That blue hair'd douch is my dad

Chapter 16

"Porcelain! Tristan! We're going now, for our sound check," my dad called through our door.

"Okay dad," I replied.

I heard everyone leave the bus and we were alone. Tristan pulled me closer to him, if that was even possible, and I snuggeled my head into his chest. He softly kissed my head and I could hear equipment being moved from the under storage.

"You are beautiful," Tristan said as I traced his muscles.

"Thank you, you are the most hansome guy I've ever met," I replied, as Tristan began to rub my back.

"Do you want to get up, maybe go for a walk?" Tristan asked.

"Sure, if you can handle wearing a shirt on your burns," I replied.

"It shouldn't be a problem," he replied and kissed my head.

I climbed out of the bed and went to my bag. I pulled out a blue tank top, navy cartigan, black jeans, black boots and Tristans black jacket. He threw on a purple long-sleeve, blue jeans, black sweater and blue running shoes. Once we were dressed Tristan grabbed my hand a we walked off the bus. We began our walk and were swarmed almost instently, by Trenchers, it was fun at first but several people were pushing and were pushed into me. Everytime I nearly fell Tristan caught me but I felt the pain in my stomach.

"Can we get out of here?" I asked Tristan.

"Of course," he replied, then to the Trenchers he called; "WE'RE GONNA GO NOW! WE HAVE A DATE TO GET TO! ENJOY THE CONCERT, WE MAY SEE YOU LATER!"

They cleared a path for us and Tristan pulled me through the crowd of fans. Once we were a few blocks away I pulled Tristan to a stop.

"What was that?" I asked.

"I got us out of the crowd," he replied shocked.

"We have a date to get to," I said sceptically.

"Oh my god, do you want to break up?" Tristan asked scared.

"No, but I didn't want to tell anyone just yet," I replied and rested my head on his shoulder.

"I'm sorry, I just wanted to get us out of there. I should have asked before hand, I'm so sorry Porcelain," Tristan said and kissed my cheek.

I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket and it didn't stop, obviousally twitter mentions. I pulled it out and checked some of the messages.

:@PrincessPorcelain @TristanAyley are you two dating?

:@TristanAyley Are you and @PrincessPorcelain dating?

:@PrincessPorcelain how did you luck out with @TristanAyley?

After that I truned my phone off and put it back into my pocket. I sighed and leaned back into Tristans chest.

"What's the matter Porcelain?" he asked.

"Just the twitter mentions, now everyone's gonna know," I sighed.

"Do you want to go somewhere or back to the bus?" Tristan asked.

"Can we go check out the sound check? I don't want to do anything right now," I replied.

Tristan grabbed my hand and led me back to the theater. He steared clear of the line of fans, we went in the back entrence with no problem. Our dads were onstage playing Porcelain and that made me smile. We stood off stage until they were done and then I ran out to my dad.

"Everyone, this is my daughter Porcelain," my dad said into the mic.

Oh right, the VIP holders got to see the sound check. I gave a small wave and the rest of me was frozen. Tristan had to come and carry me off stage, one thing I didn't get from my parents was the ability to be onstage, I had insane stage fright.

"Porcelain, snap out of it," Tristan said and snapped his fingers in my face.

I blinked and was unfrozen. I closed my eyes and leaned into Tristan. He kissed the top of my head, then I felt another pair of arms wrap around me. I looked up and saw it was just Matt.

"What do you want?" I asked and poked his chest.

"To make sure you're okay," he said and poked my belly, I winced slightly and he realized his mistake; "Porcelain, I'm so sorry, I forgot."

I began laughing and doubled over.

"You're so gullible Matthew," I said between my laughs.

"You little," he said and picked me up.

I yelped as he threw me over his shoulder and ran around. Then he ran out onstage and I froze again. Matt set me down at the piano and waited, I felt everybody's eyes on me. I closed my eyes and imagened that I was at home, I felt my fingers slowly dance over the keys. When I reopened my eyes I realized that I had just played Masterpiece Theater part two onstage. I heard everyone clapping.

"That was amazing baby girl," my dad said and kissed my forehead.

"O-o-off s-st-stage," I stuttered.

A few seconds later Tristan had picked me up and carried me off stage. We sat on the couch until I relaxed, I felt shivvers roll up my back. Tristan grabbed someones jacket and threw it over me.

"Are you alright now?" he asked.

"Ya, but I'm kinda getting hungry," I said.

"DAD! CAN WE ORDER A PIZZA?" Tristan yelled.

"I'LL ORDER IT! WHAT DO YOU AND PORCELAIN WANT ON YOUR PIZZA?" Mike yelled back.

"Umm... pepperoni, and hmm... thats it," I replied.

"You sure? You always get mushrooms and peppers, are you feeling okay?" he asked.

"Ya, I don't feel like mushrooms or peppers tonight," I replied.

"JUST PEPPERONIE!" Tristan yelled to his dad.

"GOT IT!" Mike yelled back.

"Porce, how long's it been?" he asked.

"A week and a bit," I replied.

"Do you think-"

"I don't know, it's probibally still to early," I replied.

"Alright, just let me know and I'll-"

"I know, I'll tell you. Thank you," I sighed.

"For what?" Tristan asked.

"Being so supportive, and not mad," I replied.

"I could never be mad at you," he replied.

"Again, thank you," I said and kissed Tristan

"Well, you're welcome," he said after the kiss.