#1 Over And Over Again [Tristan Maxted]

Chapter 16

JUNE'S P.O.V.:

The lights were on and everyone had already left. 

Everyone apart from Tristan and me. We were still sat in our seats, watching the credits roll in silence. 

The tingling feeling of the kiss we had shared only a few moments ago still lingered on my lips. It felt very odd, but completely right at the same time; I didn't know how I felt about it yet. 

Who was I kidding? I knew exactly how I felt and that was fantastic. 

I had just kissed Tristan William Maxted, who wouldn't feel fantastic? 

When I came to that conclusion butterflies exploded in my stomach, making my insides feel like an absolute mess. Tristan had his arm wrapped around my shoulders, which I'm pretty sure added a few dozen extra butterflies. 

There was just one question that remained unanswered; did I love him? 

Sure, I loved things about him. I always found new things I loved, little quirks, but those were things, did I actually love him though? 

"Should we maybe go?" Tris asked, interrupting my thought process. 

"Probably." I answered after I quickly looked around and verified that we were indeed the last two in the entire room. 

Tris got up and held his hand out. It wasn't like I needed his help, but I took his hand gratefully; letting him pull me up. 

Honestly, I dreaded the conversation that was inevitable; the conversation Tristan and I had to have in order to establish where we stood. As he remained silent I did so too. I wasn't any good as those conversations so I was more than happy to put it off for as long as possible. 

We walked out of the room, dumping the empty popcorn"bucket" in the way out. 

After about five minutes we were stood in Gunwharf Quays again and the whole way I had seen Tristan's left arm twitch; the one I was walking next to as if he was debating whether or not to touch me with it. 

We made our way to the stairs and I noticed yet again that he lifted his arm and then lower it again; deciding against whatever he originally had had in mind. 

This time though I decided for him.

 I lifted my right arm and hooked it through his left one, smiling at him when I had done so. He gratefully smiled back at me, happy that the decision had been made. 

"Oh,you wanna go to HMV?" Tris asked as we passed a sign for it, "But we literally just went a few days ago?" 

"So?" he argued. 

"Good point." I agreed and we turned left, entering the shop. 

We looked around for a while; I wasn't planning to buy anything and Tristan still didn't have any money. 

"June!" I suddenly heard from the other side of the shop. I put down the CD I was holding just in time to see Tristan rushing towards me with a shirt in his hands. 

"I can't believe they still sell these! This is absolutely amazing!" he exclaimed. 

He held it in front of me and I saw it was a classic Busted tour shirt. 

"Tris, you should be careful, your fanboy's showing." I warned, laughing at my own joke, which was oh so terrible. 

"Wow June, wow." he said, slowly clapping, "But you're right; Busted is like my ultimate favourite band ever. I even had a fan-folder." 

"Really?" I laughed, "Oh yeah, complete with everything about the band." Tristan explained proudly. 

"I even have a picture." He held out his phone so I could see what he was talking about.#

"As a fangirl I am very proud of you." I told him, patting his shoulder, "Oh, but wait! Does that say Chalie?" 

"I was a lot younger back then." Tris said defensively. 

"Right."

Tristan soon realised that he had to hang the shirt back as he wasn't able to purchase it and I went with him. 

The moment he turned his back on the shirt though, I grabbed it. 

"We good to go?" I asked, ushering Tristan towards the exit. I ducked behind a DVD rack, left Tristan walking out of the shop and ran to an empty till. 

"Where'd you go?" he asked as I caught up with him a few minutes later. "I thought I saw an All Time Low shirt, but I was wrong and when I looked up you were nowhere to be seen." I lied, checking if I stuffed the HMV bag properly into my handbag so it wasn't visible. 

Tristan hooked his arm around mine again, but then immediately shot me a worried glance. I then reassured him by holding on to his arm tightly which made that look disappear and replaced it with a toothy grin. 

"Your uncle told me he has a guitar in your grandma's house." Tris started, "Would it be okay if I asked him if I could borrow it? Just for tonight, I mean." 

My heart melted a bit at the last bit that he had stammered. 

Another thing that I loved about him, but that still didn't answer the question that was burning in the back of my mind. 

"I'm sure you can, if you teach me something." 

"You can't play?" he asked. 

"I have no musical talent what so ever." 

"Then this is my chance to bestow my talent upon you." Tris said in a mock ceremonial voice, "What song would you like me to teach you?" 

"Oh, let me have a long and hard think about that." I answered, stroking my imaginary beard. I felt Tristan's body shake with laughter as he pulled me closer to him. 

This led to some serious trouble when it came to walking; it was like having our two middle legs were tied together and we were failing to manage with just three. Like this we stumbled all the way back to the bus station. 

I am pretty sure we annoyed the elderly and also the bus driver with our constant outbursts of hiccuping laughter. 

Okay, my conclusion is that I love spending this much time with Tristan and I think the feeling is mutual, at least I hope so. Yet, the real question is still nagging me, how can one actually ever be certain they love the person and not the things about the person? 

Or was it the same? 

God,why was this all so god damn complicated?

Or was that just me making a mess of something simple?

Author's Note:

I'm sorry I accidentally made June extra whiny in this chapter. I wrote most of this on a plane and planes make  me anxious and stuff so I'm sorry.

Please vote and comment if you enjoyed it even with the extra whining.

XOXO Nina