Liar's Desire ✔️

47| A Motorcycle & The Beach

Tristan's POV

Knock, knock.

"Carlos? I thought you left already," I whispered as I fully opened the door, "Your bus is going to leave soon, it's midnight."

"There's a lot we need to talk about and this time, it's not me that we're talking about."

"But it's late," I whispered, "Someone might wake up and report me as missing a ton of things could happen." He grabbed my arm and pulled me out of my hotel room. I was in my plaid pajamas pants and black sweatshirt and it was freezing outside, "Carlos, don't we need jackets?"

"The flurries are so pretty, aren't they?"

We were outside the hotel and there was motorcycle sitting on the sidewalk, "We don't have helmets, what if we fall off and die?"

"You'll be fine. I know how to ride this thing."

"But aren't we underage for driving? You have to be over 18 to drive here, remember?"

"Its midnight, no one will catch us!" We both got on the motorcycle and the second Carlos began to drive it, I wrapped my arms tightly around his neck.

"Im not suffocating you, right?" I yelled over the sound of wind filling my ears.

"I'm fine, hold on tight!" Carlos yelled as he began to accelerate.

I was going to die that way, I just knew it. Two stupid teenage boys on a motorbike and no helmets? Yeah, it was the end for the two of us.

We came to a halt and I slowly opened my eyes, we were at the beach. Alive, we were at the beach.

"Why are we here?" I asked, "I'm so confused right now."

We got off the motorbike and began walking towards the ocean. The flurries were starting to turn into actual snowfall and I was really cold.

"Our history is complicated, I know. But I want us to explain ourselves to each other. We know almost everything and nothing about each other so lets talk about ourselves like we're strangers on the internet."

His arms were behind his back and he was smiling. He sat down and patted the area of sand in front of him so I sat down.

"I don't think there's much to talk about. There's nothing interesting about me. Well, you know the only interesting part."

"Then I'll start. I'm going to be vulnerable with you right now so promise not to tell anyone?"

"I promise."

"I'm a spy."

I looked at his serious face for a couple of seconds but then began to laugh, "Yeah and I'm the king of France. Carlos, we're not little kids anymore."

He rolled his eyes, "I'm a spy for the company Foncé. Stephanie helps me out with my missions."

"And why do I need to know this?"

"Do you want to know how many people I've killed?" Carlos said.

"Killed?"

"Zero. I've shot people but they've never died from my shooting them. Usually, they die later because of my father's team or whatever. My gun just tranquilizes them."

"So your life is constantly on the line?"

"I'll be fine. So, your turn."

I put my hand on my chest, "I don't think I have anything to admit."

"Didn't your parents ever tell you to stay away from shattered glass?"

"They did."

"Then why didn't you listen?"

"I'll never get why you talk to me," I said.

"Why do you always defend Tiffany?"

"She didn't do anything."

"No, you just don't want her to look bad. So tell me, why do you care about her so much?"

"It's not like I have anyone else," I softly said.

"Hinata?"

"I guess."

"There you go."

I looked away from him, focusing on how his breathing was slightly stuttered. He was nervous and I could tell it was because he had never been so vulnerable with someone before.

I turned my head to face him. Our eyes locked and I focused on every feature in eyes. His brown eyes had a slightly darker brown surrounding his pupil. One eye was slightly lighter than the other eye. He had heterochromia, one hazel and one brown eye. I had never noticed before.

I quickly turned my head away and Carlos was looking at me with a vacant expression, I could never tell what was going through his mind.

"Your breath smells like cigarettes," Carlos said as he turned his head away, "Bitter."

Suddenly, I was embarrassed and covered my mouth, "Sorry, I forgot about that."

"Why don't you eat?"

"I can't."

"Why?"

"I just throw it up."

"Why'd you stop eating in the first place?"

I looked away from him and mumbled, "I didn't deserve to eat." 

"I have so many questions," Carlos mumbled, "Lets begin with the cigarettes."

"It was only three."

"Then it'll turn into four, then five, then six, then packs."

"Sorry," We both looked away from each other and I bit my lip.

"Why?" Carlos asked, "You don't need cigarettes. Only losers smoke."

"They make me happy."

"Other things can make you happy," Carlos hugged me and we just sat like that for a while until he said, "You need to eat more and stop smoking. Both can lead you to end up in the hospital again."

Him saying that suddenly made me want to tell him everything. I wanted to tell him everything about me. I wanted to be the air. I wanted every particle of mine to be known by Carlos. I wanted him to know everything about me and forget the word nothing even if it was just for a moment.

"I've been throwing up everything I eat, I think it's because I haven't been eating and my body is rejecting the food I guess. The whole cigarette thing hasn't been going on for too long. I bought them from a student. Why cant I just be happy, Carlos? I shouldn't be the one complaining, you're the one I tormented. I know how you bottle up your feelings and you don't have to. I know the bullying affected you. Talk to me, please. "

"I tried it once," Carlos softly stated.

"Tried what?"

"Do you know how it feels to fly?"

"I don't. Tell me about it."

"You feel like you can for a moment but then, you're just falling."

"And you regret it, right?" 

"I get to see butterflies fly instead of me. That makes living worth it," He smiled. "Now we're both clean of secrets. Do you want to go back now?"

"Yeah."

We both got back onto the motorcycle, my arms wrapped tightly around him as I shook from the fear of dying or falling or anything bad happening.

I wanted to breathe that cold winter air forever.