You Were Mine

Right. Now.

"Justin I'm leaving now, see you," Conner said through the door, Justin lying, dozing in bed.

He sat up in bed, taking in his surroundings. He'd been in here for a good while now and he still hadn't actually properly looked around the room. It was practically bare, kind of like a hotel room, but less friendly. The walls were painted a bleak beige colour and they were completely blank, no pictures or wall hangings, just a light and windows on the opposite side. The carpet was also a boring beige colour, it was almost like when Conner had moved into this apartment, he didn't even open the door to this room. Justin only liked one thing about this room, the tremendous window. It was arch shaped and stretched from ceiling to floor, excluding the sill. It made Justin feel like he could be outside, walking amongst the daily hustle and bustle whilst he was in the safety of his room.

He got out of bed and took a seat by the window, shivering slightly in the cold morning air. The street was already full of commuters making their way to work, to school and some making their way home from night shifts. Conner's apartment was at the end of a side road that came off the high street and Justin loved to people watch, watch the shops and cafes open up, watch the rushing businessmen grab their coffees and sandwiches and sprint off to work. He loved to watch all the different types of students making their way to college and school. The arty ones, carrying their art folders full of colourful pencils and intricate drawings. The music ones, headphones firmly in their ears, wearing some odd new indie clothes and his favourite, the English students; head deeply buried in a book, often very cute, intriguing looking people. He wished he could be down there with them, talk to them, play the piano with them over lunch break, but it just wasn't going to happen. He could barely leave these four walls.

Justin's attention was quickly shifted over to the street below him, he'd seen a flash of red and heard a car door slam. Tristan was here. He was waiting to cross the road, holding his backpack over one shoulder and squinting his eyes in the soft glow of the morning. Justin smiled fondly, he couldn't help but feel a little attraction towards Tristan- nothing serious, but yet still there.

He hastily hopped off the windowsill and scrambled to find some clothes. He heard a knock on the door and he froze. Didn't Tristan have a key or something? Fuck. He'd have to answer it. His socks slipped on the floor beneath him and he steadied himself on the wall, pausing a minute to catch his breath before opening the door to Tristan.

"Sorry! Forgot my key!" Tristan was breathing heavily after running up the numerous flights of stairs. His cheeks were lightly flushed pink. His hair was peeking out from underneath his grey snapback again, which was at a jaunty angle on his head.

Today his arms were exposed and Justin was shocked. Tristan's right arm was completely covered in a colourful sleeve. A mixture of oranges, greens and blues all intertwined together, twisting from his forearm up to his shoulder.

"Ah, you like my sleeve?" Tristan's face softened into a big smile, lifting his arm to reveal even more of the tattoo. The back of his arm was covered in a black, orange and red space-like scene. It was rather breath-taking and Justin was too distracted to even respond to Tristan.

"Uh, Yeah! It's neat." Justin avoided eye contact with Tristan, shifting his focus from the tattoo to his own feet.

"Well, I have to sort this drum kit out in the back. You can come with me if you'd like, Conner said you like music, I won't take it personally if you don't feel like it, I can keep myself company." Tristan smiled affectionately, his pretty eyes looking deep into Justin's.

Justin was caught off guard and wasn't completely sure what to do. Deep down he wanted nothing more than to sit with Tristan and chat, but his head and body physically wouldn't let him. He'd probably sit there, stuttering and staring at the floor making Tristan and himself feel awkward.