|| badboy x reader||teenage romance ||

-5-

tristan: your coming to my place okay

y/n: really?? i have to get back home

tristan: well i wish you fucking could go home but i can't, and i don't want to get in deep shit with your parents so quickly. they better get used to me though

y/n: my parents won't be mad at you, they will just be mad at me haha

tristan: well when you put it that way, it does seem like it'd be easier to drop you off on the streets

y/n: as if! you have a crush on me so you wouldn't do that!

tristan: i don't have a crush on you. i'm not here to fall in love. i'm not into that lovey-dovey shit anyways

you look at tristan and see his hands gripping tightly to the steering wheel. he's looking intensely at the busy road. you look into his eyes and quickly kiss him on the cheek.

tristan: what the fuck! don't do that

y/n: sorry..

tristan's pov
what am i doing? she's drunk. she doesn't know what i'm saying. she did that because she-

y/n: you're cute yk that

tristan: what-?

y/n: you could pull any girl in this town! while i'm here looking like i'm stuck in 2013! what is this outfit im even wearing! i went to a fancy dinner place looking like this! i snuck out not even thinking about what i was doing! i'm ugly, dumb, and a shitty person.

tristan: well.. fuck.. uh sorry i'm not good with these things

y/n: see! you have to think hard on just reassuring me!

tristan: it's not that! i'm just not used to these type of conversations

y/n: yeah! because you're so good looking i bet people would pay just to hug you.

tristan: you think that?

y/n: duh

tristan: when you put it that way.. well, i think you look good

y/n: no you don't

tristan: yes. yes i do

y/n: stop lying to yourself

tristan: fine. i think your fucking ugly

y/n: very helpful

tristan: ... sorry

(tristan's pov)
what was that? she.. why'd i say those things?.. why'd she kiss me on the cheek??.. well we're at my place now

he carrie's you inside and he realizes you are dead asleep. he brings you to his room and he sets u in his bed.

tristan: this is a one time thing. after this, i never want to talk to you again.

{the next day}
tristan wakes up and goes downstairs and pretends to his mom that he's going to school. his mom goes to work 5 minutes after tristan leaves for school. he tells his mom he's going to take the bus since he's too tired to drive. tristan goes outside and runs to his backyard instead of walking to the bus stop.
7 minutes later..
tristan goes back inside and walks upstairs. he lays down in his bed looking into your eyes as you are sleeping.

tristan: what have you gotten me into? and what are you going to do next?

he falls asleep

you awaken

y/n: AHH

tristan wakes up

y/n: WHAT THE FUCK AM I DOING IN YOUR BED