Ticket Outta Loserville (Trames au)

Chapter 15- James' POV

I'm wandering through the streets with nowhere to go, apart from not going to my house. It's been the worst day ever- having an argument with one of my 'friends', coming out to Tristan after crying on his shoulder, making him cry when I was horrible to him, and to top it all off my dad had a major meltdown when I came out to him. I really needed to get away from it, which is why I'm wandering the streets.

Luckily, there's not many people around so I don't have to deal with them staring at the tears that won't stop flowing. I'm walking vaguely towards my best friend Alex's house, but my heart sinks when I suddenly remember that he left early after school because he's visiting his grandparents or something, so he won't be there. What am I going to do now? It's dark, I can't keep wandering around, but equally I really don't want to go home. 

As I'm pondering my situation, I walk straight into something... or someone. "Oh god, sorry." says a familiar voice. I smile to myself as I realise that it's Tristan- he's not even my friend, but he was so nice to me today. "Hey." he says. "Odd seeing you here." I don't reply, and he looks concerned. "Hey, you ok?"

I manage to laugh weakly. "I'm about as far away from that as you can get."

"Oh." says Tristan, looking sad. "What happened?"

I sigh. "It's a long story. But the short version is that I came out to my dad and he totally flipped out. I needed to get out."

"That sucks." says Tristan sympathetically. "Where are you going to go now?"

I shrug. "I don't know. I was going to go to Alex's, but he's out. I just don't want to go home."

Tristan then surprises me by saying "You can come to mine if you want. My parents aren't home, they've gone off to some wedding or something."

"Are you sure?" I ask.

He nods. "It's ok, honest."

I smile gratefully. "That'd be great, thanks." Thankfully, Tristan doesn't live too far away, and I'm  relieved to get away from the cold and dark. Soon enough, we're sitting on the sofa drinking coffee and I'm spilling out the whole story. "I knew he'd react like that. He called me a freak and said I was disrespectful for not telling him sooner, which just made me feel guilty."

"How horrible." Tristan says, putting a hand on my shoulder. It's comforting, and I have to resist the urge to lean closer to him. 

I continue with the story. "Then my mum got involved and told him to leave me alone, he yelled at her then I cried and ran out." A tear slips down my cheek, and I have to stifle a yawn at the same time. 

"You look exhausted." Tristan comments, running his thumb over my shoulder.

I nod. "It's been a long day." I suddenly realise that he's still wearing my shirt from earlier, and I smile.

Tristan stands up and gives me a hand to help me up. "Come on, you need to sleep. It won't go away overnight, but it'll look better in the morning. Things always seem way worse at this time of night."

"I'm staying?" I ask, slightly surprised.

Tristan nods. "If you want to. You can't go around like that." I smile- that's exactly what I said to him earlier. 

"Where do you want me to sleep?" I ask.

Tristan shrugs. "I'd say my brother's bed, but if you care about your health I wouldn't recommend that. Is the sofa ok? We have blankets."

I nod- I'm just grateful to have somewhere safe to stay for the night. Maybe Tristan is my friend after all. Whilst he's in the bathroom, I drop my mum a text telling her I'm at a friend's, and she replies telling me to be careful and that she loves me. I wriggle out of my jeans, but I keep my shirt on. 

Almost as soon as I'm done, Tristan walks out the bathroom- like me, he's clad in his boxers and a shirt. "I'll go grab you a blanket."

"Thank you." I say. "You don't have to do this."

"It's ok." Tristan says, emerging from his wardrobe clutching a blanket. "Night James."

"Night." I reply, but I don't move. 

"You ok?" he asks worriedly. 

I sigh, tears filling my eyes. "I guess. I'm just..." Scared. I can't bear to say it, how stupid would is sound? 

Tristan clearly guesses though. "Do you want to sleep in my bed?" he offers.

I nod gratefully, and smile as he lets me climb in next to him. This is so weird- we're not friends really, yet here we are sharing a bed. "Thank you." I say for the millionth time. 

He smiles. "It's ok. Go to sleep." This I do- it's been a long day, and all I can do is hope that it'll look better tomorrow.

------

I bet everyone saw a really cliche chapter coming 😂 Oh well, never mind. Please vote and comment? Also, how is Lush Life at 3.4k? That's crazy.

Did anyone else get tour tickets today? *waves at anyone going to London date* I'm still working  on my mum to let me have vip ones next time, idk if it'll work though 😒