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@tristanohh
text → everyone
Unknown: Did you hear about my cute note on the tree? Hope you saw it, that one was for you.
Unknown: We should play a game, here are your options: Say no and I'll make sure you regret it, tell someone about me and I'll tell them something about you :) or say yes, and we can have a lot of fun.
Unknown: What's it going to be?
Tristan: This ain't funny. Who is this? Greg? Isn't it too early for prank night?
acoustics // priya + tristan
“Please don’t call me ma’am.” he walked to the front of the room, looking over at the computer. “Priya is fine, and I’m just here to check some stuff with the sound.” she stated nonchalantly, although she was already feeling slightly uncomfortable which she tried to remind herself that she had no reason for that. “I’ll just try to work on the other stuff while you finish up then. Just try to do that quick if you can.” she continued checking on the computer, not wanting to distract Tristan and not wanting to make any boring conversation either.
“Alright,” he replied in defeat, almost calling her ma’am again. He took his seat and wrote down the rest of his notes. Or tried to. Now that she’s in the same room as him, he couldn’t seem to focus on his task. Without taking his eyes off the board, he spoke to her. “Uhm, how are you though? Couldn’t recall seeing you after the dance.”
Cookies || MingyuxTristan
Mingyu gave a loud sigh, just to be dramatic, in all honesty; but with the two pieces of cookies shoved into his hands, that somehow registered to him as that he didn’t have much more of a choice. So following Tristan’s advice, the asian kicked off his shoes and plopped down on the bed, feeding himself once he was comfortable. “I’m not baked though, drugs are so gross. And no! Ew. I meant, he said I should find a cutie, not that he’s the cutie. Please.” He made a face, rolling over so that he was on his stomach instead. “I don’t remember. At a grocery store or something? I really don’t remember.. Don’t finish them though!”
“Oh! I thought you said he’s the cutie.” Tristan laughed with his mouth still full. He was getting words mixed up and he wasn’t even the drunk one. “I’m sorry. It’s just that Ezra’s pretty and it wouldn’t be a surprise if I knew someone who thought he would be their cutie. But you can look for cuties tomorrow. I’d even try to hook you up with one. Just give me your standards and I’ll have you filter them out.” Ignoring Mingyu’s request to not eat all of his cookies, Tristan looked around his organized room once again. “Have you heard about the accident though? Have you, uhm, received any weird texts?”
acoustics // priya + tristan
Priya had done her best to stay away from students since the dance. She always knew it was unprofessional to mingle with them, but now she definitely had no doubts about. Ezra was a whole other problem on its own, but adding Tristan into the mix didn’t help her feel like more of an outcast in aplace where se was meant to fit in completely. One of the classrooms was meant to have a small performance to display the difference between string sounds and the professor asked Priya to double check the equipment before class. Waiting until after the last class had walked out, she opened the door and stepped inside, “anybody here?” she noted someone sitting down, “hey I need the room for a little bit.”
There was too much notes on the board. Tristan wouldn’t have minded writing all of them down had the professor told them at the start of the lecture that he wasn’t going to give out copies of the powerpoint. Having that class as his last one for the day, he decided to stay behind and take note of everything down to the last word. “I was here first so you’ll just have to wait,” he called without turning to the voice. When he finally did, he started to regret not being nice on his reply. “Oh, Priya. Ma’am.” He stood up, a bit too immediately that he had to catch his binder from falling on the floor. Still not able to forget what happened in the dance, his heart was pounding hard against his chest. This wasn’t how he imagined their next encounter would be. “What do you need the room for?”
Cookies || MingyuxTristan
“Naaaahhhhhh, I bought ‘em. I can’t bake for shit!” It was a wonder how he could still keep the conversation up. But then, the fact that he hadn’t passed out yet was a wonder in itself. All the time, it’d be better to just not question him at that point. “I’m so tired though– Aren’t you tired? I just wanna.. I wanna lay down and sleep and not do anything, but I also wanna eat and like, go out again and meet a cutie like Ezra said– Ugh, this life’s so hard! Gimme a goddamn cookie!” He practically lunged for the open fridge, taking out a tupperware full of his treats, breaking a piece and chucking it into his mouth.
