Only The Past | Book 1

01

TRISTON
present

Tracing my fingers along the fogged up window of the car door making patterns as is see in the corner of my eye my mom is glaring at me through the wing mirror that has an operation light on the top of it.

Grabbing my wireless red beats out my duffel bag, and turning on 'Touch' by Cigarettes After Sex, putting on at full volume using the little buttons on the side of my phone. It's probably to sad to be listening to because I am leaving my family for a long time and of course I am happy to be on my own and independent but the most of me is distorted with sadness. Who wouldn't be?

The sadness that you can see one my face due to the tear that glides down my cheek. I love my parents I love how they took me out of a foster home when I was four year old. Why I was in foster home I don't know, or want to know.

The sun starts the set as the clock on the car monitor reads 8:05. Thank fuck it's getting dark
Nothing could be worse then arriving at a new school in broad daylight.

As my Spotify playlist that is named 'Triston's favourites' plays at a shuffle. My eyes starting to get heavy that courses me to fall into a deep sleep with my head leaning on the car door that is still fogged up but now with my patterns smudged on.

"T." I hear a voice talk at a calm tone. I blink realising that sleep as built up in my tear duct, blinking again but this time I don't close my eyes back up, as I feel my mom shake me at a fast pace."Yes?" I mutter due to me still being half asleep,

"We are here, where at your new school" my mom says with her voice getting more and more shaky as she talks. I slowly lift my head from the car set that I have lid down onto in my sleep.

I am a very deep sleeper

Seeing the building that towers over our car due to me having to look up is pretty much just brinks making the building look like it's meant to be in somewhere in the woods. Reading the sigh that is sits on top of the door of the entrance. 'Cruisenook Creek' in big writing in the colour- I can't see the colour because how dark the 11:24 sky is but I can see the office that is illuminate up and a hall of doors that is to the the left of the office which must be the dorms, thats the only ones I can see from my parents car but I am a hundred percentage that there is more because online it say it's up to five hundred and sixty three dorms.

"Hello are you-" the lady who looks about forty ish  that sits at the front desk says with a big smile curving up the corner of her lips, with her hair dropping down to her collarbones in the colour strawberry blonde with four strains of yellow highlights that I think was meant to be blonde highlights that look like it's been done by a child.

"Tiston Haynes, yes" I say interrupting her by mistake that's the think about my ADD it courses me to do so fucking inpatient. I look over my shoulder seeing my mom absorbing her surroundings, I still can't believe I am leaving my parents. I might be nineteen but who said that a nineteenth year old can't be a mommy's boy? And for my dad I am pretty close to him but not as close as I am to my mom, he helped me learn how to play lacrosse due to him being a huge lacrosse fan you can probably see that the second you see him because of the huge crosse that is tattooed on his right leg.

"Okkkkkkkkk" the lady mutters whilst looking at the computer that she sits in front of, she types some stuff into the computer using the keyboard with sticky up keys. "Room PR67" she continues meeting my eyes again as she knees over her desk giving my the keys to the dorm. "Thank you miss."

"Mom this is PR79."
"The lady said PR67." I mumble trying to keep my frustration tainted. Walking up the hall whist spinning the key spilt ring around my index finger that holds the room number on a red key tag. My mom tagging behind me.

Both of us looking at each door trying to find PR67

Turning the corner that leads to a bunch of other dorms, hopefully PR67 being there. Seeing a guy walking down the hall as we walk up the hall that doesn't seem want to talk or looked like he was in reality due to his nose being stuck in his phone that is holds with both hands. How can we see where he is going? It's what ever turning my head forcing my eyes back on to the door numbers.

"Hey man do you know where room PR67 is?" I say in a loud tone trying to get his attention. "DUDE" I say now getting a bit to loud, fuck I hate being inpatient but I can't help it so I don't really care if I am being brutally honest.

"Ahhh sorry. What's up?" He states looking at me  with his eyes, His eyes were as gray as thick, prowling clouds in a thunderstorm with his messy blonde hair sticking up in his curls.

"Yeah, yeah it's fine. Just wanted to know if you know where room PR67? I say forcing a smirk. "dudeeeeeeeeeeeeeee, we are roommates" he asserts offering a fist bump. Bumping him back kind of awkwardly, I am not really as comfortable with people my age if you can't really tell. "Come I will take you, I was going to the vending machines but dude a new roommate is dopeeeeeeee" he says walking off excepting me to follow, sprinting off to get up to him.

Seeing my mom laughing to herself as she keeps her distance because she aways says "you need to make friends your own age you can't just be friends with my friends or your dad's friends." And now look at me talking to someone my own again well not really getting the choice to because he kinda just pulled me.

"The girls that are the door next to us are hot as fuckkkkkkk." he mumbles into my ear whilst nudging me as he steps closer to my side. "Cool." I mumble back at him forcing a smile again whist trying my hardest to sound interested. "Here we are" he projects his focus to the door on our right that is maroon just like all the other doors, but his one has a big sign going cross the middle that says 'boys lounge' in yellow writing. The same kind of sign that is like the 'danger' signs. 

The two single beds that are pressing against the walls that happen to be opposite one and other, that are next the the back all with the only window in the room sitting in the middle. The bathroom, well I am guessing the bathroom next to the fount door the get again maroon door I am guessing all the doors in this place are maroon, and the next rest of the room just has wardrobes and chest of draws.

"Pretty clean for a boy." My mom jokes and as usual laughing, at her own jokes.

Laughing comes from my side seeing he is laughing, woah for once my mom has made someone who is not my dad laugh, or me from time to time.

"Oh I am Jude, Jude Dyer." he finally says with a I nod. "Triston Miller." I rely looking from his face to my moms face.

"Nice you meet you Jude hope you help my son out he is" she goes into a whisper "kinda shy." She continues. "I am not I am just, just... oh shut up." I joke.

Buzz buzz

Seeing my mom on her phone "ahh shit your dad just got the parking but it's poring with rain so I am am gonna have to go now Tris" my mom says in a calm tone. Almost sounding apologetic?

Hugging my mom highly feeling her start to get a little lighter, "mom it's ok I will you you every so often." I say trying to reduce her from crying and embarrassing me. "Well at lest let me get you set up" she comes out my hold and walks over to the box's that have been put next to the drawers. Placing both hands on her shoulders as I look into her eyes " Mom I can do it, I love you I will call you later" " please" I say giving her the eyes that I am getting kind of embarrassed.

"Bye I love you." Says closing the door at a slow paste as I look over at her with the tears streaming down her face making my eyes start to water. But absorbing my tears with my hoodie with my back do Jude.

Hopefully he doesn't think I am some weird nerd due to that dramatic scene if i don't say my self. My mom was acting like I would never see her again.