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Post by tristan maclaughlin on May 19, 2011 22:22:27 GMT -5
He had so many questions and too little of answers. Tristan felt like a child again, the kind of kid who had a head full of thoughts and wonders and no answer to resolve them. Kids either asked someone, or eventually figured it out for themselves. Tristan figured he would be figuring it out on his own. He wondered why his older brother Cameron, ended up the way that he did. What made him be addicted to the drugs, made him drop out of school, what made him a dead beat? Growing up, Tristan absolutely adored his older brother, Cameron was the coolest person ever and Tristan wanted to grow up to be exactly like him. That changed fast. Tristan now had custody of his brothers child. Hanna was the cutest little girl, in Tristans opinion. Eleven months, curly brown hair, blue eyes. He had quickly become to adore this kid and faster than he would have ever thought, he came to think of her as his own. Even Hanna called him daddy. He wondered if she even remembered Cam, if she ever would ask about him or her mother. And how would he answer these questions? He was probably getting much to ahead of himself, asking himself all of these questions right now. It was best to stay in the present, to watch his 'daughter' crawl around the living room floor while he waited for Presley to arrive.
Presley. She was Tristan's whole world. But she had no idea. Tristan and Presley had been good friends for years, she was his go to girl. He knew that whenever he had a problem, Presley had the answer. They often had sleep overs and dates, but nothing much had come of it. To be honest, Tristan had no idea why. The tension that came over the two of them was obvious and hard to ignore, but somehow he did it. When she laid next to him in bed at night, laying on his chest, it was all he could do to control himself from pressing his lips against hers or from running his hands over her body and pulling her in tighter to him. He had to remind himself over and over that they were just friends, now and always, just friends. Then again, why would friends act the way they did if they only wanted to be friends? Just friends don't cuddle all night and fall asleep with each other, they don't have lingering hugs, they don't go on intimate dates, they don't do the things that Tristan and Presley did.
Then again, people who were in relationships didn't do the things that Tristan did. Every so often, Tristan would slip up and sleep with another girl. It's not like he was cheating, but boy after it was said and done did it ever feel like that's what had just happened. The guilt was overwhelming, even though he had not much to be guilty about. Presley was not his girlfriend, but he did care for her and he knew the feelings were mutual. He knew that the thought of him and another girl probably drove her crazy... the same way the thought of her and another guy did. Tristan's most recent hook up was his worst choice. Saskia. She and Tristan had gone out for drinks and went dancing, dancing ended up in shedded clothes and entangled bodies at Tristan's place. Why was Saskia such a bad choice? She was Presley's friend. Waking up the next morning with a text from Presley and her friends body laying beside him, the guilt set in instantly. Tristan knew that had he been in a relationship with Presley, he wouldn't be unfaithful. But these temptations were so hard to resist, while he was a single man. He had grabbed a shower that morning and then asked Saskia to leave, more quickly than he usually would.
He was quickly pulled from all of his thoughts when the doorbell rang. He walked towards Hanna and leaned over to pick her up, "Come here you," She giggled and shook her stuffed dragon as Tristan hoisted her onto his hip. He walked through the hallway to the front door and opened it up. His sister Jasmine was going to take Hanna off his hands tonight while he went out with Presley. He set down the little girl and knelt down to her level, "Aunt Jazz is going to take you over to her house, okay? You be good for her." Hanna buried her face into Tristan's shoulder as he slipped her pink coat over her arms and placed her rubber boots on her feet. Hanna had met Jazz a few times since she'd come back, but Hanna still got nervous and shy. Tristan laughed and picked the tiny girl up again. He kissed the top of her head and handed her off to Jazz. After she had left, he quickly tidied up all the toys scattered in the living room and waited for Presley to walk through the door.
It didn't take long before he heard the clicking of the door and her footsteps coming down the hall. Tristan sat up and turned to look at her, "You look beautiful." And she did. The clothes she was wearing complimented her body in every way and he loved the way she smiled at him. Her smile made her even more beautiful. "I just need to go grab a shower and then I'll be ready to go. Come upstairs and pick out an outfit for me." He smirked at her and grabbed her by the hand as he led her up the stairs. He loved the way her small hand fit in his much larger one. He pulled off his white t-shirt when he got into the bedroom and threw it on his floor. "I know, there's a bit of a mess of clothes, but I promise I'll do my laundry later. The clean clothes are in the closet. Find me something that will make me look good enough to be out with you?" He laughed as he said the last part and then headed into his en suite bathroom. He turned as he stood in the doorway and said, "No peaking in here either." It was a joke, he liked to tease her and make her blush. He thought she looked cute. He was excited for their night together, maybe he could actually work up the nerve to start something between them.
tagged, kaylaa / presley word count, 1096. credzz, rae for picture! notes, dramaaa.
