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23; Tristan Rubiano-part 2

One more part for Tris because I adore him:)
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The next few days had been spent doing endless amounts of schoolwork. The Wolfpack boys all went to public school, so they went everyday. But you did online school, so you were piled with assignments one day and had a specific due date for each.
You didn't really talk to any of the Wolfpack boys throughout those few days. A few 'I love you's' and 'I miss you's' had been exchanged from you and Tristan through text, but nothing major.
Neither of you minded too much. It was nice to have a few day's to yourself, even if they were spent doing work. But you did miss not only Tristan, but Nick, Julian, and Thomas too.
You last saw the boys on Wednesday. It was now Friday night, so you planned on calling Tristan to see if you could come over. Before you could make the call, though, you received an odd text from Nick.
From; Nickkk!
please come over right now. something happened to tristan at school and he won't talk to mom and dad. i tried but he keeps saying that he wants you. we don't know what happened
The text makes you super worried, so you text back with a quick 'I'm on my way', tell your mom where you're going, and ride your bike to the Rubiano household.
You ring the doorbell three times before Maria answers the door. Her worried expression matches yours. She lets you into the house, only to be quickly dragged by the hand of Nick upstairs to where you assumed Tristan was.
"He got home later than I did. He didn't look too good, so I thought he was sick, but he wouldn't talk to any of us. He was in the shower earlier and I swear I heard him crying. Something must be really wrong because you know Tris doesn't cry often."
The older boy looked a mess. His hair was crazy, probably from running his fingers through it nervously all day. Nick cared about Tristan more than he did about himself.
"Nick, calm down. I'm sure he'll be alright. Do you have any idea as to what happened? At school I mean."
You struggle to keep calm. Tristan was never a really emotional person. He always had a smile on his face. If something was bothering him, he would tell you.
Nick stops suddenly, looking down at you worriedly. He pulls you to a corner so he can whisper his next sentence.
"He told me not to tell anyone, but I guess some people have been giving him a hard time at school for dancing. It's so dumb that I didn't believe him at first.
"He said at first it was bearable. But I've noticed that he's starting to lose friends. The only people he talks to are me, Jules, and a couple of other people. You know Tristan likes to blame himself for things like this. He thinks he did something wrong, but he won't tell me."
Nick looked beyond stressed out. The two of you stood there in silence for a second before you heard sniffling coming from Tristan's room. You and Nick look at each other one last time before he rubs your shoulder, walking down the stairs.
You don't even bother knocking on Tristan's door. He's laying down in his bed, covered in the blankets. All of the lights were turned off besides his bedside lamp.
"Hey, Tris," you smile sadly as you walk near him. He turns around and faces you. His eyes are red from crying and he looks beyond tired. Tristan's eyes light up for a second when he see's you, so he scoots over and lifts the blankets up, implying that he wants you to join him.
You do so gladly. Almost immediately does he wrap his arms around your torso, his face resting in the crook of your neck. One of your hands quickly starts to play with his hair, while the other rubs his arm and back. Tristan entangles his legs with yours and sighs deeply.
"What's wrong, my love?"
The sound of your voice seemed to calm him down slightly. He lifts his head up so that he could look into your eyes. Your fingers were still running through his hair, which you know he liked.
     Tristan didn't say anything. Instead, he put his face back into the crook of your neck. From the way he start to slightly shake, you knew he was crying again. It made your heart break.
     The older boy was gripping onto your shirt for some kind of sanity. It was weird seeing Tris cry. Not in a bad way, he was just always happy. At least, that was what you hoped.
     Maybe Tristan had been trying to talk, tell you something was wrong. But you never listened. It was always about you. That made you feel kind of guilty. Tristan deserved better.
     "Tristan, I don't know what's wrong, but you know that I'm one hundred percent here for you. I know it's cheesy but it's true and I love you more than anything in the world. You don't have to tell me, but just know I'm here, babe."
     Oddly enough, he chuckled.
     "Why are you laughing?" Your fingers stop running through his hair, which makes him groan softly. He grabs your hand and places it on top of his head again. You can't help but smile.
     It took him a few minutes to stop sniffling.
     "I appreciate you more than you think, dork," he scoots up so that he's sitting up against the headboard of his bed. Then, he pulls you into his chest and rests his head on top of yours. You hear him sigh.
     "I don't know how to talk about stuff like this, and you know that. I don't know what I'd do without you, kid. You're my everything and I love you, okay?"
     "I'm supposed to be the one trying to cheer you up," you frown and pull away, but he just grins.
     "Talking to you makes me feel better."
     The two of you sit in a comfortable silence for a while. You start to feel sleepy, but you lift your head up and snatch your phone out of your pocket.
     "Your brother was worried sick. I should tell him you're okay now."
     "Let's just go downstairs, I'm hungry anyways." His eyes were still puffy, but his goofy grin was back on his face.
     Just as you two were about to walk out of his bedroom, he grabs your shirt and pulls you towards him. The smell of his cologne was riveting. Tristan grabs your face in his hands, staring into your eyes for a minute.
     "I love you. So much," he smiles.
     And then, his lips connect with yours. His hands travel to your waist, where his fingers slightly lift up your shirt so he can feel the bare skin of your back. It makes you shiver.
Somehow, his lips are now traveling down your jaw, making their way towards your neck. You can't help but grip the hemline of his shirt.
Before you could do anything further though, he pulls away.
"You suck," you frown. Tristan just chuckles and gives you one last peck on the lips, patting your butt softly just to turn you on even more.
He laughs when you pull away and roll your eyes at him.
"Thanks for the little pep talk, dork. I love you." He smiles. Man, how you love that smile.
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I fucking love Tristan lmaoo
Love always,
Jalynn.