You're Driving Me Wild

Chapter 20 (Final Chapter)

I woke up to a ray of light shining onto me and Tristan. I tried moving but then I realized he was holding me hostage. I laughed a little.

I looked up to see his beautiful face looking down at mine. He looked happy to see me awake.

"Morning, beautiful," he said kissing me on the head. He released me and I turned my whole body and looked at him. We both couldn't help but start to laugh. I loved seeing him like this. He pulled me tighter and I cuddled against his warmth. We just stayed there awhile.

"Now come on. We've gotta get ready for school," Tristan said.

"But it's Saturday," I said giving him a WTF look.

"Then we're.. Going to the mall." He left the bed.

"No! Cuddlebuddy! Come back!"

"GET IN THE GAHDAM SHOWER!" he shouted opening the door.

"Okay, Mom-" Suddenly, he attacked me, "AAAHHHHH!!!"

"No one's gonna save you!" he growled as we were wrestling on the bed.

"You know what? F.U, Tristan!"

"I know you want to, but we aren't at that stage yet," he chuckled pinning me.

"Goodbye!" I shouted escaping his grasp and running out the room. When I got to the bathroom, I slammed the door in Tristan's face.

"Open the door!" Tristan shouted banging on the door as all my weight was on it. I locked it and got myself in the shower.  I turned the water on and calmed down. This shower felt amazing. I could stay in here for as long as there was enough hot water. I eventually had to get out. I dried myself off and at least put my underwear on. I decided to let Tristan in. He came in, but he was already dressed.

"Aren't you gonna shower?" I asked.

"Nah," Tristan responded shaking his head, "I shower at night." He wrapped his arms around me and I felt a little awkward because I was in only my underwear. It was all good though. We met each other with a deep kiss. After about fifteen seconds, he pulled away.

"So are we going to the mall or what?" he asked before he threw me a pair of black skinny jeans, a purple shirt, a black and blue flannel, and an alligator tooth necklace.

"Someone knows how to plan outfits," I complimented.

"I was gonna give you the necklace on your birthday, but I couldn't wait. July is such a long way away."

He watched me put my clothes on and when he saw the finished product, he looked at me the same way Anya did when she found out Riley liked Zane. It's a Degrassi reference.

"What do you thi-" Tristan ran and kissed me before I could finish my sentence.

We went downstairs after getting ready together, and were met with another flash. This time it was Andre.

"Hey, son," he said.

"Hey, Dad."

"I just want you to know how proud of you I am," he said as Tristan and I held hands, "I'm glad you guys are happy, and remember not to let anyone bring you down. People are probably going to say some pretty ugly things about you and Kian, but as long as you guys just be yourselves, that's all that matters, right?"

Tristan and I nodded.

"Have fun, guys," Andre said hugging the both of us, "But not too much fun."

"OKAY!" I said quickly backing away.

"LOOK WHAT YOU DID!" Tristan yelled as Andre was laughing. We were about to leave, when Andrea came running downstairs.

"Boys! Don't forget Mommy's kisses!"

"Yayzies," I said awkwardly.

Tristan groaned. She gave the both of us kisses on the cheek.

"Thanks, Andrea," I cringed as she kissed me.

We left the house together and we went to Tristan's car. Well, he's actually borrowing Andrea's. Tristan opened the door for me.

"Oh, now you wanna be a gentleman?" I joked.

He smacked the back of my head.

"OW!" I shouted as he laughed.

***

We arrived at the doors between the garage and the shopping area.

"You ready?" I asked holding my hand out.

""Yeah," he responded taking it. We opened the doors together and it wasn't too bad. We spent our time there talking, laughing, kissing, shopping, and repeating. I mean a few people gave us weird looks, but most of them were pretty chill. And this girl from our school we didn't know ran to us legit fangirling and asked if she could hang with us sometime. It was a little weird, but mostly funny.

We were chatting as we headed back to the car when we happened to walk past the column where London attacked Tristan and I. There was a pretty wide dent in it. We just looked at it in silence.

"Tris?"

"Hm?"

"Why are people so judgemental?"

"I don't know," Tristan answered, "The problem has to do with them. How can they love other people when they can't love themselves?" And that's a true statement. Just because someone irrelevant tells you you aren't "good enough" doesn't mean it's true. It's their fault because they're failing to see how great you really are. I mean, yeah we got some weird looks, but that doesn't matter right now. I'm holding hands with and gazing into the beautiful gray eyes of the most aesthetic man I have ever met.

And he drives me wild. -end