are you doing here Jess?”
“Your brother kidnapped me” I say, nonchalantly.
“Tristan! You can’t go around kidnapping ex’s!” she scolds, like he hadn’t done anything to major, just maybe stole a candy bar from Wal-Mart or something.
“I didn’t kidnap him” Tristan protested.
“Oh, then what’s it called when you take random people off the street against there will?” I demand.
He glowers at me, and Vanessa stifle’s laughter.
“Any ways, as much fun as this has been, I… have a party to attend” I only decided to go to the party just now. It gave me a good excuse to get away, I didn’t really feel like staying here. There was to much tension. So this house used to be my save haven, was now just another pit of despair.
I stood up, but Tristan stood in front of me and poked my forehead, getting me to sit back down. I glared at his chest, annoyed that I was scrawny and small, unable to put up a half-assed fight for this beast of a teenager. “Is there actually a party?”
“Yes. I do have a social life you know”
“Who’s party?” Vanessa buts in.
“Josh Arctic’s” I reply proudly. Her face darkens.
Tristan notice’s “What?”
“Josh is not a good guy.. Jessie, you know he probably wants sex” she warns.
“What if I want sex to?” I challenge.
Tristan’s eye’s flare with unshed anger. “No. You not going then” he informs me.
“Oh yes I am!!!”
“No. Now, I’ll go call your house, tell them your staying the night at Vanessa’s.” his voice is very dominate and he give’s me a deadly look which make’s me shy back. Then he stalks from the room, leaving me alone with my sorta best fried.
She hurry’s across the room and dive’s on the bed, carrying that ever present energy with her. Grabbing a pillow, she hugs it to her chest. “Do you really want sex?!” She asks awed. I shake my head no immediately. “I just said that to piss Tristan off” I explain.
She giggle’s lightly. “You guys’ ll soo end up together”
I frown at her. “No we won’t. Not anymore”
“Yeah you will” she disagrees.
“Nope” I say, popping the ‘p’.
She pouts. “You will. You just hurt his ego, that’s all.”
“I hurt HIM?” I ask critically. She ignores my tone and answers seriously.
“Yeah, you did Jessie. He’s very upset over the whole thing, and it’s plain as day he still like’s you. He just doesn’t, you know, trust you. If you showed a little effort, you guys would be an item just like that” she snapped her fingers.
I scowl. “Maybe he should show a little effort. He said rather hurtful things to me”
“Oh did I?” Tristan’s voice drawls lazily from the hall way.
“Yes!” I call back, unashamed.
“At least I didn’t ditch you because I thought you were an embarrassment” he says sourly.
I open my mouth to speak, but Vanessa cuts me off. “Stop fighting” she orders “It’ll just give me more gloating rights when your back together”
I give her a dirty look, but can’t find words. I decide to just shut up. My thoughts wander. I’m not really looking forward to sleeping on their couch tonight. It’ll be awkward, considering last time I did that I woke up against Tristan’s chest. An encounter I remember rather fondly. Sadly.
I think I will go to that party however. I’ll wait until they wander off into there rooms and fall asleep, then I’ll sneak out. Easy as pie.
*Tristan’s POV*
The hours drift by awkwardly. Either me or Vanessa are always keeping a close eye on Jessie. We rent a horror movie. It was Vanessa’s choice and I find it rather boring. I watch Jessie instead. At every remotely scary part he buries his face in a pillow, blocking out the images. And gosh I wish that pillow was my chest.
When it’s around one A.M I stand up and yawn. “Were going to go to bed now” I announce.
Jessie give’s me a sarcastic look “You decide when Vanessa goes to sleep now” he says cheekily.
I feel a familiar sly look cross my face. “No I meant we as in you and me” I inform him.
He blinks “You certainly don’t decide when I go to sleep”
I laugh. “You think I’m honestly going to let you sleep out here on the couch? Unwatched? Hell no. Your sleeping in my room with me. And I don’t trust you to come in later, so get up. Now.”
He stare’s at me, completely appalled. “Fuck that!”
I sigh, but am secretly thrilled that he’s not cooperating. “I’ll carry you” I warn.
“No.” he states. His attention turns to a Vanessa. He give’s her the ‘Oh my god’ look and rolls his eye’s. I chuckle, lean forward, easily seize him around the waist, then throw him over my shoulder. He squeaks in surprise.
“Hey!” he yelps flailing.
I wobble, slightly thrown off by his swaying weight. “Cut that out” I warn.
He doesn’t stop, in fact he amplifies his mad flailing. I slap his ass. He freeze’s, and I can perfectly picture his red shadow of a blush crawling up his face. Well, I warned him. “Vanessa help meeee” he wine’s. he’s not flailing anymore, just desperate.
“Not getting involved” there’s a smile in her voice.
I start carrying Jessie down he hall to my room. He begs the whole way there. “Tristan, were both gay and guys. It’s not right to share a bed” “Tristan please let me go!” “Tristan!!!! I’ll give you ten dollars if I can sleep on the couch instead” “Can I at least sleep on the floor?”
I ignore his futile pleads. Truth be told I want to share a bed with him. As wrong as that probably is, as much as I should probably care that I just broke up with someone, it doesn’t seem to matter to me. I plop him down on my bed. He pouts, looking adorable and like the sort of thing you just wanted to fuck madly. “Please” he tries one more time.
I smile in response “Night” I say, clicking off the light switch.
I hear the sheets rustle against each other as he moves. There’s no revealing squeak of the bed springs informing me that he’s gotten off of the bed, so I know he’s still there. My feet walk me to me bed and I sit, and blink, adjusting my eye’s. he’s sitting, leaning against the wall, knee’s hugged tight against him.
“You can’t sleep like that” I murmur.
He shrugs. “We’ll see”
“Come on, lie down. I don’ bite” I say, lying down myself and patting the bed next to me invitingly. “No.. you do worse, you hug” he mutters. Despite his words he lie’s down next to me. I do in fact, wrap my arms tightly around him and tug his small warm and soft body towards me. I rest my cheek against his hair.
“Ever heard of personal space?” he grumble’s.
“No what’s that?” I tease.
“Lemme go” he pleads.
“I’m making sure you don’t run away” I protest, snuggling him closer. Mmm that felt nice.
“Oh yeah, I’m sure that’s it” he snorts, but soon drifts to sleep cozy in my arms.
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I wake up with the immediate sense that something’s wrong. My foggy mind take’s a moment to process what the situation is. For a confused moment I think I’m still in California. Then I remember. Where’s Jessie?!
I hurry out of bed and flick on the lights. My beds empty.
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Where’s Jessie? I’ll give you three guesses 🙂
Anyways, hope you enjoyed. be a good person and leave a comemnt! I’ll marry you if you do! and if you don’t wnat to get married…i’ll give you peanut butter! and if your allergic to peanut butter…. I’ll do the chicken dance for u!!! Thats all I have to offer :/ But comment anyways! I mean, you must have some form of opinion if you’ve read this far!!
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