tristan milligan

tristan milligan degrassi // sfyl

[littlestmilligan-blog]

A very good one. Chewy? Is that like your nickname for him or something? My lips are sealed. I told you before, if it gets around it won’t be for me. Also,Winston suspects… He asked me about it but I said I didn’t know anything except I saw you at the party one.

It’s… alright I guess. They gave away my solo for the upcoming competition. So I’ve been spending more time in ballet rehearsals than I’d like to be.

Oh no, that’s TMI but I also want you to tell me more. Did you do anything more than kissing? Oh, it’s Miles’ nickname for him because his last name is Chu, he actually kind of hates it but it stuck, I always forget not to call him that. He suspects? I know he feels like I’m stealing his best friend, I do feel bad about that.

Why would they just give away your solo? Is that even allowed? That doesn’t seem very fair at all. When is your competition?

[littlestmilligan-blog]

“I didn’t give him the chance to do anything. I’m okay Tris,” Miles reassured. He was physically okay, but he was scared as hell. “I accidentally told him about us, and I got out of there before I could find out how he’d react.”

Miles held onto Tristan, not allowing him to leave. “I’m fine. I just want to spend time with my boyfriend. Is that allowed? And I don’t need you to baby me.” Miles just wanted to hang out, he didn’t want to feel sorry for himself, or have Tristan worrying.

“Let’s play video games, or watch to, instead of sitting here like losers.”

“How do you think he’ll react?” Tristan asked, chewing his lip and mentally reviewing their options for if Miles dad turned violent, or kicked him out. He held onto Miles for a few moments more, saying “Shut up, maybe I need to baby you for a second, I was worried.”

He let him go when he was finished talking though, and moved to sit beside him on the couch instead of going to the kitchen to putter around nervously like he was originally going to. “Well it’ll be hard to not sit here like losers when you are a loser,” he said, sticking his tongue out at Miles with a laugh. He leaned in to press a quick peck to his lips to take the sting out of his teasing, and then he rummaged around the mess of Owen’s video games on their coffee table.

“I don’t really play anything, and Owen’s all look like terrifying ones about killing people. Or sports. What do you feel like beating me at?”

[littlestmilligan-blog]

“Well Miles doesn’t sound like the best guy, so if you’re in trouble, it would be his fault.” Owen didn’t know Miles, aside from the fact that his brother had an obvious crush, and rumors he’d heard. “You’re not in trouble then? Good, I don’t need that.” He knew Tristan wasn’t much for trouble, but Owen was allowed to be skeptical.

Owen’s concern turned into a smile. “Really? That’s good Tristan. I was wondering when you’d find yourself a boyfriend.” Owen moved away from the stove and peaked into the dining room. “Long as he’s good to you.”

Owen noticed the fear right away, and that was cause for concern. “Hey, what’s wrong? I don’t care Tristan. You didn’t think I’d be mad, did you? I thought you knew I’d changed Tris… This isn’t like before.”

Tristan was surprised by how neutral to positive Owen sounded about the news. “Well, there aren’t that many guys into other guys at school and I’m not exactly some buff male model, so pardon me if no one was interested in me until now,” he said, retreating into sarcasm because it was the way he knew how to talk to Owen.

“I thought you didn’t like him, now you’re happy I’m dating him?” He looked up when Owen stuck his head into the room and frowned at him. “I thought you might be a little...grossed out?” He clenched his hands and looked down again. “I know you’ve changed, but thinking you’re okay with it is different from having it in front of you for real. You used to...I was kind of scared of you, for a little while. When I first came out. I knew you’d never hurt me but you were so mean to that football player and I just. I don’t know. Sorry.”

[powercheerprincess-blog]

“I’ve been marathoning the best show all day. God bless Netflix.” 

[littlestmilligan-blog]

“Are you talking about West Drive? Because that is the best show and I will be mad if you had a marathon without me.”

