The War of Tristan

chapter 4

I was silent. I wasn't trying to date Soda necessarily, I just met him. But I would never had kissed him if I had known he had a girlfriend.

I stood up. "I should go."

"No Tristan stay." He pleaded. He reached out for my arm and I hesitated and then pulled away.

"I'm sorry." I said. I stood there staring at him for a moment and then walked out the door. The air was crisp and cold when it hit my skin. My long skirt and tank top didn't provide much warmth.

"Tristan!" Sodapop called out.

"Soda please this is not okay. You have a girlfriend." I protested.

"Where are you gonna go?" He asked in a loud slightly upset voice.

"Anywhere Soda that's what I'm made for." I reassured him and he shook his head.

"Bullshit."

"Excuse me-"

"Bullshit Tristan!" He was yelling at this point. He grabbed my hand gently despite the anger in his voice before. "You're not made for that life." He said in nearly a whisper.

"I'm not made for this." I explained. I looked into his eyes and felt a pain in my stomach. How could I feel so attached to someone I had met only hours ago.

"Why do I feel like I've known you my entire life?" I asked.

"I don't know." He answered honestly. "But I feel it too."

"I really need to go." I said despite how much my gut wanted me to stay.

"We can pretend it didn't happen. Okay we can be friends. Just pretend it didn't happen." He begged. I thought it over before finally agreeing.

When we walked back inside Soda decided it was time for both of us to go to sleep. He got me a blanket and pillow and told me if I needed anything to wake him up. I nodded in agreement.

"Alright." He said after handing me my stuff. "Goodnight Tristan."

"Goodnight."

I watched him walk away and decided it was best to forget him. I did however want to stay in Tulsa for a while. I feel like Sodapop and Dallas were a sign to stay here.

Dallas. I thought. He had gotten beyond attractive. He knew me and was someone that have always and still could trust. Maybe it wasn't Soda that was the reason I was here. Maybe it was Dallas. I smiled at the thought of my childhood best friend. I remembered all of the exciting things and memories we already share. But when it came down to it. When I closed me eyes and was nearly asleep. The last name I thought of was Sodapop Curtis.