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

Started November 10, 2018 by @Rvan group

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"Ummm… Thanks?" Dear me… He thinks I'm hot… Tristan frowned, knowing trouble was coming if Toby thought he was hot. I…. I guess Chase isn't here today…. His brow furrowed. I thought I saw him, though… Just for a second….

Toby kept his one hand tangled in Tristan’s hair, a smirk still on his face, “I’m free this friday, we should hang out together. Here, give me your number,” Toby pulled out his phone, setting it up to add a contact.

"Er– I dunno… I…." He tried to worm his way out of it. Gosh, what do I do???…. I guess he can't be that bad of a friend…. Although he was hesitant about it, he gave the guy his number, only after getting his first. I'll have to tell him… I have to…. I must…

“I need a contact photo too, of course,” Toby added, then put his phone in selfie mode. He flat out kissed Tristan on the cheek and snapped a photo, then pulled away with a grin faster than a hawk, “Sorry, I couldn’t resist. I’ll see you in first hour, hotty,” Toby turned and briskly walked away, a sense of pride at the photo he took. That would definitely be turning into his screensaver.

Tristan melted in fear, shook hard to the bone. W-What on earth have I gotten myself into? He wiped off where the kid kissed him, nearly feeling tears leak from his eyes. The only pair of lips that should ever touch my face are dad's and Chase's!!!
He dialed his real boyfriend's number and prayed that he'd pick up. C'mon, Chase….

Meanwhile…
Chase was in the middle of hurling when his phone rang. He grabbed, seeing the it was Tristan he answered it, even though the nausea feeling hadn’t left him, “Uh, h-hey Trista- hrk!” Chase threw up into the toilet again, coughing up the last bits when he put the phone back to his ear, “Sorry, th-they say I have food poisoning. I don’t th-think I’ll be back until next Monday, do you think you could get notes for- hrk!“

Tristan didn't really enjoy listening to someone wretch, but it was better than being hounded. "Next Monday…?" He sounded a bit disappointed. "But…. Yeah. I'll get notes for you… And… I really hope you get better…" Because that Toby is really bugging me to no end… The place where the guy kissed him without permission tingled, and he broke a small sweat. "And… Remember… I love you."

“Love you t- I got to go-“ Chase hung up just before he threw up again, letting out a groan afterwards. This week would be a long one…

Tristan hung up minutes after he did and sighed. This is just gonna get worse…. He trudged down to his class, ignoring the entire environment around him. He knew Toby was there, and he did his best to keep his head down.
He swallowed hard. I can't have him do that to me…

Toby was already in class, sitting at the only empty table. Unbeknownst to him, he was sitting in Chase’s usual spot. He was waiting for Tristan, smiling to himself about how great his new school was starting out.

Tristan was regretful of sliding into his seat next to Toby… Wait…. "I hope you know you're sitting in someone else's seat…" He mumbled, bringing his short legs up and sat crisscrossed. He pulled his drawing book out and doodled.
That's really good…. Chase's first words to him echoed in his mind. He frowned. I miss you…

Toby smirked a little, hoping he would have Tristan all to himself. And hoping that this ‘other person’ who’s seat he was sitting in would bug off for the day. He casually scooted closer and ‘yawned’ while stretching his arms. One of them ‘coincidentally’ came to rest around Tristan’s waist and he immediately scooted closer. “What’cha working on?” Toby asked with a charming grin.

His hip twinged where he felt Toby's hand. Dammit… "Just… A thing…." He uttered, keeping it a bit vague. This guy has no permission to get into my business…. Yet it was hard when he insisted on getting so close and persistent in his actions. I just wish Chase was here….

“It looks nice, but you look even nicer,” He said charmingly, about to xd on with something else, but the teacher came in and started class. This week would certainly be a good one.
(Timeskip to lunch maybe?)

(Suuuuureeeeee)

Tristan unsteadily got to the lunch room, and sat up at one of the tall tables. H-He just won’t leave me alone…. He pulled out his luch box, but didn’t eat quite yet. Instead, he pulled out the doodle he was doing earlier, and continued on it. How can he think that I look nice….? He winced and cringed at the thought.

Toby had packed a lunch, and his sharp eyes scanned the lunchroom. A grin grew on his face when he spotted Tristan. He quickly made his way through the cafeteria and pulled a chair right next to Tristan before sitting down. “Hey,” Toby smirked, leaning even closer to Tristan to look at his drawing.

Tristan's shoulders scrunched. "Uh… Hi…" He said halfheartedly. I really don't feel like I'm in the mood for anything…. He kept drawing, though, still bugged by the fact he was getting closer and closer. Damn…. Just…. Ugh…. I don't want him beating up on me just because I…. I already love Chase….

“What’s with the sad face?” He asked with concern but smiled and turned away- only to grab something out of his lunch. “You need something sweet to brighten your day?” He pressed something into Tristan’s mouth- a delux chocolate bite, the expensive kind that tasted really good.

"Well, yes," Tristan pushed his hand away carefully. "But…." Of course I need something sweet…. Chase's presence….. He avoided the guy's eyes as much as he could. Tristan flushed a little. "I'm not in the mood to eat right now."

“Aww, come on,” Toby frowned, wrapping an arm around Tristan, “You had a bad day? Come on, the chocolate will make you feel better,” Toby insisted, holding up the chocolate again, “I’ll leave you alone about it if you eat it,” Toby tempted, waving the chocolate in the air a little bit.

"F-Fine," Tristan grunted, trying to mosey his arm off his shoulder again. "I'll eat it." Man… He's so pushy!! I wish I could just…. Disappear. He reached out to grab it….

Toby flat out hand fed Tristan, popping the chocolate in Tristan’s mouth for him. Toby’s fingers grazed over Tristan’s soft lip, and he pulled away with a grin, “There, I’m glad you accepted. As promised, I let you draw in peace,” Tobay told him going back to eat his own lunch.

Tristan nearly choked, his face flushing intensely. What the hell!? His mind barked. But like he promised, he left him alone. And like he said, the chocolate did taste good. It'd be better if only…. He shook the thought. Nah… That's just plain weird…. Tristan drank some of his water to clear his aching throat, still a bit flustered.