*Tristan's p.o.v*
I haven't seen or spoken to Angel in two weeks. I was worried about Angel, extremely worried. Travis, on the other hand, was greeted by dad with an apology and money since Dad felt as if it was his fault Travis disappeared for a long period of time. I haven't spoke to Travis ever since he told me about what he did.
When we were all together only Travis and Dad spoke, I stayed quiet. I didn't speak that much unless I had to, which was in school. When I did speak I stuttered. I tried to remember what Angel had told me, to sing my words. But when I tried to I just couldn't. I still wore the clothes Angel gave me, that brought alot of attention to me. I had received an estimate of fourty seven numbers all in two weeks. I didn't bother calling them. I only liked Angel. Actually I think I love her, Dad says he was in love with my mom. He says he always got nervous around her, and she always made him laugh. That's how I used to feel around Angel. But now she hated me, and there was no chance of her actually liking me back.
As my alarm clock buzzed on my dresser I sat up and rubbed my tired eyes.
"Tristan!" Dad's voice modulated throughout the house.
I groaned as I stood up and strolled towards my door, swinging it open so that I was face to face with Dad.
"I was thinking that I should spend some more time with you and Travis," He smiled.
I stood there with the same bored expression I had when I opened my door.
He continued. "So, I'm gonna take you two to breakfast. You have ten minutes, hurry up,".
"B-b-but D-d-dad-,".
Before I could decline, Dad interrupted.
"You're wasting time Tristan," He responded quickly then walked away.
I frowned as I closed my door.
I hated being in Travis' presence. I never hated anyone, but I knew for a fact that I hated Travis. Just by looking at him I wanted to hit him. I even considered moving, but I knew I couldn't live by myself with my condition or whatever was wrong with me.
I walked into my bathroom and stripped my clothes off my body before stepping into the shower and letting the hot water cascade down my body. After a couple minutes I stepped out of the shower and dried off. I picked out an outfit and it took me awhile to put it on. I had accidentally put my pants on inside out but I remembered the rule Angel taught me.
"If you see the tag, then it's inside out,".
I remembered how she laughed at me the day she invited me to a party and I had my pants on inside out.
My dad usually helped me put on my pants, and usually I could put them on myself without a problem but sometimes I screwed it up.
After I observed myself in the mirror I opened my door and walked downstairs and met Dad and Travis at the door.
"Okay boys, let's go," Dad grinned as he opened the door and let us walk out before him.
I slid into the backseat of Dad's car and watched as Travis sat up front in the passenger seat. Seconds later Dad was starting up the engine and driving down an enclosed road.
"So Denny's?" Dad questioned as he glanced at Travis, then through his mirror to catch of glimpse of me.
I stared out the window.
"Yeah that sounds good," Travis answered.
"How about you Tristan?".
I nodded my head.
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He's not Normal
Teen FictionLearning to love yourself, before you can love someone else.