AN: Okayyyyy. So here's what went down everyone. So as some of you may know, this is a story I have been working on for a while now. And honestly, I just really wasn't happy with the beginning chapters. I didn't really have any direction for this story when I started out and was just kind of dragging things out and the whole thing was just really quite boring and uneventful. So I decided I am going to redo this beginning part. The chapters were insanely short and really had no point. I am not totally rewriting these chapters, more like taking some stuff out, putting some new stuff in, and meshing stuff together. I apologize. I understand if you all hate me, but this is my story and I just was very unhappy with how it started out. So I give you a new and improved version. I really hope that you will all stick with me again. Thanks so much. Exes and Oh's.
Hug a Tree
What I Last Expected: Welcome to My Life
"Tristian," he said quietly as he pulled her into him.
"You know I've wanted you for so long. I…" he paused as if he was unsure of what he should say next. "I love you."
The young mans eyes searched hers for an answer. Just anything that would reassure him.
"Say something. Please. Anything." His voice cracked at the end.
She reached up a hand and put it around his neck. The butterflies in her stomach fluttered about wildly as her lips touched his. He loved her. He loved her?
When they finally pulled back, they just gazed deep into each others eyes and smiled.
"I want you to be happy. That's all I ever want. For the rest of my life." Then he bent down and kissed her again. Long and hard.
"Get Up. We're gonna be late!"
I groaned and rolled over. No way it's morning already. I refuse to believe it.
"Tristian. Up. Now!" Landon growled from beside me.
"And." He began again. "Why the hell were you smiling? Who smiles when they sleep? Were you dreaming of Jack Larkin naked?" he nudged me. A smirk plastered on his face. Jack Larkin was by far, the last person anyone would want to see naked. He was the school nerd.
"Get Out you perv! You are so disgusting!" I screeched at him. I jumped out of bed and threw the first thing I saw in his direction. A sock.
"Ahhhhhh. You're sure getting defensive. My god Trish I was right wasn't I? I mean out of all the guys… Jack-"
"Get out!" I screamed as loud as I possibly could and I swear the window panes shook.
"What's going on guys?" Mike Thomas said looking in through my door. A smile plastered on his face.
"Nothing. Just found out who Trish's true love is." Landon said, an amused look on his face.
"And who would that be?" Mike asked me. Playing along with Landon's immature little game.
"Shut up. And get out."
"Fine. Fine. We're going. Man Trish, can't take a joke." Landon said as he walked over to my door. Mike following behind him.
They were laughing and joking as they ran downstairs when I heard one of them yell, "Oh. By the way… we're leaving in ten minutes so be ready."
Perfect start to a lovely Monday morning wouldn't you say?
I rushed to the bathroom and ran a comb through my hair with one hand as I brushed my teeth with the other. Then I pulled my long, midnight black hair back into a ponytail. I ran back to my room and grabbed the first clean thing I saw and threw it on. Which turned out to be a Stanford sweatshirt and some jeans.
Suddenly, I remembered the dream I was having before I was so rudely interrupted. What the hell is wrong with me? My face felt like it was on fire as I remembered the cheesy lines and the lip locking action. Goddamn Trish. It's not like you to have idiotic, lustful dreams. I've wanted you for so long. Kiss me now my dear love before I lose all control. I snorted. I think I have been watching one to many chick flicks. It's back to Seinfeld and The Simpsons for me.
"Trish!" mike yelled up the stairs, jerking me out of my thoughts. "Let's go!"
Quickly I scan my room for my one missing necessity, my backpack.
BINGO! I spot the tan strap sticking out from under a pile of dirty clothes in the corner. I grab it and run down the stairs, stopping in the kitchen to grab an apple, and rush out to the car holding the two impatient idiots on the driveway.
Maybe I should explain about the boys. Or as I prefer to call them, 'Dumb and Dumber'. Which is which? Honestly, it changes daily with those idiots. Today though, I think I am leaning towards Landon taking the "Dumber" title.
Landon is my brother. One year my senior to be precise. Sometimes I love him, and sometimes it's all I can do to keep from tackling him with a pair of scissors and cutting his balls off. Sure, it sounds harsh, but you try living with the cocky bastard. The 'God' of the school. 'The like, oh my god, hottest piece of ass like, I've ever seen.' That is not me talking. I'm so not into the whole inner-family relationships. Don't worry.
Which brings me to 'Dumb'. Well for now anyways. That would be Mike Thomas. True, he's a helluva lot sweeter then his best friend, but he does have his moments when I consider giving him the same fate as my older brother.
