Thursday came and went as fast as the rest of the week, though double maths did slow it down. Band practice was enjoyable. Lucy was there this time; we sat together singing along.
Friday has been the same. Slightly engaging lessons that seemingly blend into one another. However, as physics started to end I could see Tristan become more and more eager to leave.
He joined Brad and I on the bus. The atmosphere around the three of us was a tad uncomfortable. There seemed to be tension between the two of them, wired yet static. It soon passed once Tristan and I left, getting off at my stop. The short walk from the bus shelter to my house was accompanied by small talk of the weather.
We enter my house, engage in pleasantries with my dad, and then begin painting Tristan's portrait. I set out my paper, paints and brushes as well as directing him on where he should sit. Once everything is in its place, I start to wash the background.
"What colour do you want?"I ask him.
He looks at me dazed, "Hmm?"
"What colour do you want your background to be? Lucy's is yellow, Con's is blue and James' is green."
"Er, can I have orange, please?"
I nod and start to mix up a reddish-orange on my palette: the shade of autumn leaves. I water it down and decorate the blank paper with the tint.
With the base done, I sketch out his face onto the paper. I train my eyes on his head, making sure I accurately draw every inch. Every so often his smiles at me, lightening the mood, and I return them.
Half an hour after I've pencilled out his features onto the sheet, Tristan begins to fidget. He plays with hands; picking at the skin around his nails and biting his lips.
"You are allowed to talk to me," I comment.
"Huh," he responds, his bottom lip between his teeth.
"You don't have to be quiet the whole time. I am capable of painting and talking."
"Oh, ah." He pauses, trying to think of a topic to discuss. "Soo, it's a bit spooky that it's Friday the 13th today."
"Mhm, yeah. Nothing bad has happened yet though so it's fine."
He nods at my answer. Our light conversations continue for another half an hour. We gossip about Lucy and Mia and school drama; laughing at each other's witty remarks.
When the clock reads five we stop. I pack up a sparing amount of my equipment before showing Tris to the door.
"Thanks for coming over, really helped me get started," I say as he laces up his shoes.
"That's okay," He stands, slinging his bag over his shoulder, I open the door for him. " I enjoyed spending time with you."
I offer an appreciative smile, beaming. He returns it and steps out the door. He goes to make his way down the road but turns back around to me. His face closer than normal: getting closer than normal.
His lips touch mine.
They're warm and chapped and rest for only a second before they're gone.
"Bye Emily," Tristan says before he hurriedly departs, walking down the road towards his house. He's gone within a minute.
I slam the door shut. Oh god, oh no.
What should I do, what should I think, what should I feel?
I race back into the dining room and see his half finished painting staring back at me. I avoid its invasive stare and instead shuffle through my bag. I find the desired glassy object buried in the sedimentary depths of my bag and pull it free. I click the home button and my phone lights up. I hastily unlock it and tap on Lucy's contact, quickly typing out a message.
Emily: Lucy, omg, TRIS JUST KISSED ME! What do I dooo?! I'll call you in five x
I tidy away the painting, not wanting to look at his face any longer. I clean up the paints and brushes; stuffing them in my bag. Once all packed I rush up to my room and crawl onto my soft bed. I pull out my phone and click on Lucy's contact again.
It begins to ring but is immediately picked up.
"Emily, hey, how you doing?" Lucy greets.
"I don't know... I don't know what to do."
"Okay, okay, tell me how it happened."
"Well, he was over at mine for about two hours, I was doing his portrait. And then just before he left, he kisses me, and then he rushes out the door!" I squeal, my voice getting higher and louder with each word.
"Right, so he left before you could say anything?" Lucy inquires.
"Mhm."
"Okay, well, how do you feel about him?"
"Um, I don't think... I don't think I'm into him. He's not really my type, I don't know."
"Of course he's not your type," I hear Lucy mumble. "Then you need to tell him that you're not interested, that you're friends, make it clear to him."
"Alright, okay, I'll text him saying were frie-"
"NO!" Lucy shrieks. "You can't just text him saying you don't want to be with him, it's a bit dickish; like breaking up with someone over text. No, you've got to tell him in person."
"Okay, I'll message him asking to meet up tomorrow and I'll tell him then."
"Good plan Batman," She responds.
"Thanks Lucy, glad I can count on you. I'll text you later, bye," I conclude.
"I'm happy to. Bbyyyyee." Her voice stops and the tone indicates that the call has ended.
I click on Tris' contact and tap out a message.
Emily: Hey, we should meet up tomorrow, The Coach House okay? At one?
Not even a minutes passes before his text pops up.
Tristan: Yeah sure, see you there
~AN: Woah, what's gone on here? Hope you enjoyed this drama filled chapter. Thanks for all your support xxx~
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