Skinny Love (completed)

"Tristan," I said.

"Tristan," I said.

"Mmm?"

"Tristan, you need to get up."

"Mmmm?"

"Babe, I have to pee!" Tristan grumbly got up from off the couch and helped me sit up. I grabbed my crutches and made my way to the bathroom as I watched Tristan plop back down on the couch.

After I did my thing, I came back in. I wanted to straddle Tristan but that was impossible. Instead I lowered myself on him and left my cast leg out of the equation. I laid on his back and kissed his cheek. He smiled and I kissed his jaw next. He puckered his lips and I shook my head at his childishness. I kissed his pink lips but he didn't let me pull away. He placed a large hand behind my head and kissed me. We kissed and kissed until we heard my dad make his way down the stairs. I scrambled off of Tristan and he sat up.

"Tristan?" My dad looked at him skeptically. "You slept over once again?"

"Sorry, sir."

"Mmm, it's okay. Just, don't you're parents ever wonder where you're at? This is the third time this week." Tristan scratched the back of his head. "And last week you had slept over four times!"

"My parents know where I'm at and they know I'm taking care of Jasmine,"

"They're okay with it?"

"Uh, I don't exactly let them tell me otherwise."

"Mh," my dad grabbed a mug and made himself coffee.

It's been five weeks since that Sunday that Tristan saved me. So really it's been seven weeks since the accident. The doctor said it would take around twelve weeks for my bone to heal. But that was for a healthy person. I'm not a healthy person.

I've put on some noticeable weight but not enough to get out of the underweight category. I went to school the last three weeks. Now, we were a week already into summer.

Tristan quit his ice cream job and got a better paying job in landscaping. He's working for a neighbor who is redesigning his entire back yard. This leaves him really tired whenever he sees me.

I got up from the couch to get me some cereal. Tristan walked into the kitchen and said he should get going. I made him an egg sandwich then walked him out to his truck.

He climbed into his vehicle without hugging me or kissing me. I allowed myself to get upset but convinced myself that that wasn't on his mind at the time.

He started his truck then looked at me. He kindly smiled and I returned it.

"Will I see you tonight?" I asked. Lately he's just been so busy that seeing him only at night isn't enough for me. He sleeps when he's over here.

"I don't know about tonight." He sighed. He looked away and off into the distance. The way he said it and the way he avoided my eyes had me thinking he was ... bored of me.

"Okay, no worries, I shouldn't care too much. I see you almost everyday and that should be enough. Call me needy."

"Don't worry about it. Here, tomorrow is Sunday, I'll get off work early and come and see you." I half-heartedly smiled and nodded.

"I love you," I weakly said.

Tristan closed his door and rolled down his window. "I love you, too." He drove away and I felt like he was running from me. I went back inside and sat down at the kitchen table.

"How is the therapy coming along?" Dad asked as he drank from his coffee mug and leaned on the counter.

"It's coming." I'm doing personal therapy because I have motivation and I have faith that I'll run again. I also have Tristan. And when I tell him that I'm working on my walking and strength building, he becomes so happy and proud of me. He's my motivation.