But hey, I love them both with all of my heart though. Seriously, they are really all that keeps me going. Along with Sam, of course. Sam would be my best friend since grade two, and nothing and nobody can ever jeopardize what we have. So don't even try.
"We're going to be late, thanks to you." Landon scoffed at me. "You took forever, and I hate to brake it to you, but I'm not really seeing where all of that time went."
"Har har har." Ever considered a profession in comedy? I smacked my brother on the arm as I opened the passenger door to Mike's jeep. "Shotgun!" I yelled as I slammed the door shut behind me.
"Move it." Landon whipped the door back open. "You know that's my spot. Move your little ass right now." He tried to pull me out but I'm tougher then I look. Sure I only stand at about five feet and four inches, but I'm one tough cookie when I want to be. I didn't budge.
"GET OUT!" Landon yelled at me when he realized there was no way in hell he could pull me out of there.
"I was here first. Fair is fair." I smiled innocently up at him, getting a glare in return.
"Fair is fair, man. Looks like you're gonna have to ride in back." Mike laughed as he reached over and gave me a high five. "Good work, milady."
"I hate you both." Was my brother's crappy comeback as he sullenly plopped in the back. And the little baby pouted the whole way to school. Very mature, that one is.
"I have a question. If you have a sperm injection and have a baby, but have never actually had sex, are you still a virgin?" Kristin attacked Landon before he was even out of the car.
"I don't know. I think it depends." Landon wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her to him. "We know we won't have this dilemma for you, so why does it even matter?"
I looked away as Landon started running his hands under her skirt. If you could even call it that. It was more like a small scrap of fabric wrapped around her waist, not really actually giving any coverage.
"Let's leave these little love birds to themselves." Mike said with a disgusted look on his face as he started walking towards the school. I'm so glad to know I'm not the only one to find those two's relationship completely repulsive. "You coming?" he had stopped and was looking at me expectantly. "Or are you getting turned on?" he smirked.
"No!" I ran over to him and punched him as hard as I could, even though I don't think it actually hurt him at all. "You are just as bad as him, Mike. And I thought you were the only one I had left that wasn't totally sex crazed."
"Don't worry. I'm much better at keeping myself in control." He slung his arm over my shoulders and we made our way into the school. "I don't understand it either. You're not alone."
"Understand what?" I looked up at him, as he was waving and nodding to all the people he knew. Which was a ton, seeing as he was as popular, if not more, then my brother.
"Why your brother is so into that chick. Sure she's hot. Damn. She's got the legs, the rack…" I rolled my eyes. "… and those curves… but a brain? Definitely not. A sense of humor? Negative. A sense of self dignity? Hell no."
"Thank the lord that somebody finally see's things my way." I shook my head and smiled.
"Mike!" A squeal came from behind us, and we turned to see Jen running at us in a mini skirt and pumps. I shook my head in disapproval. Somebody's going to break her leg. We're at school here, not a night club.
I felt Mike's arm leave my shoulders as Jen got closer, and he tensed up a bit.
"What? What's wrong?" I whispered to him.
"She won't leave me alone. All we did was make out and she thinks we're married now." He whispered back to me, a worried expression on his face.
"Well, sorry bud. Can't help you there." I patted his arm and turned to leave him alone with his new wife. "Have fun." I called out.
"Go to hell." I heard him mutter to me as I began my search for Sam.
I checked his locker first. Nope, he wasn't there. I checked my locker. Nada. And then I finally saw him leaning against a wall with his skateboard in his hand and talking to Kelsie, his on again off again girlfriend. She said something that made a stupid grin come over his face, and then he bent down and gave her a light peck on the lips.
"Ugh! This morning has made me realize how completely and utterly alone I am." I slumped against the wall next to the couple as they both pulled out of their kiss, their faces pink with embarrassment at being caught.
"How so?" Kelsie asked me.
"This." I ran my hand between them. "You two have each other. Landon has Kristin. Mike has Jen. I have nobody."
"Hey. It's not like you don't have any guys… pursuing… you." Sam said grabbing my arm. "It's more like any guy would have to be out of their mind to try to get together with you. You know Landon and Mike. Stop getting so low on yourself. There's nothing wrong with you."
"I guess." I grumbled. I was suddenly in a bad mood, as I pulled away from the wall. "I'm going to Biology. Gotta get a good seat." I stomped all the way to my first class, wishing for about the millionth time that I didn't have two and a half bodyguards keeping anything male away from me. Why can't I be normal? Why do Landon, Mike, and some of Sam insist on not letting me experience love? Or lust? Or whatever you want to call high school relationships. I sighed and laid my head on my desk, wishing for about the 9384574737 time that I didn't have overprotective boys always watching out for me.