"My dad's stuck in a traffic jam up town." Tristan grabbed Graham from the counter and hugged him cutely. "So… It might be some time before we eat…." He leaned back against the counter, his finger stroking Graham's ear. I'm not sure what to do now, though….
“That’s nice,” Chase smiled. Being alone, no one would care if they were together… Chase pushed the feeling down, thinking it was probably unwanted. It was a stupid wish anyways. I’m just a freak… His eyes flashed with insecurity, and he looked towards the ground instead of at Tristan.
He noticed him a little down, and he met him at his side. “If I’m doing something wrong, you can tell me….” Tristan leaned into him, still holding onto Graham. …Because I can’t stand it when you’re this upset….
A little warmth flickered in his chest when Tristan leaned towards him. He moved to tuck himself in Tristan’s arms, murmuring, “You aren’t doing anything wrong.” I’m the one who’s doing everything wrong…
Tristan looked up at him with hopeful eyes. "Then why do you look so…." He didn't really know how to put it. He didn't want to make Chase more enternally upset, so he kept it at that.
“What?” Chase bit his lip, then tucked his head into his shoulder and let out a light laugh, “Am I that easy to read?” He closed his eyes, breathing in Tristan for a few seconds before whispering, “You’ll tell me when I’m a bother, right? You’ll tell me when I annoy you, when I act too… annoying, right?”
"Well….. Um…." Tristan wasn't sure what to say– would it upset him? He knew Chase was a bit sensitive when it came to those kinds of things, but he grinned anyhow. "If I tell you…. Will you still love me?"
“Of course I’ll still love you,” Chase responded without a second thought, his loyalty clear. He tightened his hug around Tristan, adding, “I’ll love you no matter what.”
Tristan turned his head, letting his ear listen to the pounding of Chase's heart– it seemed a bit fluttery, but be liked it that way. "Well… I'll remind you then…. Don't worry…." He channeled his warmth back and forth, the cycle of endless sharing and giving. "….Because I love you too….."
Chase hummed in relief, a smile coming to his face as he stood there in Tristan’s arms. He loved him- he loved him so much. This love between them… Chase never wanted to give it up.
Tristan shifted his hips, feeling a tingling sense in his sides. He took a deep breath, picking up Chase's aroma. He opened his mouth to say something, but he stopped– he noticed he talked to much during moments such as those, and he just wanted to savor the moment when he could.
“You’re like a sunflower silhouetted by sun rise, and the sky in pink and red and purple…” Chase murmured, “And it’s the end of August, so it’s warm but not hot. And the days go by so fast even though you don’t ever want them to end,” Chase told him softly, enjoying every second he was in Tristan’s protecting arms.
"I–" Tristan stopped, trying to let his mind catch up to what Chase told him. A sunflower….. A sunflower….. He closed his eyes. "….And you're the sunlight at the end of the tunnel…. My high hopes of another day, being with you." He inched up, allowing himself to peck his neck cutely.
Chase leaned his head down, brushing his lips against Tristan’s light before kissing him softly. Then another kiss. It was light a light turning on in a dark room, and his heart fluttered with each breath.
Tristan hummed faintly with each time. ….Why stop here? He swung his arms around Chase's neck, draping Graham by the arm over his back. He hung on tight, getting as close as he possibly could to him. Chase….
But as they were going about their business, Tristan could've sworn he could've smelt something burning….
The smell grated against Chase’s ears as soon as he picked up on it, and he forcing himself to pull away. It took him a moment to register, but a second later he gasped, “The cookies!”
"W-What?" Tristan stammered. "I thought the ovenwas just preheating…." He trotted on over, definitely feeling the heat, though. He put some mitts on his hands and opened it up, a rush of hotness thickly coating his body. Holy cow!!! He struggled a bit, but he managed to put two of the four sheets in the oven, finally closing it up. "That gabe me such a scare…"
(Wait, What just happened?)
(Lol he had the oven preheated and he went over and put some cookie sheets in the oven… oof that never should’ve happened…)
(Wait, but what was the burning smell?)
(I seriously have no idea… I wasn't thinking. The oven was just heated too long? I really don't know.)
(Ohh, I got really confused there)
Chase let out a sigh, leaning against the counter lazily, “I had thought something had been burning, good thing…” He tilted his head to the side a little, lips curling upwards.
(Timeskip to later?)
(To when?)
(Idk, whenever works best for you? Maybe the next morning, or right before they go to bed, or when they get to school, idk)
(….Itsa sleep over???? Or am I jus being stupid?)