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*Jessie’s teary eyed POV*
“Mom.. that’s ridiculous.” I tried to protest weakly, struggling to hold my tears in. my lips trembled and I felt like something thick dark and horrible was building up in my chest. Tristan’s name echoed in my head. Other things echoed along with it.
Vanessa’s name, my moms name, my street, my school, my house number. Everything I loved or even mildly have come to terms with about living here was suddenly alive and vivid in my mind. I found a whole array of things I hadn’t even truly noticed before.
“Oh baby” my mom hugged me. I choked back the tears, more angry then anything.
Pushing her away I gave her a hateful glare then took the stairs two at a time to my room where I loudly slammed the door shut. I only got a few disturbing minute’s to ball my eye’s out before the phone started ringing. I ignored it.. But then I pictured Tristan, excitedly waiting to see if I could go to California. Hesitantly, I check the caller I.D. sure enough, it was him.
“Hello?” I practiced saying it out loud. My voice sounded way to thick.
Pulling my best acting ever, I tried again “Hello?” my voice was perky and eager. That was better.
Answering the phone I used my way-to-perky voice. “Tristan?!”
“Yes or no?” he asked.
“Yes!” I eked, considering the career choice of actor.
“Oh my god! I’m so excited” his voice sounded more gay then it ever had in his life there.
I forced a giggle “You sound like such a fag”
“Don’t use that word!” her shouted into the phone
“Okay. I’m officially hearing impaired” I said grumpily.
“Then be a good boy.” I heard Vanessa saying something from a distance “I got to go, Vanessa wants the phone. See you later baby. God your cute”
Normally I would have narrowed my eyes at the phone. Right now I was to upset to do anything but feel relived over the fact that the conversation was ending.
“Oh hey… what was wrong with your mom?” he interrupted before I could hang up.
“Oh…” I scrambled for an excuse. For some reason I really didn’t want to tell him that I was moving. Actually, I did no the reason. He’d totally dump me, then never go to his mom’s, therefore never making up with her. “She’s sick” I finally said.
“Oh… It’s nothing serious, right?”
“No, just the flu” the tears were once again trying to escape and my act was falling to pieces.
“Jess, you okay?”
“Mhm.. Fine” I try to sound nonchalant.
“Are you sure?”
“Awe, look who’s getting all protective” I tease, even though I’m secretly touched.
“Just making sure. Bye baby” he made a kissy noise into the phone.
“Your such a loser…” but I smile a little. He has that affect on me.
“Bye!” he hangs up.
“Bye….. I love you” I mumble into the phone. Of course, he doesn’t hear me.
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“That’s impossible” Vanessa blubbers. She’s hugging me so tight I think my back has officially broken. “You can’t move!!! I’ve wanted a gay best friend since I was thirteen! The you came along and told me you were gay! Then I figured out that I would have been your best friend even if you weren’t! Then” sob “This whole thing with Tristan! You were going to be my brother-in-law!!” sniffle.
“Nessa” I rub her back, trying to sooth her. “I know it’s hard to understand, I was a mess myself at first, but you need to be quite.”
We were sitting in her room and I’d just broke the news to her. She was pretty much hysterical, in constant tears. This was not good, especially considering I sill hadn’t told Tristan and really didn’t want to. Not to mention our flight to California was tomorrow morning.
“Quiet!!??” her voice is loud enough to make me wince. She releases me from the hug to examine my face. “How the hell am I supposed to be quiet!! My best friend is-” I throw my hand over her mouth.
“Shh” I order. “Tristan doesn’t know”
Her eye’s go huge and she pushes my hand away. “Tristan doesn’t know!?!?!” she explodes.
“Tristan doesn’t know what?” he asks from the door way.
“Tristan doesn’t know that talking about himself in third person is incredibly dorky” I reply with a flirty smile. He returns the smile well Vanessa stare’s at him with the deer-caught-in-headlights look. Normally she’s so cool and collected… he’ll have it figured out in no time if she doesn’t cut it out.
“Something wrong Nessa?” he raises a sceptical eyebrow. See, I’m soo physic.
“I.. umm.. No?” it come’s out like a question.
He opens his mouth to speak, but I cut him off “She’s mad at you for dragging her into the whole California thing” I fake an explanation. Vanessa is still unable to from a whole sentence, but luckily she nods. Tristan smirks. “But sis, I arranged a surprise for you and everything?”
“Surprise?” she manages to choke out.
“Yeah… I talked to mom and she said that you could bring a friend. I convinced Evan to go”
“You what!?!?!” she jumped to her feet and started beating his chest viciously. He threw his head back and laughed. Yet I found myself on the verge of tears. God I would miss them. Finally my very cute and sweet and lovable and sexy boyfriend caught my very fun and great and understanding best friends hands to keep her from hitting him.
She pulled away with a jerk. “I have to completely rearrange what I packed now! Before it was a vacation with two gay guys. Now it’s a vacation with two gay guys and a complete hottie!” she wailed in frustration, storming around her room and shredding her closet to pieces. Tristan winked at me and then I was being carried out of the room as easily as if I were a puppy.
“Lemme down” I whine from my bridal style position.
He considers. “Maybe for a kiss”
I stretch up as far as I can and only kiss his nose. He scoffs. “That’s all your amazingly sweet boyfriend gets? A peck on the nose? that’s so not cool.”
“Yeah.. Well my amazingly sweet boyfriend did just take me hostage and probably needs to go to sex rehab, so I don’t feel all to bad”
Then I’m falling. I wait expectantly for the hard and painful blow against the floor, but then I realise I’m on a bed. Tristan’s bed. And with a devilish grin he’s already climbed on top of me, holding me pinned. I do my best to suppress my shivers.
“So Jessie…” he says toying with my hair, curling a single strand around and around his finger. “Paul’s out, Vanessa’s panicking and were alone in my bedroom…. Have any suggestions as to what we could do to keep ourselves entertained?”
“Play monopoly?” I suggest, trying my best to wriggle out from under him.
“Not exactly what I had in mind…”
His lips were on mine then, hot and demanding. I quiver lightly and let him have the control he seeks. He plays with my tongue a little, dominating it, claiming it as his own before tasting my mouth all over. We break the kiss every few seconds to gasp in some air.
Tiring of my mouth, he starts kissing frantically at me neck practically driving me crazy. He nibble and licks and sucks until I’m squirming at the sensation. “God Tristan..” I whisper lightly, stretching out my neck so he can kiss it to its full extent.
He does, then starts tugging at the neck line of my shirt, moving it out of the way so he can better kiss the skin I have covered. Finally I decide to shove him off. Mainly because I’m running on enough adrenaline to motorcycle jump a shark tank or something.
*Tristan’s POV*
He pushes me away, breathing hard. The familiar red tint to his skin is back and he’s very warm wrapped up tight in my arms. As I gaze down at him and he gaze’s back up I see something close to hurt flash in his eye’s.
“Something wrong?” I ask puzzled, brushing some hair from his face with me finger tips. God his hairs soft.
He shake’s his head no, then leans up to kiss my cheek, but I turn so he’s given me a light peak on the mouth instead.
“No… not at all. Just nervous for tomorrow” he explains
I sigh, rolling well keeping my arms around him so he’s now lying on top of me, chest against chest. “Don’t be. My mom wouldn’t dare say anything to you. If she does though, tell me. I’ll make sure it doesn’t happen again.” if she does I’m packing up and leaving.
He nods shyly, dipping his head forward so some more golden hair covers his face. He looks s cute… and feels so good in my arms….and his personality is so adorable…. And look at those eye’s. all big and blue and trusting.
God I think I loved him.
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