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Post by presley o'conner on May 22, 2011 19:02:39 GMT -5
Her brown eyes had one more glance at her computer screen at the desk that she was accustommed to attending now. It had been two months since she had gotten a job at the local hospital working under a pediatrician. Although Presley was planning to be a pediatrician, her college professor said that it was better for her to get experience in any field. She had approximately two hours until her date with Tristan. It had been a while since the two of them had gone out by themselves, this was going to be nice for them. Or whatever the two of them were right now. It was the last of her rounds at the hospital before she needed to clock out when a sound was going off in Jordan's room. He was her newest "patient" and she spent majority of the time getting to know his bone structure. He had broken both of his legs after falling out of his tree house. His parents weren't watching him. The parents were always been watched by child services so as of right now he was all by himself. Presley entered his room to see smiling face with a board game on his lap. It was something that his grandmother had just dropped off. Presley looked at her watch on her wrist and sighed. "Just one game okay? He smiled and the two of them began to play Guess Who. By the time that the two of them were done playing a couple rounds it was already an hour past the time she was suppose to clock out. Presley handed him the cards and she gave him a high five before exiting his room. She had wanted to beat the traffic that she dealt with everyday on the way home. With her running this late this only left her with little less than a hour to get ready and head over to Tristan's place. Taking off her jacket she threw in her back seat of her car and she sped off hoping to get on the interstate as fast she could.
Sitting in traffic was one of her least favorite things ever. The radio was turned up just so she could drown the sound of all of the cars. All throughout the way home Presley thought about Tristan. She thought about Hanna. She thought about the two of them. Tristan and Presley were beyond complicated. No one would really tell what they even were. To be honest, Presley couldn't even tell you what they were. There would be times where they would be great with hooking up and everything - then there would be moments of complete serious. There was this something about Tristan that made it very hard for Presley to stop talking to him. When the two of them had previously gotten in a disagreement it was almost immediately fixed. They just couldn't stay mad at each other. Recently there had been a lot of time since they had last spoken. They were ignoring each other over something big. Bigger than something that Presley would've seen coming. Tristan got custody of his niece. He had not called her back in weeks or even texted back. So Presley did what she did best, she ignored him back. She kept herself occupied with other guys and tried to not even compare them to Tristan - which was extremely hard for her. Everything about him made her feel right. If she was around him she couldn't stop smiling or even looking at him. People didn't just feel like that for their friends, did they? When she would spend the night, just feeling his warm body next to her made her content. If she was with another guy she didn't feel right, somehow Tristan would get brought into it. The two of them just couldn't keep their hands off of each other. Presley couldn't count how many times she had gotten out of a relationship because of Tristan. Every time he was with another she would become instantly jealous althought it wouldn't last too long. He would call her and the next night she would be lying in his arms.
The traffic jam was finally over and Presley was pulling off onto her exit. The apartment complex lied on the other side of the bridge and she felt like she was twenty over the speed limit just trying to get home to be ready. Her sister was pulling out of her driveway when Presley got home. She had no idea where she was going but Presley knew that the next day she would get an explanation from her tomorrow morning or whenever she saw her next. Presley unlocked the door and instantly headed towards the shower. Her time was going to have to be cut short in order to actually make it to his house by the time that she had originally told him though. The hot water felt good on her body from all of the stress she was under for work. Tonight she just wanted to forget it all and have a nice night with Tristan. The outfit that she picked out the previous night laid on her desk. The longer white blouse was complimented by her favorite pair of heels as well as jeggings. Her naturally curly hair was going to have to do with the amount of time that she had left was going to be dedicated to doing her makeup. In about ten minutes she was ready to go. She arrived exactly on time to Tristan's place, she let herself in just like normal and headed towards to the living room where she figured he was. She was greeted by a compliment and smiled. "Well thank you. It was all that she could think of her really to say. Nodding her head about the shower, she took his hand and followed him upstairs.
Examining his room she realized that it was exactly how she left it last week. All that Presley could do was laugh. "hmmm, I'll try but I don't know how much I can promise to make you look even better." She teased him before heading towards his closet. She eyed his chest before he went back into the bathroom, of course he caught her staring and made a smirky comeback. All Presley could do was turn red and laugh. "okay, no peeking I promise!" She giggled before continuing to look for an outfit for him. Going through shirt and shirt, Presley found something that she thought would suit him for tonight. Pulling it out, she realize it was caught on something. Presley rose her eyebrow as she bent down to retrieve whatever it was caught on. To her surprise it was a bra. It was a much bigger size than her - not saying she was lacking much there but she wasn't this large. Presley tried to keep calm because they weren't dating. But why was she letting this get to her? She cleared her throat before folding the bra into her hand. The bathroom door was now opened and Tristan began to exit it. Presley stood with her arms crossed and threw the bra right into to his chest. "That's a cute color for you." She rolled her eyes before looking right at him His mouth was wide open just looking at the bra. Presley was definitely not in the mood for this right now, so she headed for the bedroom door. Why was letting this get to her?
tagged: emilyy/tristan words: 1, 255 listening too: mama do - pixie lott notes: this is super long SORRY. and i stole this from kelly.
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