Done with pretty boys, hello bad boy

A/N: you probably hate me for not getting on with the story but I wanted to tell you if and this is a BIG 'if' but if it gets like 1000 readers then I will do a side story or sequel. I don't post pictures cause I think it's better for you to imagine what the people look like cause when I read a story and the character is suppose to be hot and the picture is a munter- it kin if puts me off. So anyway am going to shut the fuck up no and let you (hopefully) enjoy my story! Love Melissa x

Start of story:

"Please..amber!..don't start on me now!" I wine as i hold my best friend/room mate, in a tight hug, how knowns if I'll ever see her again. Of course I don't tell her this as she's already a wreck crying uncontrollably on my shoulder. All she can do is mumble a 'sorry'.

Amber is one of my many friends I have meet since moving to Australia. She has been my friend since day one and it breaks my heart to say good bye to her now, but I have to stay strong. So I pull away before I start to crack but am not sure that was a good idea.

Her normally sparkling brown eyes have grown blood shoot since she failed to hold back the tears. Just the thought of never seeing her again caused me to shed a tear. One of many I am trying to hold back.

I quickly wipe it away before collecting my suitcase and bags. Amber helps me carry them until we reach the hallway where am welcomed by the rest of my close friends I have grown to love over the past three years.

Peter doesn't even let me put my bags down before attacking me with a bear hug. I drop my bags and wrap my arms around his waist leaning my head against his hard chest. He leans his head on top of mine. "Am going to miss you" he says but it's comes out no more than a whisper.

"I'll miss you too" I say letting another tear escape. I pull away wiping it away. He gives me a weak smile that tell me he's on the brim of crying. I can't help but laugh a little at him.

Peters tough guy image well never be the same if he starts to cry now. Saying that his image isn't that great since he is studying ballet in one of the best dance schools in Australia.

He laughs with me. I look over his shoulder to see Anya and Elle crying, blowing the noises with a tissue. Bethany walks over to me with opened arms. She's been crying too? But she's always so strong and never cries, I mean NEVER! "Not you too I hug her and she gives a light laugh over the sobs. The tears are getting worse and I don't think I can hold them back much longer but she pulls away. I look away not being able to see my friends sad face. I fan my face with my hand trying to control my emotions.

Next I go over to Anya and Elle, giving then a three way hug. It means less hugs and less tears for me. I pull away. "You's will Facebook me, twitter, Instagram, keek, FaceTime, Skype.. What ever.. Just don't forget me" I tell all of my friends. They all agree and the sobs get worse.

"We could never forget you!" Peter assured an pull us into a group hug.

We pulled away and it finally hit me. 'This is goodbye' I can't be three years over like that! Don't get me wrong it was hard work but.. Am not ready to leave. The tears I've been holding back we're about to pour when a hand falls on my shoulder. I turn to find Tristan, glassy eyed and all. I lunge at him, suffocating him with a tight hug. He insistently hugs me back and this time the tears overflow. He's shirt is wet with my tears and no doubt my make ups smudged and left a stain. He strokes my hair with one of his hands while the other holds me close.

Tristan is my best friend, I know I said that about Amber but Tristan knows me better. Not always a good thing. He pulls back at bit to look at my face. His eyes must have given up trying not to cry, as there is streams of tears rolling down his very tan sinked face. <does that make sense?

His flawless face smile weakly at me. I try my hardest to smile back but the tears are taking over and my vision is starting to get blurry. I close my eyes trying to hold back tears that have already escaped. I pair of soft lips press against my forehead. I open my eyes to see Tristan, this time a smile at him, from ear to ear, I can't help how happy I am to have him near.

Confession time!

I have had a crush on this guy since the day I got here! I know, why didn't I just tell him. Well maybe I am trying to be realistic. He would never like me more than a friend and I know it! He has had about a million girlfriends. He knows when a girl likes him, and when he does he waste no time and sleeps with them. It's like their a hot cookie that's just came out the oven, he eats them before the get cold.

He's a manwhore yet I still have feelings for him. Cliché if I don't say so myself.

But I doesn't matter now! I am about to get in a taxi and drive to the airport. I have had three years to tell him how I feel, and how it feels when I hear he's slept with another girl, how many times my heart has stopped when he's near.. I want to slap myself until I cry! Which wouldn't be long since am already crying.

"Can we talk" his husky voice snaps me back to reality and away from his ocean blue eyes I always get lost in.

"Sure" my voice comes out shaky.

He smiles pulling me by the hand away from the group. As soon as we were far away so the group couldn't heard he turned around to face me.

"Please don't go!" He begged holding me by the wait, looking deep into my eyes.

"What are you doing?!" I wonder out loud.

He chuckles "what do you think am doing?" His eyes are getting glassier by the minute. "Am begging you to stay" he explains.

"Tristan.." My voice cracks "I cant!" The tears come back. "I-I am sorry.. There's nothing you can say to change my mind" I manage to say between sobs.

He sniffles. (Liking that word!) "what if I did this.."

I look at him confused before he presses his lips on mine.

Tristan is kissing me!

Tristan Striker is kissing me!