When in Paris: TRILES

A Distraction

Miles' POV

Winston and I had just arrived at the airport. I see him checking his phone and a worried look washes over his face.

"Come on, man! We're late. I've never been late in my life," he says as he pulls his luggage. We make our way to the elevator. I stared at my best friend and realized how uptight he was. This was Paris and he needed to chill.

"Chewy, relax. You make it seem like she's gonna murder you if you're a little tardy," I reply. Winston was my best friend and my mom felt that I needed a break from the private school life. So, here I am, in Paris, following him on his little trip.

"I'm just not used to be being late. I still don't get why you're mom made you follow me. You're slowing me down enough as it is," he shoots me an angrily look. I sigh.

"Okay okay, don't worry. We'll get to your precious class and hey, if I'm gonna go to Degrassi I have to make new friends, right? Besides, who knows if I'm lucky, I could have sex with a hot girl...or guy,"

"I'm sure you'll score one way or the other. You always do," When Winston and I had gotten to the room, we were the first ones there. I was feeling a bit warm so I decided to take my shirt off. A while after we had arrived, two guys came in the room. I guess they were also our roommates.
"Zig, I can't get it down. Can you help me?" The cute blonde boy told his friend. I see his friend rushing over to help him but he was unsuccessful. He was too short. I sighed heavily and decided to lend my helping hand. I walked towards them and grab the line that the blonde haired boy was trying to get. I give it to him and suddenly felt this strong wave of feeling come over me as I stared into his eyes. I see him looking at my abs. He immediately looked away.

"I'm Miles. I guess I'm your roommate," I extend my hand out and he shook it.

"Tristan Milligan. Your Winston's friend?" he asked. "I've never heard him mention you,"

I laugh under my breath and quickly glance at Winston who was talking to the Zig guy.

"Yeah well...he's probably worried people might actually like me better than him," I joked. We heard a rumbling noise and Tristan immediately held his stomach.

"Oh my gosh, I'm sorry. I'm just so freaking starv-"

"I know an amazing French restaurant just a couple blocks from here. I could take you," I offer. He stares at Zig and then turns his attention to me. There was something about him that caught my eye. I didn't know what it was but I definitely found him interesting. I turn to Winston.

"Dude, let's go eat," I say to him. "You too, Zig," The black haired boy folded his arms and shot me a look.

"Nah man, I'm good," he replied. His lost. "Tristan, we gotta meet Zoe at the café down the block, remember?" I looked at Tristan and seen him stare down at the ground.

"Oh yeah, right. Sorry, Miles. Rain check though?" I nodded as I walked back to my bed. Tristan and Zig were about to leave the room when I rushed over and pulled Tristan's hand.

"What are you doing later tonight?" I asked. He exchanged glances with Zig.

"He can't be out passed 10:30pm, it's our curfew," Zig replied for him. God, he was annoying.

"I was actually talking to Tristan but thanks," I replied coldly. Zig shook his head and walked away. Winston chuckled.

"When can we hang?" I asked Tristan. He stared at me as if I was crazy. I could feel my stomach churning, almost as if there were worms inside me. Why did I feel nervous? I wasn't normally like this.

"I don't know. Maybe tomorrow after class? I'll let you know," he replied before he rushed off. I sighed heavily as I threw myself on my bed. Winston tried to hide his smile and I noticed.

"What?" I asked. He shook his head, still smiling.

"You like him. I haven't seen you like that with someone since..." I knew he was gonna say it but I didn't want him to say it. I didn't want him to say his name. I was finally get over what had happened. I stood up and shook my head. He could tell I knew what he was gonna say. He narrowed his eyes to the ground.

"Look dude, it's okay to like other guys. It's been a year. Time to move on. Just don't be a jerk this time, okay?" My best friend patted me on the back before he left. I stayed in the room, thinking. It seemed like it was just yesterday.

"Miles, you gotta do the dishes, sweetie! It's your turn tonight," my mom says. I stare down at my phone and send my message to him. I regret what I had done. It was the biggest mistake of my life and I ruined his. I wish I could take it back. He had the best life and I practically destroyed it with one finger.

Ronnie, I'm coming over in a few baby. Just gotta do some dishes, okay?

Okay. I want you to know that I forgive you for what you did. I know it was an accident. I know you love me.

But I don't deserve to be forgiven right away, Ronnie. I'll work for it. I'll work for you. You don't have to worry, okay? I removed all the photos on my phone and I'm gonna stop drinking. And I'm gonna protect you, okay?

Thank you for everything, Miles Hollingsworth... I love you so much

Sure thing Ronnie Stern... See ya in a bit baby

I'm sorry

I did the dishes and took a cool shower after. I asked my mom if I could stay the night at Ronnie's brother's place. Ronnie was staying there for now. He had been kicked out of his own home. My mom knew what I had done. She only told me that I had to make it up to him and be there for him. He lost everything. His scholarship, his friends, social life, family. The drive to his brothers place was serene and I could feel as though things were gonna get better. I pulled up their driveway and seen that Ronnie's brothers car was gone. Perfect. I take the key under the mat and open the door.

"Ronnie?" I called out. I peak in the living room and kitchen to see that he wasn't anywhere. I walked upstairs and searched for him. I heard a thumping sound coming from the room on the right. I opened the door and words, no words were enough. Just my scream. I stared at Ronnie's body hanging lifeless. I grabbed my phone, trying to dial 911. My hands were shaking and I could feel the warm tears rush down my cheeks.

"Miles?" I was brought back to reality by a familiar voice. I open my eyes and seen Tristan staring at me as I lay in my bed. I quickly get up and wipe my tears away.

"Are you okay?" He asked, sitting beside me. "You're crying?" I shook my head and cleared my throat.

"I'm fine...just stressed lately. Gosh, to be honest I don't even know what I'm doing here," I tell him. "Maybe coming here was a mistake,"

"Whatever's wrong, you can talk to me. I know we just met or whatever but I'm here for you," he sounded sincere and it made me feel warm. Wow, my first friend here. I nodded as I laughed under my breath.

"Tris, I was wondering if maybe I could follow you guys to that café? I kinda don't wanna be alone right now," he didn't hesitate to answer. He stood up and headed for the door.

"Lets go, friend." I smile at him and grabbed my jacket. It's been 2 years and his face still appears in my thoughts from time to time. I needed to get my mind off him. I needed to be distracted. I needed to forget.