1,825 Days Without You

Chapter 1

Chapter 1

Carmen's POV

Poke. Poke.

I slowly and tiredly open my eyes, looking over to see who was continually jabbing my face. I look over to see a smiling Tristan sitting on the edge of my bed repeatedly poking the side of my cheek. I quickly raise my hand and slap his; utterly annoyed with his attempts to wake me up at such a god awful time.

I look over to the other side of my bed to see the numbers nine thirty printed in little red numbers on my alarm clock. I groan loudly and sit up to face Tristan.

"What do you want, and whatever it is, why does it require you coming to my house and waking me up at nine thirty on a Saturday morning?" I said annoyingly to Tristan.

He softly giggled, "Did you really forget?"

To be honest, I had no idea what he was talking about. We sat there for a few moments in silence, while I tried to remember.

"Today is the day of the Next Young Star competition, Carmen. Nice to know you remembered," Tristan said in a sarcastic and slightly annoyed tone.

How could I forget? It is all he has been talking about for the last month. I really need to start remembering things like this.

Even though we are only thirteen, Tristan is extremely talented. He can play guitar, piano, drums, and not to mention he has an amazing voice. The kid is definitely going places.

We actually met through music. Tristan's mom and my mom both worked at the same high school, his mom being a math teacher, and mine being a music teacher. Tristan and I went to the same preschool, but we never talked until my mom started giving him piano lessons at our house. He started coming over everyday, so we naturally became inseparable. He has been my best friend ever since.

"Carmen, I know you take forever to get changed but I have to be there in an hour and a half so get up and get ready," said an anxious Tristan, while hitting me with the pillow that was laying on the end of my bed.

"Fine I'll get up, but get out so I can get ready!" I yelled at him.

After Tristan left downstairs to go practice with my mom, I quickly got up and went to my closet to find an outfit to wear to Tristan's competition. I picked out a pair of black ripped skinny jeans, a long sleeve white shirt, my favorite jacket, and my black boots. I quickly jumped in the shower, washed my hair and body, and jumped out. I checked my phone and saw it was 10:15. Good, I still have forty-five minutes. I quickly blow dried my hair and threw my clothes on. I quickly put on a little makeup and some perfume, grabbed my bag and phone, and went downstairs to meet Tristan.

"Hey, you ready to go?" I asked Tristan as I quickly grabbed an apple.

"Yeah. My mom is outside waiting to take us." Tristan murmured as he finished his plate of eggs.

"Mom, Mrs. Reed is outside, I will see you later," I quickly yelled across the house to my mom.

"Okay sweetie. Tell Tristan I said good luck," she yelled back.

"Come on or we are gonna be late. You know London traffic is insane." Tristan said as he held open the door.

"Shut up, I am right here." I quickly retorted.

Twenty minutes later we arrived to the venue, and quickly hugged Tristan good luck before he went backstage. Mrs. Reed, Tanner, who is Tristan's other best friend, and I went and found some good seats and waited for Tristan's turn to perform.

About 15 minutes later, the host announced "Tristan Reed". We quickly shot up and cheered for him. He shyly came on stage and sat on the stool.

"Thank you everyone, this is an original song, I hope you like it," Tristan said before he started singing.

The moment he sang the first note, I was absolutely mesmerized. The whole crowd was. The way his fingers glide over the keys of the piano with ease, and the way his eye light up when he sings. You can tell how passionate he is about it. I couldn't help but stare at him in awe. I never realized how good looking he was. Oh gosh, what am I thinking? He is my best friend. I shouldn't be having these thoughts. But he looks so handsome. Crap.

I like my best friend. I REALLY like my best friend. Cliché, I know. The girl always falls in love with her best friend. But this wouldn't be a typical romance. Tristan is perfect. He's popular, handsome, athletic, funny, and talented. That's everything a girl could possibly want in a guy. So why would he go for a girl like me? I'm nothing special. I'm just going to keep my feelings to myself. If I told him, it would just ruin our friendship and I would just get my hopes up.

The abrupt sound of loud clapping and cheering pulls me back to Earth. I see Tristan get up and shyly take a bow as he walked off stage.

** Authors Note: **

Yay! The first chapter is done and publishedd. Please comment any feedback (negative and positive), as this is my first book!! Please Vote and follow❤ oh and I should hopefully be updating the next chapter by Monday! I picture Tristan as Drew Roy and Carmen as Jasmine Sanders

This is my first book, so it's a work in progress. This chapter isn't that good but in promise you it gets better! So stick with me and see!

~ Sydni