"Throw me your shirt." I yell towards Triston.
I was currently in Triston's bathroom, yanking on the pants he gave me.
His shirt flies through the open crack, and I quickly toss my shirt out through the door.
I fasten Triston's black shirt and stroll back into the room.
Triston turns around, "Your pants make my ass look great."
My lips quirk, "What ass?"
Triston looks taken back, then beams, "I've taught you well."
I roll my eyes and sit by the camera.
"Well, there you go. We've switched clothes." Triston laughs.
I skim through the comments, "You should play never have I ever."
Triston's face scrunches up, "I always lose that game."
"Because you're unholy" I wink.
Triston rests his hands on his knees, "Pft, I'm a child of God."
"Really?"
"Yeah."
"I don't think so."
"Oh shut up, I am." He whines.
"Got the 'child' part right." I mutter.
"You're impossible." He grumbles.
"You two fight like an old couple." I read, holding back a laugh.
"We kinda do." He admits.
"What's your favorite thing about each other? Ooh, I like this one." Triston says enthusiastically, "Go ahead, what do you love about me."
I smack his arm, "I like it when you stop talking."
He narrows his eyes,I clear my throat, "Okay being serious, I like how you brighten my day. I can always count on you to be there for me."
Triston's eyes sparkle, "I can always count on you too," he takes a breath, "I guess it's my turn then.I like that you're not afraid to be who you are. You stand up for what you want and don't let anyone get in your way."
My heart swells at his complement.
I tuck a piece of hair behind my ear and nervously glance up to see Triston gazing at me.
A whimper comes from the back of my throat, his eyes held such passion.
Triston's hand finds mine, gently squeezing it.
I tear my eyes away from his, and feel myself flush.
"Well that got deep." Triston says.
A little laugh escapes my lips, leaving me less jumpy.
I wanted to kiss him so badly right now.
"Alright guys, I think I'm gonna hop off for the night."
Triston announces his social medias then ends the broadcast.
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Summer Love
Fanfiction"Triston Tyler, what are you doing in my window!" He shrugs behind the closed glass, "You wouldn't answer my calls." "Normally that means people don't want to talk." I point out. "I'm not giving up that easily." I cross my arms, it's hard being ma...
