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30DaysOfTriles - Wearing Each Others' Clothes
The 30 Days of Triles - Day 6
Wearing Each Others' Clothes
Headcanon: Tristan does not give back the red track suit because it's now his go-to outfit when hanging out at home. He completely forgets about the clothes that he left behind on the night of the storm. He only remembers when Miles comes to school wearing Tristan's multi-colored striped shirt with a shy grin on his face.
30DaysOfTriles - Cuddling Somewhere
The 30 Day Triles Challenge - Day 2
Cuddling Somewhere
Tristan barely suppressed a chuckle when he noticed Miles cringing for what seemed like the tenth time since they began watching the horror film. "So you're not into scary movies, huh?" Tristan commented slyly.
"Actually, the only reason I ever sit through them is because usually I get to hold a cute girl in my arms," Miles replied before catching himself. "I mean, uh..."
Tristan didn't seem fazed by the comment. Instead he lifted his arm and jerked his head to beckon Miles closer. Miles eased his way into Tristan's arms and realized it was actually really nice to be held. He took the opportunity to nuzzle his head against Tristan's neck and the other boy responded by holding him closer. He can get used to this.
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A/N: I believe that if Degrassi is going to play the bisexual card with Miles, it should be understood that a part of him will still like girls. It's something that should be acknowledged and respected.
Earliest Memory - Adam
There had always been two toothbrushes in the bathroom; Mommy’s was the white electric one and Gracie’s was the blue one covered in fishes. It had always been that way.
Until one day it wasn’t.
The big green one lying on the edge of the sink had to belong to Mr. Torres.
And the one that looked like a monkey climbing a tree sitting in the toothbrush holder had to belong to Drew.
The monkey made sense since Drew was kind of like a monkey; he was silly and he had a big round face and sometimes he had dirt in his hair. Mommy didn’t even say anything about the dirt in his hair - she’d probably shout if Gracie ever got dirt in her hair, which struck Gracie as extremely unfair.
Mr. Torres and Drew were very nice, and she liked them both a lot, but she wasn’t sure she wanted them to stay forever. It wasn’t their house; it was Gracie’s house.
She didn’t bother brushing her teeth. She wanted to know why she had to share the toothbrush holder all of a sudden. She jumped off the footstool and marched to her bedroom (and it was her bedroom and no one else’s - even if Drew had stolen her top bunk) to order Drew to take his toothbrush back thank you very much.
But when she got there, the room had changed.
The sheet from the top bunk had been pulled over so that it created a curtain over the bottom bunk. Suddenly a face appeared from behind it.
“I made a tent,” Drew grinned, his front tooth missing. “you wanna play camping?”
His big monkey face disappeared behind the sheet again. Gracie followed him and crawled in. Her flashlight was being used as lamp and a box of animal crackers had been dumped onto a paper plate. Gracie had never thought to have an inside tent before.
“We don’t even have to leave our pyjamas,” Drew cheered as he passed an elephant cookie to Gracie.
Okay. He could stay.
Earliest Memory - Eli
He was face down in the grass. It didn’t smell nice like the grass at home; too many people had stood on it. He could feel the drums from the stage pounding through the ground. He liked it when the music was really loud like that; so loud he could hear it hitting against his heart.
Bullfrog scooped him off the ground.
“How was your first mosh pit, kiddo?” Eli turned around to see the crowd of big boys he had accidentally fallen into. They were running into each other like charging bulls, shouting almost as loud as the music and shaking their heads around. It looked liked the most fun Eli had ever seen.
“Let’s do it again!” He cheered jumping up and down in his mud-covered Doc Martens.
A man with no shirt on ran over to see what was going on. His arms and neck were very red but the rest of him was pale and white.
“Are you okay, kid?”
“He’s fine,” Bullfrog said, “don’t worry about it. It’s his first mosh pit.”
“Did you seriously bring a four-year-old to Edgefest?” The man said, getting into Bullfrog’s face. “What the hell is wrong with you?” ”Aw, come on, the little guy lives for this shit, don’t you Eli?"
Eli nodded his head, trying to shake it up and down like the big boys in the mosh pit.
“Are you this kid’s father?” the man asked, sounding very angry. People quite often sounded angry when they asked Bullfrog that.
“Yeah, he’s having fun with his old man.”
“Does his mother know he’s here?” ”My wife’s getting some beers, what’s the problem?”
“He’s too young to be here and he’s getting hurt. This is fucking child abuse, man.”
Bullfrog stood infront of Eli, getting more in the man’s face than the man had gotten into his.
“Hey, fuck you – he can do what he wants, can’t you little dude?” ”Yeah,” Eli echoed “fuck you!”
Bullfrog high-fived him before throwing him onto his shoulders and watching the shirtless man walk away with a grumpy face. Fuck that guy. Eli could do what ever he wanted.
And what Eli wanted was to feel the music hit against his heart.
Earliest Memory - Katie
She had wanted it to die. She had wished it.
The evil baby that would make Daddy spend less time with her. That would scream and cry through the night while Katie was trying to sleep. That made Mommy sicker – so sick she couldn’t even leave her chair anymore.
She had wanted it gone.
Daddy sat on the waiting room chair with his head so low it was almost between his knees. He had told Katie to sit like that when she was feeling carsick and watching Daddy do it made her tummy spin around until her insides felt dizzy.
And now it was too early. Too little. Too sick.
And it was going to die. Just like Katie had wanted.
The lady in the green pyjamas swung through the doors.
“Mr. Matlin?” Daddy lifted his head up from the floor. It had lines where there weren’t lines before and Katie was scared that the lines would never go away again.
“You can both see her if you like.”
Daddy swooped Katie up, groaning as he did so. He didn’t usually groan. Katie groaned too; she wasn’t even sure she wanted to see it as they followed the pyjama lady through the door.
It was in a big clear box, with wires sticking all around it like it was a television and sticky-tape all over it’s crumpled face. It didn’t look like any of her dolls. It was small and red and shrived up.
It looked like an uncooked chicken in a diaper and was by far the most ugliest thing Katie had ever seen.
Daddy hoisted her onto his knee to get a better look at it.
“Katie, this is your little sister, Maya.”
It’s little chicken chest raced up and down. It was a real person. Katie pressed her hands to the box, pushing her face in to see it better.
“Is it going to be okay?” she asked the lady in the pyjamas.
Pyjama lady smiled at her. ”She’s going to be just fine.”
Katie gently stroked the plastic box around Maya. Of course she was going to be okay.
Katie would make sure of it.
