Trapped // A Tradley Fanfic (ON HOLD)

Explorer Simpson

I woke up at the same where I fell asleep. That bed. I looked at the door, saw my luggage and phone next to it. I needed to get rid of my old clothes, so I opened the luggage. But these weren't my clothes.

"Dammit," I whispered before I realised they were Tristan's clothes. It was probably midnight so I wore his boxer and his t-shirt he wore yesterday. That made me feel happier, because I was still in his house, wearing his clothes. I had nothing to do but wait for him to get me out, so I decided to explore the room.

There was a door next to the tree-looking-plant, I went there, slowly and quietly, to look what was there. It was opening to two rooms; one was the bathroom and the other one was the stairs, the American style house that had a little more room in it kept surprising me. It was so dark, so I tried and found a button that turned on the lightbulbs. I started going down the stairs, but stopped when I heard Anastasia's voice.

"I love you." she said. I was supposed to be the one saying that to Tris. I was waiting for an 'ilyt' but Tris was quiet.

I went on going down the stairs, found the room at the end. It was a small, tiny but really messy room. I turned on the lights, and entered Tris's fanboy room. There was a little table that had at least one hundred papers, a little chair to sit on, a trash bin- full of papers with written things on them -and a board, full of selfies of two of us. And a paper at the top of the board, written #Tradley . He was literally fanboying over us! I was totally shocked and couldn't move for two minutes, memorising the room. There was a voice telling me to hide my luggage because I needed to, so I just walked the stairs up, carried my luggage down and went on looking.

In those romantic books, one of the persons find a secret room, get shocked and at an unexpected time the other one who hid the secret comes over and says 'surprising, huh?' or something. I wish it happened, but it didn't. I just sat on the chair; at least tried to. My butt hurt so much, my shocked face turned sour right away. The pain was our love. Us making out. Every single minute: the kisses, moans, the feeling of my butt being filled, it was just on my mind. I remembered them, every single second. I decided to visit Tris more often and visit this room much more often. This room was the proof. This room was the proof of Tranastasia being fake Tradley being as real as the blood going in our cells.

I ran the stairs back up, not trying to be quiet, but somehow something was forcing me to be quiet. The room was so unaired, I was probably gonna die If I didn't do something. I went to the window and tried to open it, but I couldn't. It was stuck. I needed to think wisely. The only lesson I listened to at school was science. The bathroom was far away from the bed, so I turned its light on, and carried the tree looking plant to the bathroom. I could feel the fresh oxygen coming out from its leaves and it felt so good. I stayed in the bathroom for an hour, then decided to learn what else was in there.

I looked out from the window. It was on the backyard's side, and was looking to a forest. "Wonderful view," I thought. I was wide awake, so I didn't have a possibility to sleep. I opened the cupboard. There were clean sheets, pillows and an explorer hat next to them. I wore he hat, its size fit my little face perfectly. I went to the bathroom and looked at the mirror. It suited me.

"Say hello to Explorer Simson," I whispered. "All the chicks will fight just for you." A normal person would think I meant hot girls by chicks, but actually I meant Tris and his skinny chicken legs. I got my phone and checked what time it was. It was 7 AM and the sunset was smiling to me. I could hear some snores and some steps getting closerto the room. I slowly stood on my knees and looked at who was coming through the huge gap under the door. The feet were small so it was Anastasia, probably. I quickly went to the bathroom and locked the door. She entered the room, opened the cupboard I didn't open, and took a laptop from there. I didn't know how she didn't notice the mess of the bed and my phone on the bed but she just didn't. I was looking through the keyhole and these were the exact things she was doing. She entered Skype, and called someone. The person answered immideately and I saw the face she was talking to. It was a boy.

"Hey honey," said Anastasia. Seriosly? Honey?

"Hello An."

I couldn't go on listening to them. I wanted to reach Tris and tell him what was happening, I wanted to call him, message him, but my phone was there, next to Anastasia. After some time, Anastasia and the boy, 'Clark', said goodbye and Anastasia finally left the room- and LOCKED IT. Was this room like a room of secrets? First the fanboy room, then me in the room and then Anastasia cheating on Tris!

I got out of the bathroom, and checked what time it was again. It was 10 AM already. I'd sat on the door watching and listening to Anastasia's second boy and his talk for three damn hours! But I didn't have anything to do, so that was the best thing I could do.

I did some more explorings, noted everything they did, and planned my daily routine that was ruined by the room.

In every Monday, Tuesday and Fridays at 7 AM, Ana came to the room and talked to Clark. Everyday, from 12 PM to 2 PM someone goes to bath, so hat was also my having bath time. Every Saturday, from 9 PM to 11 PM, they watched a Disney film so loud, and that was my free time; when I could cry, scream, shout and they could not hear everything. So a month passed like this. Planned. Same thing everyday. Until that one single notification. The notification that ruined the new routine.

Lavely Chicken Legs<3: "Won't you break the door?"