*Piper from her phone to callingTristan'sphoneat 9:07 p.m. February12th.*
Piper: *sniffling* "Tristan?"
Tristan: "Piper? What's wrong? Are you crying?"
Piper: " Yes, I'm crying."
Tristan: " Piper, what's wrong?"
Piper: *sniffling* " It's nothing you should worry about. I just... I really needed to talk to someone."
Tristan: "Did some hurt you?"
Piper: "You know how how your parents are a sore subject? Well for now my problem is to. And I didn't call you to talk about it."
Tristan: " Fine, what do you want to talk about?"
Piper: *silence*
Tristan: "Piper?"
Piper: "My life is over!"
Tristan: " What? Why?"
Piper: "I... I k-kissed the guy my best friend likes." *whispering* "Cecilia found out and hates me. Its actually a lot more to it but there's the shorter vision."
Tristan: *silence*
Piper: " I know what I did was wrong, you don't have to tell me. I'm a stupid hormonal teenage girl who did something even more stupid and ended up hurting the one person that's stuck by me my whole life. I don't even know what happened! Tommy was just there and I was there... and then it just... Happened."
Tristan: *scowling* "You... Kissed him? On the... Mouth?""
Piper: *sniffling* "Yes... And I feel awful! I don't want Cecilia to hate me anymore, but I screwed up big time.'
Tristan: " Do you... Like him or something?"
Piper: "I don't know. A little I guess. I mean I don't dislike him but I still, ya know, like him."
Tristan: *whispering* "Oh."
Piper: "Yeah, oh."
Tristan: "I should go."
Piper: "Why?"
Tristan: " I have.. Uhh.. Something to do in the morning. Got to get up early and everything."
Piper: "What're you going to do? Rock climbing?"
Tristan: "No, I've got to go. Bye."
Piper: " Oh. Um, bye."
*End of phone call at 9:42 p.m.*
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One Missed Call From Tristan
Teen FictionIt's a new year and Tristan and Piper have something brand new for the two of them: Phone calls. As they continue the rest of the school year and fill each other in on the lose ends from the year before, each of them start to wonder why they hadn'...
