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

Started November 10, 2018 by @Rvan group

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Tristan didn't think one second before answering him, "Of couse I do," He smiled smugly, the warmth of love reconstructing itself in his heart. He brought a hand around, putting it against the side of Chase's face. He' so wonderful…

Chase was practically melting in Tristan’s arms. Chase wanted him to kiss him, he wanted it so dang bad. He lost all words, staring at Tristans’s lips with a tiny need in his eyes.

Tristan was in the midst of a good moment, and he never wanted it to end, no matter what it cost. He noticed the tiny glint in Chase's eyes, and said, "If there's anything you want to tell me, I won't judge… I'll listen to you…" He really got nervous when he went silent– What was he thinking? Was he regretting his choices of being with him??

“I really like you too…” Chase murmured, his heart hammering in his chest. He wouldn’t be surprised if Tristan could feel the pounding since they were so close. Chase didn’t know how to stop the burning feeling of attraction to Tristan in his chest this time, it was too strong.

Tristan felt like he could just fall asleep– With Chase's comfort and warmth, he never wanted to go back to reality.
However, as he was just about to close his eyes to listen to his wonderful heart, his phone rang. Loudly.
He jumped back, a face full of embarrassed heat.

Chase jumped back too, face redder than a fire truck as he stared at the floor. What have I done? He felt like a freak, a guy misplaced in the world because of the traitorous thoughts of loving Tristan.

With a frantic shuffle, Tristan pulled his ringing phone from his backpack. When he recognized his mom's cell phone number, he trembled his fear as he picked up. "H-Hello?"
His mother howled at him, forcing him to flinch out of reflex. "Where the hell are you!!? It's quarter after four!!!"
Tristan fumbled over his words, but his mom didn't let him speak. "I'll shread Graham if that's what it takes to get you to be on time!!"
His face drained of color, and he was left completely silent, holding his breath.

“W-What was that about?” Chase asked quietly, chewing his lip. Just need to be platonic, nothing more, that moment meant nothing. He clenched his fists a little bit behind his back, hoping the redness had left his face.

Tristan wiped a tear in his eye– "Mom, I'll be out in a second… I promise. Bye."
"Tristan–!!!!" He hung up before she managed to say anymore, turning to Chase with a placid paleness in his face. "What was what about? The phone call, or….?" Don't tell me he's not interested in me anymore… His brow creased with worry.

“The phone call, what happened?” Chase asked with concern, worry etched all over his face. He took Tristan’s hand without realizing, chewing his lip, “Is everything okay?”

Tristan felt Chase's hand, and he clutched it tight. "It was just my mom yelling at me," He said, holding back several tears. "If I'm early, she yells at me for not getting enough practice in, and if I'm late, she yells at me for wasting her time." But she also threatened using Graham as an ultimatum again…. "But all in all, I need to go home." Why, Mom? Why did you have to ruin my moment with him??

“I… um, yeah, that’s a good idea,” Chase said, worry still etching his face. He wished he could do something, wished he could say something to make it better, but all he had was, “See you tomorrow?”

Tristan packed his stuff away and saddled up, his face still pale from his mother's threat. "Yeah… I'll see you tomorrow– and sorry but I gotta rush…" He gave Chase a small but noteworthy hug before leaving out to the car.
He put his stuff in the back seat and got in, greeted with a literal stinging slap to the face. "Don't you ever hang up on your mother like that!!!" She squawked as Tristan rubbed the side of his face. "This is a warning– next time I won't be so leniant!"
They went home without another word being said.

Chase stood there a moment after Tristan left. “What have I done?” He groaned to himself, frowning. I messed up, I messed up a lot. I don’t even know what happened, how Tristan felt about it. What if in his eyes it was completely platonic? Chase scowled at himself, grabbing his school bag and going home.

(We can timeskip after this, okay? To lunch or something)

Tristan headed home and bolted upstairs. He was drained when he noticed he wasn't there. "Mom!? Where's Graham!!?"
"I took him away until you can learn to be on time!!!"
He frowned, resisting the urge to cry. No… I… I was having a good time with Chase… It's…. It's all Mom's fault… If she wouldn't have called…. I would've told him that…. It was over. He had no idea what to do.
Tristan went to bed, completely restless– Graham was gone, and so was the person that cared about him more than anyone else. What have I done??…. He began to cry.

(Yeah)
Chase got through the lunch line anxiously. Chase hoped that they could just forget that moment, just forget how Chase had probably wrecked everything. He nervously walked up to their table, staring at the ground as he said, “Hey Tristan!” As long as I don’t make eyes contact, it won’t be awkward…

Tristan woke with a start. "Oh– hey Chase…" He wiped his eyes, making sure not to knock over his water.
With Graham gone and the situation yesterday on his mind all last night, he barely got any sleep. "So… Anything exciting… Happened today?" He tried his best not to be rude, but he broke into a long yawn. Did my mom ruin that much of our friendship?

“I…” Chase noted how tired Tristan was, and instead of answering the question he asked, “Are you okay?” He immediately scooted his chair right next to Tristan’s, worry coating his face.

"Well…." Tristan took in some water. "I… I was just super angry at my mom for interrupting us yesterday…." He supressed an oncoming tear seeping its way out of his eye. "And…. Becuase I was late to go home, she took Graham away for the rest of the night, and I couldn't sleep."
He rested his arms on the table and his chin in his hands, ready to take a nap whenever he felt like it.

“Who’s Graham?” Chase asked gently, a flicker of hope in his gut. He was angry at his mom for… interrupting us… But he forced himself to extinguish that feeling. I’m just acting like a freak…

"…Graham's the bear I keep on doodling. And in truth…." Tristan lowered his voice to a whisper "…He's the stuffed animal I still sleep with and nearly do everything with. I really love him…. I've had him since I was a baby…." Damn I'm super obnoxious…

Chase scowled, “You’re mom is terrible.” He reached out and took Tristan’s hand without thinking, then froze because he didn’t know what he was doing. “I- uh- sorry,” He mumbled, turning red.

Chase scowled, “You’re mom is terrible.” He reached out and took Tristan’s hand without thinking, then froze because he didn’t know what he was doing. “I- uh- sorry,” He mumbled, turning red.

(Lol)

"I know she is," He clutched Chase's hand tight. "But she just says she likes to discipline as much as a kid likes candy." Tristan felt like he could fall asleep again, but he struggled to keep his eyes open. "She says it's good for me, but sometimes, she just goes way too far."

“Is there anything I can do?” Chase asked softly, bringing a hand up to brush against Tristan’s cheek before immediately pulling away. Stupid, I’m such a stupid freak-