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

Started November 10, 2018 by @Rvan group

tune

“Yeah, it is,” Chase told him, still blushing. Stop it, stop feeling this way for him, you’re just friends, this isn’t normal. “I love your voice.” He couldn’t seem to shut his mouth, and he tried desperately to push those feelings away.

"Well thank you…" A thank you? Is that all you can give to him? Tristan sighed out of exhaustion. "Um…. Here…." He took the clementine out of his lunchbox and rolled it across the table to Chase. "… You want my clementine?" Ugh… I know it's random, but I have an awful way with words….

(I love it 😂👌)
Chase took the clementine, using it as a distraction for himself in hopes of the heat leaving his face soon. He peeling it open, already eating the meat of the fruit happily, “Uh, thank you… it’s really good.”

(Lol I wasn't really sure what else to say)

Tristan smiled– not grinned, but smiled brightly. "It's a clementine– of course they're gonna taste good." Dear me, what the heck just happened? He began packing his stuff away, as the time ran out for lunch.

“Oh shoot, today went by fast.” He remarked as he looked at the clock. To be truthful, Chase wanted it to last forever. He hastily ate the clementine, then smiled at Tristan as he left, “See you after school!”
(Do you want to time skip to maybe a few weeks later, and just say they had the same routine and stuff but getting kinda closer?)

Tristan was grabbing his stuff from his locker, shoving his notebook and his lunchbox in his backpack. He looked around to see if Chase was nearby, but he didn't have all the time in the world to wait for him– he needed to start on-time so he could get his full hour of practice in.
Come on… Please hurry….

Chase spotted Tristan by his locker, and he was already smiling. His heart fluttered like a butterfly -something that had become harder and harder to suppress lately- and tried to ignore it as he approached, “Hey Tristan!”

Tristan mirrored his smile and greeted him nicely, "Hey Chase– glad you could make it!" Although he wanted to chat and all, he began to pick up the pace. "I decided to wait for you, but since we aren't already there, we need to kinda hurry…" He's doing so much better… And I love it… I guess happiness is contagious…

“Alright,” Chase kept pace wth a smile as the went to the music room. He dropped off his backpack off at the door as usual, the went to pull up a chair near the piano, already excited to hear Tristan play.

Tristan adjusted the stool before getting on it, setting his usual book on the stand. “I’ve never seen you so eager before….”He flipped to the most recent song he just “mastered” and began to play as perusual.

Chase listened intently, his grin keeping up. His heart fluttered a little bit more, just being here with Tristan. And today he forgot to suppress it, excitedly listening to Tristan. He’s just so cute and perfect…

Tristan went on playing, occasionally humming a phrase or two. It's so nice to have some company…. Especially company that's welcoming… He felt a warm pulse of heat pass through his body. …and hot….

Chase couldn’t stop the smile on his face as Tristan played, losing track of the time. The music was just so beautiful, and Chase couldn’t stop staring at Tristan for some reason.

Tristan was lucky that his hands and feet didn’t cramp up during the song, but unfortunately, it ended what he thought was a little too soon. I wish this kind of thing could last forever… “Well…. I guess…. I guess it’s time again….” He smiled, glancing at the clock. “But I can always be happy knowing there will be a next time.” Tristan adverted his gaze to Chase.

“Yeah, I just love hearing you play,” Chase said, standing and walking over to Tristan. He pulled him into a hug without thinking, but couldn’t force himself to pull away quite yet, trying to savor it as long as he could without being suspicious.

Tristan returned Chase’s hug, feeling better than ever. “Well, I love it when someone’s here to say that they love hearing me play,” He admitted, resting his head on his shoulder. I’ve… I never felt like this in my life… He squeezed Chase tight and made sure to never let go. Do…. There’s no way this is truly happening…

When Tristan started to hug him tighter, there wasn’t a way Chase could force himself to pull away. And then of course his mouth made his predicament worse, “Well you music is perfect, and I love it. J-Just like you, you’re perfect, and I love-“ And I love you. Chase swallowed, not daring move in case Tristan pull away.

Tristan felt a tiny flame spark in his gut. Was today the day he was going to tell him how he really felt? “Say what you need to….” He smiled warmly. “I’m here to listen…” He’s so complimentary…. Tristan bit his lip. “And…. what’d you say? I… I don’t think you ever finished your sentence.”

“I………” Chase pulled back, only slightly -so they were still hugging- so he could see Tristan’s beautiful eyes. Their noses were a breath away from touching, and their lips- Chase could barely form words, “I…… love……………”

"Don't be afraid," Tristan noticed his heavy hesitation, and began massaging Chase's back with his fingers. "I…. I'm here for you… Always…" He's everything I could ever want…

(Happy Thanksgiving!!! 🦃🍽)
Chase’s hands started to shake with nervousness. His brain was screaming at him to stop, to push away, to leave, but his heart roared to just say the d-mning words that meant everything to him. “I… love……” Chase wanted to kiss him. He wanted it so dang bad. But he forced himself to stay put, to not finish that d-mming sentence. Because he should be grateful for their friendship. Chase couldn’t take the risk to break that friendship.

(Lo you too (I don't have a turkey emoji oof))

"Well… Um… I guess I shouldn't force you to say something you don't want." Tristan felt a pin of sadness pop his heart of warm happiness. ….Does he not want me anymore? Am I not enough?

(Lol)
“But, I-“ Chase cut himself off, but only for a second, “Tristan… d-do you like me?” A question that could be interpreted either way- as just a friendly question or arpsking about something more. The way Tristan answered would dictate if Chase would finally get his feeling under control or not.