Alexis P.O.V
Two days later I met up with Tristan after work. We went back to his house and his mother greeted us when we walked into the family room.
"Hey Alex, I haven't seen you in a while, what have you been up to?" his mom asked after giving us both hugs.
"Ehh nothing much, I'm working at the book store more now that it's summer."
"That's nice, has Tristan told you about his job yet?"
I looked at Tristan but he was looking at the ground.
"No he hasn't. Where at?"
"The shop that your father works at," she said smiling.
"Oh, that's good! I wonder why my dad didn't say anything either."
I went to go smile at Tristan to show it was okay but he was still looking at the ground.
After a moment of awkward silence she left us alone. I heard Tristan let a sigh of relief as we sat down on his couch. He turned the T.V on and found a random movie to watch.
"You know I was going to tell you right?" he asked after a while.
"Well I figured but why did you wait? I know it's not really that big of a deal but I'm curious."
"I wanted to get the job by myself, with out any help from you or anyone else."
I gave him a confused look so he kept going.
"Sometimes I feel like I can't really do anything. I feel a burden to you and everyone else. I wanted to be able to show you guys that I'm able to do something good. That I'm better at something other than soccer. Yeah, I love soccer and it's basically my life but I'm good at other things too. And I thought this would be my chance to show you. I also asked your dad if he could keep it a secret"
He answered all of my questions but he also brought some new ones into my head, like 'why does he feel like a burden when he knows he isn't.' But instead of asking him I ignored it and thought I would save it for a different time.
"Alright, well I'm glad you got the job and now I can come visit you when I don't have work!"
He smiled and I noticed it was a little off but I smiled back anyways. I was starting to worry about him.
We sat and watched movies till my mom called me and told me if I didn't get home soon I would be in trouble. After I hung up the phone with her I looked at the clock for the first time since I got off of work and realized it was almost midnight.
"Tristan!!" I whispered/yelled. He didn't respond so I poked him in the face. Still nothing.
"Tristan, I have to go, I love you." I got up off the couch, got my stuff and left.
The car ride home was silent, I didn't listen to music. I was too busy thinking about how I'm not gonna be able to see Tristan as much now that we both work. And something is going on that he's not telling me. I really need to figure it out. Just not at this very moment because I need to get home and get some sleep.
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Since youve been gone
Teen FictionSometimes I swear I still hear his voice trying to tell me something. I guess being alone does things to you. It used to bother me but it doesn't anymore. The first year and a half I would wake up in the middle of the night screaming for him but he...