[pxliticalanimal-blog]

@littlestmilligan

The words had been completely accidental, but his dad had been pissed at him, hounding him about where he was. “I was with my boyfriend!” He’d shot out, and it got him to shut up real quick. Miles didn’t stick around too long - he didn’t want to fight, and he wouldn’t admit it, but he was a bit scared. He hadn’t been ready, but he’d been forced into it. “And if you need me dad, I’ll be with my boyfriend!”

Miles sent Tristan a quick text. ‘I’m coming over. Had a fight with my dad.’

Miles was out of the house before his dad could wrap is head around the concept and react in whatever outrageous way he would. For once, Miles took his time on his drive over to Tristan. He rolled the windows all the way down and tried to calm himself before he got to his boyfriends house. He didn’t knock once he got there, but instead went straight inside to find Tristan.

[littlestmilligan-blog]

Tristan was expecting it this time when his front door slammed open and Miles came rushing in, since Miles had texted ahead of time. He launched himself at Miles as soon as he was inside, pulling him into his arms and hugging him tight. “Are you okay? What did he do?” he asked in a breathless rush, running his arms over whatever parts of Miles he could reach to checking him over. He pulled back to look Miles up and down, not letting him go but holding him at arms length. He wasn’t visibly injured or anything, but not all pains were visible or even physical.

As per usual, he locked the door behind Miles and led him into the living room, making him sit down on the couch. He stayed standing and hugged Miles’ head into his stomach, cradling him there for a second and running his hands through his hair before he said “I’ll get you something to drink, you can stay here as long as you want.”

[littlestmilligan-blog]

text ☛ tristan

Winston: Tris, you are a boy. And it wasn't because of you, not really. I thought he was trying to ditch me or was jealous I'm dating Esme or something and then he explained it's because he's been with you. Now everything's cool.

Tristan: u know what i mean. okay, good, because u are his only good influence friend and i would hate to get between u for any reason, he needs u

[littlestmilligan-blog]

text | katie & tristan

Katie: Now that would have given me an actual heart attack. I would have been the next dead body.

Tristan: don't even joke. go knock on some wood right now. immediately.

[littlestmilligan-blog]

“I just worry, after everything that happened last year, and I have reason to worry,” Owen defended himself. He’d been terrified when Tristan had ended up in the hospital, and was just as scared of a repeat. “I’ll have you know, this shit is going to be delicious. I can cook. And you better eat it all, or I’ll take offense.” The sibling banter was normal, however it usually took on a more harsher and annoyed tone.

“Our first game is next week, you gonna be there?” Owen didn’t have much support in the stands, and a lot of his teammates didn’t trust him, it would be good to have his brother there. “I was surprised to see you let him go home,” he teased. “Seems like everytime I see you, I see him too.”

Owen knew it was something bad when Tristan attempted to start the conversation when he’d left the room. “What did you do? Did Miles get you in trouble? You better start talking.” Owen’s mind went to the worst possible situations, worrying that his brother was in trouble, or danger.

“I’m healthy now. I don’t need to get skinnier, it won’t happen again. And yes,  I’ll eat your delicious meal you amazing chef,” he said, rolling his eyes. “I’ll definitely be there; I said I’d cheer for you didn’t I? Maybe I’ll make Miles come with me since you seem to be obsessed with the topic of his presence now.”

Tristan laid down the forks and knives perfectly straight and then needlessly adjusted them over and over, not returning to the kitchen. “I didn’t do anything! Why would he get me in trouble? What a weird assumption, why would you even jump to that?” He liked that they were working on being closer, but it was exasperating that Owen seemed to only know how to express affection through anger or worry. He took a deep breath, his palms getting clammy with sweat. It was now or never.

“It’s nothing bad, unless you think it’s bad that...um, I told Miles how I felt, and I guess he returns my feelings...we’re dating now.” There, he said it. It was out in the open and if Owen didn’t like it then there was nothing he could do about it because he couldn’t take it back. At least he knew Owen had grown up enough that he wouldn’t hit him for it. Probably. He pulled out a chair and sat down, knees shaky.

