Finally Grounded (Sequel To The One Who Grounds Me)

Chapter Twenty-Five

Tristan

After Tiana left the house. I quickly took a shower and headed out. I needed to be at the airport, or there would be hell to pay. Luckily I got at the airport on time, due to the lack of traffic. Which was a plus factor to me. I drove up into the empty parking space, outside of the airport. Getting out, I casually leaned against it.

"Oh my god! Tristan is that you!" My head snapped up.

About five inches away from me, stood Carolyn. Her beautiful, bronze coloured skin glowed in the morning sunlight. Her waist length brown hair, blew behind her back.

She bounded towards me, with an open mouth smile, on her beautiful face. When she reached where I was, she jumped on me, wrapping both her legs around my middle. I yelped In shock.

"Jesus, Carolyn!"

She pressed a kiss on both my cheeks.

"Hands off my woman!" A thump landed on the top of my head.

Carolyn slides down my body. I shot a glare at the blond hair guy, that was standing behind her. He was glowering at me, in distaste. "Been a while, since we've seen your pale ass." He said, pushing his hands in his pockets.

Carolyn elbowed him in the stomach. He whimpered in protest.

"It's only been a couple months. I don't know, why you guys missed this douchebag, this much." Jessie said, leaning against Carolyn.

"Oh shush! Don't be jelly, you sorry excuse of a human being." Stacey said, wrenching her shoe up Jessie's ass.

Jessie howled in shock. I snorted a laugh. Stacey stepped forward, removing her sunglasses from her face. She looked me up and down. Even though she was only five eight. She still had an intimidating aura.

I sometimes get scared whenever I'm around her. She looped her arms around my neck, and pulled me in for a hug.

"It's good to see you, doudou." She said, pressing a kiss to my scarred cheek. (Darling).

Her French accent was really thick. Which was no surprise, seeing as English was not her first language.

"Good to see you too Stacey."

Her lips turned, up into a smile. The blonde hair, guy pushed Stacy out of the way. He then stepped forward. Bumping his chest against mine, he sized me up. I stared at him expressionlessly.

"You good?"

"Yeah." I said, rubbing the back of my neck.

He throttled me then, pulling me into a bear hug. I thumped against his back in fright. I couldn't breathe, he was squeezing the life out of me.

He pulled away. "It's good to see you Tristan! Dude! It's been ages!"

"I doubt you even missed me, Nathaniel!" I said, thumping him on the head.

"Ow! What did I do to deserve your wraith?"

"You were the one who hit me first, big willy!" I said, using the nickname I made for him, when we were in the army.

He gasped. "You did not just call me that!"

"Actually he did." Jessie butted in, which earned him another kick. This time, he got the kick in the balls. Jessie crouched down, tears streamed down his tears.

I burst out laughing.

"I knew I should have, stayed in Italy." He whimpered.

"You're such a pussy!" Stacey said, in disgust. She yanked on Jessie's hair.

I nudged Nathaniel, in the side. "Are they still dating?"

"Dating? Dude, they eloped." Nathaniel said, bewildered. Even he couldn't believe his own words.

Stacey glared at us. "What are you two, perverts whispering about?" She demanded, wagging her fingers at us.

I held up my hands in surrender. "I am innocent!"

Carolyn was wheezing now, she had to put both her hands on her knees to catch her breath.

"God. I missed this.... only one member of the gang left to join us...." Nathaniel said, smirking.

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A/N

Sup?

So I wasn't planning on posting a spoiler, but since this chapter was a bit bleh.... I decided to go ahead and do it.

*SPOILER*

'"You're the least civilized! Have you forgotten what you've done!" Maxwell slurred. "... they say you're a saint, but honestly you're the devil in disguise. Don't bother hiding it." Martha's face pales. ".... since today is about, coming clean why don't you tell that abomination the truth behind his mother's death?"

I tensed at that. "The truth? What the hell is he talking about mom?"

Martha flinched at my tone. Her hands shook, slightly. The coffee cup slides from out of her hands, and smashed to smithereens on the floor.

"What I am trying to say, is....." Maxwell leaned, in. ".... your mother did not commit suicide. She was murdered...."'