𝐦𝐲 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧 **𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧 𝐝𝐮𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐲 𝐱 OC **

popping pills

Eloise finally exhaled and pushed her body back to lay against the tub. "I want to go home now," she said, almost whimpering. Tristan took a seat next to her and said, "I don't mind going home, but they didn't even pass out the food yet."

Eloise groggily moved her head in his direction and narrowed her eyes. Tristan got up, rolled his eyes and said, "Fine. I'll get food at home then." Eloise rolled hers after and tried to get up, using the toilet seat and Tristan's leg. Tristan tried to stay still so she didn't drop and tried to grab her elbow but she slid right back down. Eloise let out an angry grunt, she tried to get to her knees and get up but her body felt so limp. Eloise looked at Tristan with a panicked expression, "Oh my God, I can't walk!" Tristan squatted down to look at her face, putting a hand on her knee, and said, "Don't panic, it's okay. It's probably just weakness from all your puking and the alcohol. I'll help you up."

Eloise still kept her same panicked stare. It was clear to Tristan that Eloise didn't drink very often. Eloise then said, "Where is my purse?"

Tristan looked around and said, "What purse, I didn't even realize you had one with you." Eloise looked even more panicked, saying and slurring, "I need that purse, it has my pills in it."

Tristan turned his back to her while on his knees and grabbed her arms to put them around his neck so he could piggy back her to get out of the party. He narrowed his eyes as he lifted her up, "What pills?"

Eloise laid her head to rest on his shoulder and said, "Some pills I've been taking, they're like diet pills." She put a hand in his hair, tracing her finger to make shapes. Tristan went down the stairs and continued, "If they are for dieting, why do you need them?"

Eloise grunted a little annoyed at the questions, "They help with anxiety and stuff, at least for me. That's why I'm never really badly anxious, 2 a day keeps my life going my way." She laughed a little at her rhyme.

Tristan opened the door of the party and started towards his house. He knew Eloise's mom trusted him and he knew if she saw Eloise like this, she would reign hellfire upon the entire neighborhood, so he walked in the opposite direction. "You know, I don't think diet pills are meant to help with anxiety," Tristan mumbled.

"How would you know? You're not the one taking them," Eloise said with some defensiveness in her voice. Tristan said, "Well, usually diet pills are meant for dieting particularly, not overusing them to feel better."

Eloise then scoffed, "I didn't need your opinion on what I am doing for myself." Tristan let his thumbs glide across her upper leg as he held her up. Eloise shook and little and took a breath. The rest of the walk to Tristan's house was quiet. Eloise kept her mouth shut and Tristan held in his questions. Tristan opened the house door and walked her upstairs. He opened his bedroom door and laid her down. Eloise let her eyes look around his room. He had painted some beautiful pieces, some being scenery, some being people's distraught or overjoyed faces, it was a gallery inside of a room. Eloise smiled at them, and Tristan met her smile with a concerned one. Tristan sat down, trying to take off his shoes and Eloise said, "Can I take a bath?"

Tristan turned around and looked at Eloise's solemn expression, he could tell she needed one. He replied with a smile, "Good thing you're taking one, I didn't want to say it, but you smell a little bit like puke and I might have had to sleep on the balcony."

Eloise let out a smile and threw a decorative pillow at him saying, "Oh, shut up." Tristan laughed and then said, playfully, "I didn't want to hurt your feelings." Eloise laughed harder and Tristan smiled at her laughter.

There are 4,800 adjectives in the English language but none seemed to explain Eloise, to Tristan at least. She was beyond beautiful, you could say she was pretty, but that's an understatement. You could say she is confident, but with so much more than just that word. Tristan smiled at the unexplainable girl stumbling to his bathroom and smiling in awe at her. She turned on the water and put soap in the tub.

"Can you help me?", Eloise said, holding onto the sink. Tristan nodded nonchalantly, and went to unzip her dress for her. Tristan let his fingers slid across her smooth, tan skin and took a breath. "There," he said, while making his way out of the bathroom but Eloise's voice stopped him.

"Could you stay in here?", Eloise said.

Tristan turned around and tried to hide his smirk, he then said letting that smirk relax, "Eloise, are you sure? I don't want you to believe that I'm taking advantage of you. You're drunk."

"You're not, I consented. Please, I don't want to be in here alone and you're already sleeping when I get back there. Just stay," Eloise said while letting her focus wonder down. Tristan sat on the toilet which was a few feet away from the tub and turned to the wall. Eloise let out a satisfied sigh and took everything off and Tristan heard as she went into the tub.

There was silence. "I'm not addicted or anything, I just take them. They help me," Eloise said, almost sounding like she was trying to convince herself more.

"Eloise, I'm not trying to judge you. I'm just saying that taking 2 a day for something it's not prescribed for doesn't sound safe," Tristan said turning around. Eloise then said, "I can stop if I want to, it's not necessary to worry."

Tristan turned towards the bath and looked at Eloise, who looked so sad with everything she was saying, "Then don't take them anymore."

Eloise sighed and said, "But I need them." Tristan shook his head and went to sit near where her face was and held her face on both sides, "You don't need it, E. You don't. Let's make a deal right now. You stop popping pills and I stop smoking."

Eloise didn't say anything, she just nodded and looked over his shoulder.

"Eloise, say you won't take them anymore. Shake me on it that that is our deal," Tristan said. Eloise replied back agreeing and shaking his hands.

Tristan noticed her shaky hands going to reach for shampoo, and looked down before asking, "Do you need help?"