T R I S T A N
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New Year's Eve
I watched the ceiling fan spin so hard it looked like it would shake and crack the drywall and wondered how the hell Londyn could sleep through the sound of what I assumed was about to be the ceiling falling in. But she was knocked out like she hadn't slept in days and I wondered if she slept that well at her old place. Alone. The evening sunset was creeping into the opened blinds letting me know we had both fallen asleep in the middle of the corny ass movie she had us watching.
My arm was numb from where she was lying on top of it, but I managed to slide it from under her without waking her. I never remembered her being such a hard sleeper, but a lot had changed for her in our time apart.
It was my first time in her new house and after how Christmas dinner went only a week ago, I wasn't sure if I really wanted to come. But leave it to Londyn to hit me with the "they're going to watch the ball drop and I don't want to ring in the new year alone." And here I was. Without my parents' knowledge of course so I was going to have to convince her between now and now to come back with me and instead ring in the new year at my crib.
She managed to continue to sleep peacefully even as the bed gently dipped once I stood and turned off the fan. It wasn't until I quietly shut the door that she jumped up.
"Tristan," she said like I was in trouble and I froze in place like I really was.
"Huh?" I asked and she smirked and shook her head.
"You be so tough but a kid at the same time." She laughed and I stale faced her and it only made her laugh harder. "You're so cute,"
"Oh now I'm cute" I chuckled and she put her head down to hide the little blush she held. She hadn't changed much once I got passed my hurt feelings. And I was kind of glad that she hadn't.
She stood on top of her bed and lifted her arms in the sky, my eyes immediately falling on her exposed stomach that peeked through the tank top she wore. She pulled the string to turn the fan off but the light on and I flipped the switch accordingly.
"Come here," she laughed and I chuckled and walked over to the bed where she sat.
"My fault, I'm trippin," I told her and plopped down beside her, staring ahead at the blank TV. We still hadn't really talked much about anything. About everything that happened at school, about her leaving and us not speaking. She got an attitude like it wasn't something we were supposed to discuss. Now I had even more questions starting with the lady she was living with and the nigga who happened to be her father.
"I didn't ghost you because I was mad Tristan. After a few days, I was actually thankful for you and your parents. So you don't have to think that. I ghosted you because I was embarrassed. I wanted to see you again," she admitted. "I just didn't want you to see me again,"
That was the last thought that I would've had. And I didn't know what to say.
"You don't know how to respond anymore unless you get to talk shit huh?" She half joked and I sucked my teeth. "And here we go. Ignite." She called bitterly and I took a deep breath, forcing myself to give a different reaction than the one she was expecting.
"This the shit I don't understand about you. How that sound to you forreal? I missed you and I was worried and you were good but watching me call and text you just because you decided you closed that chapter? Until you decided to reopen it? Like I get you had shit going on but just fuck me? For real? But if I say anything I'm not understanding or I'm selfish."