Mingyu was obviously drunk and he still got to the cookies before Tristan. Gotta give this guy a credit. Tristan took the container for himself, shoved two pieces to Mingyu’s hands and looked for a place to sit on. “Maybe it’s best if you lay down and eat. You can’t bake for shit but you look baked as shit.” He laughed and bit on the cookie. “You have a thing for Ezra? Really? Huh. I knew that guy was too pretty. God these cookies are good. Where did you get these?”
Cookies || MingyuxTristan
It wasn’t suppose to take long for the two of them to reach the dorms; but of course, with his alcohol laced state of mind, Mingyu just couldn’t help but prolong their journey. He stumbled on his own footing, for one, got distracted by almost everything for another; and sometime in between alternating between walking and running, he decided he wanted to take a break and sat in the middle of the sidewalk. By the time they actually made it, they’d already wasted a good twenty minutes. “I’m.. My room’s so clean, it’s lovely. I’m glad I’m so clean don’t you think it’s lovely? I do… My cookies are in the fridge though.”
That was even longer than his usual walk home; and the dorms were much closer than the Ogden residence. Tristan stood by the doorway and tried to catch his breath with his hands on his knees. “Yeah, wow you are a clean guy.” He looked around Mingyu’s room, surprised that it was as organized as how Mingyu presents himself through his clothes. “Remind me.. not to walk you home.. again.” He loosened his own tie and went directly to the fridge, as if he was walking in his own room and looked for the cookies. “You baked these?”
He was just about to ask for that “someone’s” name when the wink caught him off-guard, his cheeks coloring just a little in response. He was quick to regain composure though, nodding his head and turning away to redirect Tristan’s attention. “Right, film and media– But you can just text me that person’s contact details, if you want? I’ll give you my number. No spamming or flooding though.”
“Oh okay yeah that sounds more convenient.” He pulls out his phone and looks at Mingyu, waiting for him to recite his number. “I’ll give you a call so you can save mine. I can’t memorize my own contact details.” As soon as they exchanged numbers, Tristan pat the other guy on the shoulder. “Gotta go, Mingyu. Got some stuff to do. Hoping to run into you at the dance!”
“I’m a graduate. And I better be at twenty-five. Spank my ass and call me daddy!” Ezra shook his head, as if that was going to shake off the buzz from the tic. “Yeah? When was the last time you got really drunk and what did you do then?”
Tristan covered his mouth and giggled. “Okay, daddy. Last time was the 16th last month. Friend threw his own birthday party. The last memory I have of that is.. me picking up a bunch of bucks from the bin. Reached for my wallet to put it there and found it was completely empty. Then I realized I just rediscovered my money. Why’d you ask? Am I being interviewed for the drinking buddy role?”
Well, how’s this: if I don’t win, or don’t take you, I’ll take you out this weekend. [copies into his own phone and texts him the picture] I text more than call…Damn! You just fucked yourself right out of a fancy dinner, see how tenuous a grip we had on it all along?
Oh. I’ll make sure to check it every now and then. [gets defensive] I didn’t know it was you he was tied with! If I did I would’ve turned him down. I mean, he’s only the counselor.
Oh, I definitely have options, just not sure which would be best to take…are you saying you’re not currently one of those options? Just so I know where you stand. [reviews the picture and nods his agreement] Almost too hot. If you let me get your number I can text it to you. And I’m sittin at 4, I think. Last I checked I was tied with this bogus counselor dude.
No, I’m saying I’d be happy if I’m one of those options but I don’t wanna assume that. Can’t have you breaking my heart. [whisks his phone out of his pocket and shows Beau his number] I don’t know my own number but here. I hardly check it though so unless you call, I won’t realize you’re trying to contact me. Oh shit, I may or may not have helped Mr. Young earlier.
text → everyone
unknown: I see you.
unknown: The REAL you.
unknown: C
unknown: O
unknown: W
unknown: A
unknown: R
unknown: D
[ Tristan automatically deletes these texts ]
“Whoa, very artistic. You’re heading for Hollywood after you graduate then? I’m Ezra Hawthrone, majoring in Technology and Global Development. Not the dorms? Don’t you feel like you’re missing out on the experience?”