[littlestmilligan-blog]

Good. All I know is he’s a good kisser and I like hanging out with him. He feels the same way. Nothing bigger than that. It’snot just luck. Said best friend is with you for a reason and I also have zero interest in him.He’s all yours til one of you pushes the other away. Or however that saying goes…

Sorry do wanna talk about something else? Literally anything else.

Omg is he really a good kisser? God, I don’t even want to know that about Chewy but I’m also morbidly curious. “With me,” yeah, don’t spread that around, okay? It’s not a public fact yet. And the gay kid always dies alone in teen movies so I’m extra glad we’re not in one.

Yes please. How is...dance class?

[littlestmilligan-blog]

“What can I say, it’s a very difficult task. I want to parade you around just as much as you do, but when I’m ready. I’ll try not to make it too much longer.” Miles wished he could be a better boyfriend, but it was hard when he’d had no practice.

“Oh my god stop,” Tristan laughed, putting his face in his hands, “this is not making it easier.” When was the last time anyone besides Tori had ever complimented him so much? “It’s okay, honestly, take your time. You’re worth the wait.” 

[trustissucd]

Think i’m going to head off to the gym. It’s been FAR too long, and I can practically feel my arms getting flabby from all the pizza i’ve been eating. So if you need me, that’s where i’ll be.

[littlestmilligan-blog]

“I’m actually also headed to the gym, but I think I need it more than you do. You look--” he paused to look Drew’s body up and down and then immediately stopped when he caught himself doing it “--um, fine.”

[littlestmilligan-blog]

“Well… I’m really not sure what makes you sad. You just have to tap into something that makes you emotional and roll with it. Just let it take over for a little while while you do the scene.”

“Okay, that part in the Lion King where he doesn’t understand that his dad died it is. It does kind of make me feel better that we’re calling Fitz’ memorial a ‘scene’ now, because I’m a terrible person.”

[littlestmilligan-blog]

Hush! I’m interested in him. It’s not exactly hot gossip.He’s incredibly dorky, in a cute way, so of course he thinks he’s not good with girls. If this were a teen movie, Winston would have been my best friend or the best friend of a popular guy I was going after.

Sorry… It’s probably nothing. Forget I said anything.

I’m not going to spread it around or write it on the bathroom wall or anything! I just think it’s really, really cute how much you like him. Well he’s the best friend of Miles, so lucky me that it’s not a teen movie I guess. 

No, it’s not your fault I overthink things, don’t apologize.

[littlestmilligan-blog]

text ☛ tristan

Winston: I won't, even though he didn't tell me not to

Winston: Nothing serious, he was just being a punk ass bitch as usual. We fight all the time, it's normal.

Tristan: i don't understand boys. as long as u say its normal. please never fight because of me.

[littlestmilligan-blog]

text | open

katie: i went for a jog this morning and saw cops near the river. i swear... i'll never get used to any of this.

Tristan: read too quickly and thought u said "corpse", nearly gave me a heart attack D:

[littlestmilligan-blog]

text ☛ tristan

Winston: It's a secret? He didn't tell me that, he literally just texted it to me while we were fighting about something else.

Tristan: just a secret as in he doesnt want the whole school gossiping while he figures things out, so don't spread it around.

Tristan: what why were you fighting?

[littlestmilligan-blog]

“How about we save the flirting for when we’re at my house, not that I don’t love it.” No one was around, but Miles was a bit nervous another student would overhear. “What can I say Tris, there’s just something about you. I could list off a million things I like about you, but we’ll have time for that later.”

Tristan bit back his disappointment at the reminder that Miles wasn’t exactly out and proud. He promised he’d be patient and supportive, and that’s what he would be. “Alright, let’s be cool, which you are doing a very poor job of since you’re continuing with all that.”