You Were Mine

Lemon kinda guy

It was only 7am and Justin was already in the shower, his head engulfed in a hat of bubbles and his bronzed skin lathered in soapy water. He couldn't believe he actually felt motivated enough to do this, make an effort, wake himself up and it was all for Tristan. He continued to shower for a while, enjoying the warmth he got from the steamy, heated water streaming down his back, before hopping out and drying himself off with the closest towel. He'd made sure the nicest clothes he had were clean and ensured he wasn't wearing Conner's oversized stuff.

He decided on a plain, kinda baggy, black t-shirt with black skinny jeans that this time, were actually skinny. The house was cold but he didn't want to completely cover everything up, he thought possibly his tattoos could be a conversation starter with Tristan, so he wanted them to be visible. Looking around the wardrobe, there was barely anything he'd dare to wear, but he came across a black, long, flowery kimono. This must have been Conner's girlfriend's before they split, he just never got rid of it. Kinda sad really, but Justin thanked her in his head, for giving him something nice to wear. Justin was satisfied with his outfit, he was tired of the same old every day, considering back home he loved to wear flowery button up shirts and weird patterns tees.

The window was calling Justin, so he got up off the side of the bed and sat cross-legged on the window sill, resting his elbow on his knee and his head in the palm of his hand. He, again, watched the general hustle and bustle of the street, but unlike last time, he was really waiting for somebody. Not just mindlessly passing the time. A sick feeling was in his throat and his stomach had practically erupted into butterflies- he couldn't quite believe himself. Justin didn't take himself for a quick faller-in-lover, he thought he would take charming, being treated like a prince, taken on many dates. But then he remembered how socially anxious he was and how it was virtually impossible for anyone to do those things for him since he felt like a burden.

His trail of thought was stopped as soon as he saw the same flash of red as he saw yesterday. Tristanwas walking down the street, a spring in his step, a little soft smile on his lips. Justin bit his bottom lip, his eyes focused intently on Tristan, Tristan's shapely thighs pressing through his tight leather jeans, Tristan's muscly arms bulging a little through his camo jacket and Tristan's eyes, he wanted to see where Tristan was looking, would Tristan looking for Justin the same way he was for Tristan? Tristan's yes flicked up to the window where Justin was curled up and Justin quickly began fiddling with his hands, busying himself so he didn't look as if he was waiting for Tristan, which was exactly what he was doing.

A tame knock came through from the lounge and Justin leaped off the window sill, rushing through the lounge and to the front door. He stood up straight, looking at the door frame, knowing just on the other side of the thin wood stood Tristan. He breathed deeply, trying desperately to compose his anxious self before greeting Tristan.

"Morning! You're already up and dressed! I'm impressed!" Tristansmiled fondly at Justin, the adorable crinkles at the corners of his eyes forming.

"Y-Yeah I am. Y'know, once you're awake it's hard to sleep again," Justin said, stuttering slightly and his voice shaking. He was in awe of himself, he was really standing here right now talking to somebody without his body going into lock down. There was just something about Tristan that was comforting, you felt as if you could tell him your past, all your secrets and he wouldn't judge you at all.

"I feel you, I wish I could sleep in but I'm an early bird now- I kinda have to be thanks to Conner!" Tristanwaved his hand in the air, walking towards the couches and putting his backpack down.

"It's warm in here isn't it?" Tristan said, removing his jacket, exposing his toned arms which turned Justin's legs to jelly.

Justin stifled a smile as he thought about making a comment like, "No it's just you," but he decided against that- or more like his anxiety decided against that.