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Jessie’s POV*
“Tristan say wha?” I blurted stupidly in a rushed jumble.
“Your coming to California with us… or I’m not going” He explains.
“Tristan” Nessa scowls. “We shouldn’t go no matter what!”
“Yes you should but…” I trail off, to embarrassed to admit that I can’t afford it.
“But what?” Tristan whine’s.
“I umm, my mom won’t be able to pay for it”
Apparently Tristan and Nessa find something funny about my statement, because they crack up. I glower not at all amused. Sure I didn’t grow up with rich parents, but they didn’t need to laugh at me! I clear my throat, making my annoyance obvious.
They immediately stop. “No Jess, we weren’t laughing cuz you can’t afford it” Tristan says straight faced. I search for lingering signs of amusement, but find none. “We were laughing cuz you thought we were going to make you pay” he snorts, pulling me close to him.
“Alright, barf. I’m in the room” I hear Nessa complain only distantly as Tristan kisses me all over.
I pull back, seeing as Tristan has no such intentions. My face is flush and my eye’s are wide with embarrassment. I smack him on the chest. “No kissing in front of other people”
He laughs some more. “As soon as you meet mom, I’m soo going to kiss you” smirk.
I smack him once more. “Shut up. I can’t go anyways. Your not paying for me”
“do you want me to go..?” Tristan trails off, making it a question. I frown up at him, giving him the best puppy dog look I can conjure up. Putty in my hands, he practically melts at my sad expression. I’m sure I’ve won when…his lips crash down on mine.
“MMMHHH!” I protest in a muffled sound, lips held hostage against his.
I open my eyes to cracks considering they’d automatically fallen closed. Peering around I see the last traces of Vanessa disappearing down the hall. Traitor! Tristan on top of me now, because somehow I’ve fallen backwards onto the floor.
“Come with me” he whispers against my lips. I tremor runs through my skin.
“Please Jessie” this time it’s whispered in my ears, his head gently nuzzled in the in of my neck.
“M-maybe” I stutter, voice trembling with pleasure and embarrassment.
Instantly he straightens up, giving me a quick peck on the lips.
“Good boy!” he grins. I feel the urge to slap him again, but feel like that would be over kill.
“So cute” he sighs under his breath. Screw over kill. I slap him.
He catches my hand and kisses it. “Well aren’t you violent?”
I grumble in reply. “I can’t go to California Tristan” changing subjects as of now.
“Why not?”
“School?”
“School end in three day” he give’s me the ‘Duh’ look.
“My mom won’t let me?”
“You don’t know that” he disagrees.
“I’ll call her right now” I take the phone and start dialling my home number.
Ring… ring…. Ring.
“Hello?” her voice was sad and stuffy, like she’d been crying.
“Mom?” I asked, fiddling with my hair which was messy from being pressed against the ground.
“Oh, Jess baby, are you at Tristan’s?” she sniffled.
‘Umm yeah. Are you okay?” it was always a bad sign when your parents are upset.
“…..”
“Mom?!?!” my voice had jumped ten million octaves.
“I’m…I’m fine” she assured me half heartedly. “look Jessie, we really need to talk about some things. I’m on my way to pick you up. Be ready.” click. The phone died on the other end.
I blinked, pressing end and staring at the phone confused until Tristan gingerly took it and set it on the charger. “What’s wrong?” his voice was gentle, persuading me to tell him.
“My mom sounded… off. It’s probably nothing” all our money problems jump into my head. Was the house being reclaimed? Were we going to have to live in an apartment? Did Kelso get caught with weed? Did dad finally have a heart attack? I was putting myself in a frenzied panic.
Tristan took my shoulder with one hand and my chin with the other. “Calm down, Baby” he forced me to look him in the eye, then gave me a compassionate kiss. “Your overreacting” he assured me, before release. My shoulder and chin missed the absence of his warmth on them. Leaning against him heavily I continued to fix my hair. “Yeah, overreacting” I agreed into the fabric of his shirt. He rubbed my shoulder soothing.
Five minutes later my moms car was in the drive way honking every ten seconds.
“Bye” honk “Tristan”
He snorts, but I don’t hear the end of his snort because of a loud interrupting honk. I scowl in the driveway direction and Tristan takes this as an opportunity to give me a goodbye kiss. “Bye my sweet” he whispers, close to my ear so the infuriating honking doesn’t block out his words.
“bye” I give him a quick kiss on the chin then dash outside to the drive way. My mom sighs upon seeing me, and starts up the engine. As I get into the passenger seat I give her a strange look. “I think your horns broken. My ears certainly are” I say like the smart ass I am. She smile’s, but only for a sec.
“Jessie” she says in an extremely motherly tone. I uh-oh to myself in my head.
“Yeah mom?” I try to act oblivious.
“We need to have a serious discussion” she begins.
“Can we not do it in my boyfriends driveway?” I look at the house seeing a glimpse of Tristan peeking out the window at us. I give him a huge blown kiss, then turn back to my mother. She has un-spilled tears in her eye’s as she watches me.
“Mom..?” I’m scared again. Overreacting… I image Tristan’s voice whispering those words in my ear calmly. I try to swallow past the lump in my throat, and by now, mom’s gotten a slightly better hold of herself.
“Oh right, sorry baby” she dabs at her eyes and pulls out.
Soon were home, and I feel like I running as far from the car as my stick thin legs will take me. The tension is so obviously being ignored I feel like I’m choking on it. But instead of running like a frightened cat, I get out as steadily as I can and make my way to the front door.
Bad choice.
As I push the door open, something strikes me as odd automatically, though it takes a few seconds to figure it out. It’s quite. Our house is never quite. Someone’s always home and listening to music to loudly, or fighting over the computer or running around with toy cars.
Mom come’s in behind me. “I’m home guys” she calls out half heartedly. No reply. She sighs heavily, then motions me towards the living room. As I take a seat on the couch I feel like my parents must have felt before I told them I was gay. Nervous, anxious, antsy. And mainly wanting to get it over with.
Trying to lighten the backbreaking heavy mood, I give her a half smile “So I suppose now’s no the time to ask for permission to go to California?”
She laughs a bitter laugh. “No, you can go to California” she wave’s it off “Your father owes you. When do you want to go?” I blink in confusion and shock.
“Umm… I don’t know. I think for a week or two after summer starts?”
She nods thickly “Okay then. Your father can pay for you. Speaking of him…” her face darkens. “He threatened to take me to court for custody. Because we both know I’m unfit to afford a lawyer and am barely providing for you kids, he knows he’ll win. So I’m not wasting the money” she’s silently crying now “And you going to live with you father…”
“I’m going to WHAT?!?!” I can see the hurt on her face, and that only fuels my anger. “He’s barely doing any better then you! And he’s not taking care of any children!!!! Plus his apartments to small, ad Ryan’s going to have a hell-of-a-time adjusting to a new school!”
“Jess, sweetie, calm down” she motioned me to sit back down. I hadn’t even realised that I’d gotten to my feet. “Okay, look baby. I know this already seems bad, and your taking it pretty hard. Maybe I should just tell you the rest tomorrow?”
“You mean theirs MORE?” my face is completely pale. What more could there be?
“Your dads new job… Isn’t just over the computer. He’s moving to New York… And your going with him”
My world blurs from behind the tears, and my first thought, hollow and echoing is ‘What about Tristan?!’
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Okay fans…Take a breather. Breath in, then out, in then out. Calm yourselves. No need to kill me for writting yet another complication. Just leave me a comment……And try not to hurt me >.
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