The Illegal Creed

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The ride to Tristan's house was quiet, until halfway through the ride Tristan spoke up. He kept his eyes on the road, but his eyes occasionally flicked to the rear view mirror to look at Isabella.

"Isabella... that's a pretty name. Care if I call you Izzy? Or Bella?"

She slowly lifted her eyes from the window to look into the rear view mirror, her eyes meeting his. She only looked for a second before making eye contact, she then looked back out the window. "I guess..." she said in a quiet tone. Tristan made note as he continued to drive home.

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"Welp, here it is. I hope it is to your liking." The voice belonged to Tristan as he and Isabella stepped in. To their right was the kitchen, to their left was the living room, and some steps ahead lead to stairs going up. Of course, there were other rooms on the first floor, but that's not what you first see.

Isabella looked around with semi wide eyes out of curiosity. Her arms were crossed as Tristan closed the door.

"So... you can either sleep in the guest room, which is down here, or the couch, which is right there." Most people would choose the guest room. There's more privacy, it's more comfortable, and there's a bed. Apparently Isabella wasn't most people.

"Um, I'll sleep on the couch I guess..." His eyebrows furrowed only a little, he was a bit surprised. "You sure? You wouldn't rather sleep in a bed?" "I'm okay. There's a TV in here." "Hm... I'm not sure if you can watch TV in your condition.." "I'm okay.." "Alright, I guess you can tonight. Don't watch anything confusing." Tristan looked into the kitchen to look at the time on the oven. 11:15P.M.

"It's already late, I'm gonna head up to bed. For now you can wear some of my clothes if you want."

Minutes later, Isabella came out of the bathroom, her eyes lowered as Tristan looked her over. He smiled kindly at the look of her in his clothes. "Beautiful." She wore a gray tee shirt of his that had some band or artist on it and red and gray boxer shorts. He continued to not make things awkward. "Okay, well, goodnight. If you need me you know where my room is right?" A nod. "Okay. Sleep well."

He disappeared into his room, leaving Isabella alone to walk in the hallway to go downstairs. Soon she was getting comfortable on the couch and under the covers Tristan set up. Again she winced from the pain.

After she was laying down and all, she used the remote to turn on the TV. She watched Modern Family. Probably not the best choice for her concussion.

Time passed until it was 11:42P.M., and the urge for sleep returned. She turned off the TV before she got too sleepy, and soon fell asleep in the darkness of the room and night.