Survival [completed]

Best friends

I decide to occupy myself by utilizing the huge television that in the living room. I’ve changed into a pair of Tristan’s shorts and T-shirt. He has a couple of them in there. I switch the channel to MTV and they’re playing various songs at random. Currently, their playing ‘Boyfriend’ by Justin Bieber, this song’s so old. It’s been ages since I’ve heard it. I didn’t have anything against the Biebs, nor was I Bieliber. I just liked his songs.  I couldn’t sit still. I kept fidgeting and replaying what happened in the shower earlier. I smile to myself at the thought and stand up to look out the window. He view takes me by surprise again; I doubt I’ll ever be able to get over it.

I lose myself to my thoughts as they drift between the major make out session earlier and the other problems in my life, namely, the question of Mr Stone. What was I going to do about him? Right now, all I wanted was to know what he wanted from me. That seemed to be the only way out. So with that, I rest the issue, I’ll ask him what he wants and then reconsider my options. Not that I even had any.

I am trying to squeeze out something when a pair of strong, smooth arms encircles me from the back. I feel myself break out in goose bumps from his contact. He seemed to have a direct connection to my nerves and made me on edge in the good way all the time. Will it ever stop?

“Hello” Tristan greets as he pushes against my stomach so I move into him. When my back touches his back I know he’s half naked. I want to turn around and admire him but I know that’ll be weird.

“Hey” I reply him instead.

Tristan pushes my damp hair to the side and kisses my neck. I inhale as I try to hold onto what little control I have over my legs. Tristan’s arms are the only things holding me up right now. Fortunately, his assault on my heart comes to a halt cause of his growling stomach. I swear it sounded like a bear.  I giggle in response to the sound and I feel Tristan stiffen, embarrassed.

“Someone’s hungry” I tease.

“Define hungry” Tristan teases back. I blush and turn to face him wrapping my arms around his neck. “I was think we head down to the buffet for dinner? You haven’t had any have you?” he asks me

I think to the last time I ate…. it was at breakfast. I had, had cereal. “I can’t go down in this, I look like a homeless person” I protest to Tristan.

“You look sexy in my cloths. I like my cloths on you.” Tristan compliments and kisses my nose. I scrunch it up at him.

“Okay, how about you get our cloths dried and I’ll go get food from outside, then we’ll have it here and just hang out.” Tristan plans out loud.

“Sounds like a plan.” I say smiling at him.

“Any food preferences?”

“Erm, I’m actually not that hungry…. you just get whatever you want” I say even though I do feel slightly hungry and I’ll definitely be really hungry in the middle of the night.

“You have to eat something!” Tristan protests.

“I’m fine… I really don’t feel like eating.” I lie even though I felt my stomach tighten and claw at its walls.

Half and hour later, I’m back in my jeans that I like but I’m still in Tristan’s shirt. My jeans are the confortable kind, ones that I actually wouldn’t mind sleeping in. Tristan’s shirt is really comfy too so I stick with it. So I lounge around on the couch and channel surf while I wait for Tristan to come back. However, I’m overanalyzing each and every detail that happened earlier. Did he like it? Did he think I was slutty? Was it too much? Had I done something wrong? I stared blankly at the tv screen unaware that Tristan had even returned. The peck on my head jolts me out of my daydream and I look at him startled.