"Where were you all day?" I asked him, closing his bedroom door.
"Out." He replied simply.
"Are you seriously keeping secrets already?" I laughed dryly, he didn't look up from his phone.
"What do you mean already? This is casual you agreed to it, we're not in a relationship, I don't have to tell you everything I'm doing every minute of the day." He spat, standing up and chucking his phone on his bed, pulling off his t-shirt and throwing it into the wardrobe, not looking at me.
"We haven't spoke for like a day."
"You never texted me." He shrugged once he pulled a clean t-shirt over his head.
"Whatever." I rolled my eyes. I sat on his bed, my head leaning on the head rest, kicked off my shoes and put my feet up so I was lying on his bed.
"Don't be mad."
"I'm not." I snapped.
He decided to straddle my thighs so I couldn't move. He tightened his grip around my legs, he leaned up and pecked my lips. "Promise?" He leaned his head to right and pouted.
"Promise." I smiled and he grinned, placing a soft kiss to my cheek quickly.
I hated that I couldn't stay mad at him, I was always stood my ground when it came to boys but he just made me weak.
"I'm bored." I said a few minutes later, we were both just laying on his bed, scrolling through our phones, he was probably following people on twitter or something, I didn't really know but we hadn't spoken in a good ten minutes.
"Hi bored, I'm Tristan." He joked and I rolled my eyes.
"Why are you already a dad." I muttered and he just stuck his tongue out at me.
"That just means you get to call me daddy." He winked and I burst into laughter, clutching my stomach.
"You do not have a daddy kink." I said between spits of laughs.
"You don't know me."
"Yes I do."
"Obviously not, you didn't know I have a daddy kink."
"Shut up."
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"Are you two together now?" James asked a few days later, we were all in our apartment because we decided that Tradley were terrible hosts, plus I wasn't feeling the best so I just wanted to chill in my house in Pyjamas.
"No." I shook my head, Tristan agreeing, the two of us were sharing the couch, I had my head in his lap, while he stroked my hair.
"Looks like it, really." Brad laughed, peeking up from his phone.
My phone started to ring a few seconds later, I sighed before reaching over to grab it.
"Hello?" I said into the speaker.
"Why have you not been attending college?" My mothers voice rang.
I mentally cursed myself. "How do you know?" I asked.
"Your editing professor called me, told me she was worried about you because you were doing so well and then you just never showed up, care to explain?" She demanded.