“Oh, god yes. Hopefully. I have a tunnel vision for that. Ahh, an innovator! Hold up, is that an undergrad course?” He shook his head and chuckled. “Nahh, I like staying with my family. I come over to friends’ dorms very often though, so I think I can say I don’t miss out on much. Next time you want a drinking buddy I’m your man, dude.”
“Beautiful different. The contrast between it being a small town and you know Atlanta is one of the largest cities in the south, so It’s a nice change of pace, you know? I know you’re a native here but have you ever been anywhere outside this town?”
“You may think it’s weird but I haven’t.” Lies. Tristan thought it was a good time to pull the lonely local card. “Well I have, but the last time was like forever ago. When I was still too young to be aware that we’re out of town. Mum’s really not comfortable with traveling and dad’s too busy with work.” That last part was true though. “So, that’s that. Is it your first time here? You moved with anyone?”
“Seriously?” he asked, pleasantly surprised by the offer “See, just met 10 minutes ago and you’re already proving yourself invaluable” As they made their way to his frat house he looked around at stragglers who weren’t quite ready to call it a night and he laughed softly “I think we can keep it to a handshake or a hug…maybe a kiss on the cheek if we win” he joked. Slapping Tristan on the back he walked up to his door “Hopefully I’ll get some good scouts coming to see me and if they like what they see we start talking about putting my name in the draft pool for a team to pick” Looking at Tristan he winked “You’re talking to the king of the castle. As long as you’re with me you’re good, now let’s go in” Opening the door he went inside and headed towards the kitchen.
“I guess that’s what strangers are supposed to do after scaring each other in the middle of a deserted street.” He replied, not long before they got close enough to the frat house for Tristan to see the interiors through the windows. It was almost jaw-dropping, the size of it. He almost pulled a Doctor Who and call it the Tardis. “And do these scouts come see the game very rarely or? What’s your position in the uni team again? Are you the quarterback? I’m sorry, I see you guys running on the field but I have no idea what each player’s role would be.” Tristan followed Miles into the kitchen, nodding at every brother he comes across with. “I remember my dad telling me stories about this place,” he looked around, too busy to prepare any supporting details for that lie he just said. “How’s the hierarchy in here though?”
“Cool. Cool.” He wasn’t really even sure what to say at this point. “I don’t know. We can agree to disagree.” Smirking as he crossed his hands in front of his chest. “Not sure, sorry. I’m sure there must be a poster around here somewhere that answers your question, dude. But i’m pretty sure most of them start at either 7 or 8.”
“I’m going home so I might not see any posters along the way. And I wish I could just text my friends but my phone’s broke. “ He pat on his pocket before looking at the time in his wristwatch. “Oh shit. I have to go. Gotta pick up my little sister we’re supposed to meet my mum at the grocery store.” It was the first time he lied about having a sister; relalizing how it seems to add character, he decided right then to use it more often. “Thanks for everything, man. Zach, I mean. If you still can’t find your wallet, check the PD!”
Yeah, but I only need one more to win. Hurry, come on.
Didn’t know you were this competitive, sir. Let’s make it two. To be sure.
The guy was quiet for so long Ezra was convinced he was thinking of excused to leave. His insecurities really were his own worst enemy. “Mmm,” he nodded when the stranger finally spoke. Because really? What else was he supposed to say at that? “Er–” His arm shook with a tic and Ezra pushed both in the pockets of his hoodie. “Yes. It’s complex, but the short answer is yes. Forget that. What’s your name? You a student?”
“Yeah of course, sure.” Truth is, Tristan wanted to know more. Taking the story as a collection, a potential plot for a film he might make in the future. A knowledge for his own good. Oh well, better not nose around. “A junior, yes. From Film and Media. Tristan Ogden, I live just around the block. You?"
