forum The Shy Mystic (O/O)(closed)

Started November 10, 2018 by @Rvan group

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(New years fluffy party :3
Eeyhz
A new kid that likes either Tristan or Chase too
Just… Meeh.
More tristan mom interaction with them? Complication of loving each other?
Dhdhs i wkdmcciwsmdcd *insert gibberish here)

(THE NEW KID IDEA IS GOLD
Which one should he like?)

Name: Toby Hay
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Sexuality: GAYEST OF GAYS AND FLIRTY
Appearance: Blonde, crystal blue eyes, abs, et cetera, basically a stereotypical popular guy.
Personality: FLIRTY, I’ll develop the rest later
Other: HE’S SO FLIPPING FLIRTY

I did like the bare minimum but I’ll develop him more as we go on

(Toby… ;-; ooooooooooooaaaaaaahhhh Flirtiest of flirts aaaaaaahhhhh!!!!!
He's good. :)
Watch out Tristan, you got another thing coming….)

Chase was getting his things out of his locker, happy he got in at zero hour in hopes of spending time with Tristan before class. He started heading towards his boyfriend’s locker in hopes of spotting him.

Meanwhile… (Could Toby and Tristan’s lockers be right next to each other?)
Toby, wearing his rainbow shirt for his first day at a new school was putting his backpack in his locker. He couldn’t wait for the new school- for the new hot guys he would meet. Toby just couldn’t help the smirk that came to his face.

(Umm yeah sure. That sounds fine.)

Tristan tried not to exert his happiness too much in his stride, but he couldn't really help it. I can't wait to see him…. He stopped by his locker, where some new kid [Toby] was. He never seen him before, but he really didn't mind him.

“Hey,” Toby leaned on his locker, a charming smirk on his face when he saw this cute guy walk in. And he’s my locker neighbor too… “My name’s Toby, and I’d love to know the name of someone as cute as you.”

Meanwhile… cause wouldn’t it be so good if Toby has ALL day to hit on Tristan…
Chase was walking in the direction of Tristan’s locker, but when he was halfway there and uneasy feeling settled in his stomach. He paused, slowing his pace, but the uneasy feeling grew. Before he knew it, he was turning around and sprinting the nearest trash can. He hurled up his breakfast and then some- his face turning green by the second. The next thing he knew a teacher was helping him to the office and someone was calling his dad to pick him up.

(Aaaah! >w<)

Tristan flinched at this guy's voice. He tried to keep himself reserved, but inside, something errupted in the pit of his gut. He's just being courteous…. Without looking at him, he replied plainly, "I'm Tristan…. It's nice to meet you."

“I’m new here, I was wondering if you could show me around the school?” Toby asked casually, stretching so his shirt rode up a bit and revealed some of his abs. Tristan is just so cute and short…

Tristan finished taking his stuff out of his locker, zipping up his sweatshirt before closing his locker.
"I guess there's time."
He turned back, but a fury of flush internally slapped his face. Dear lord!!!

“So…” Toby grinned, ‘casually’ putting his arm over Tristan’s shoulders, “What’s this school like? I just moved from Maine, it’s a lot different over there. Certainly not as many cute guys like you,” He grinned, bumping his hip into Tristan.

He stumbled a little, a heat rising into his face that was uncalled for. "Um… It's okay. People are occasionally nice. Teachers are meh…. Not the best, but can get you by." He tried to get Toby's shoulder off his arm, but it was pretty stubborn. I can't let this happen…. Where on earth is Chase?

Toby used his free arm to scratch his chest, ‘accidentally’ pulling his shirt up with the intent of attracting Tristan. “What’s your home room?” Toby asking, pulling Tristan a little closer so their sides could be flush against each other.

He tried to avoid that sneering look on Toby's face. "[Insert name of English teacher here]," he mumbled a little. When he was pulled to his side, his heart stabbed with a crazy pain of betrayal. I can't let this happen– My heart lies with Chase and Chase only!!

(Let’s just call them Ms. Bares)
“That’s great, I have homeroom with a hotty like you,” Toby grinned even more, rustling his hand in Tristan’s hair before saying, “Ooo, your hair is really soft by the way.” He brushed his hand through Tristan’s hair again, letting out a laugh.