Tristan Milligan

i like boys but they make me wish i didn't

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I think they’re border lined insane right now. They literally asked if I want midgets and acrobats at the wedding. I said no of course, but my mom put down “Strong maybe for the acrobats.” They won’t have weapons and will actually be attending the wedding and I didn’t really have to invite them. I got a tweet from Kota’s dad saying he and his friends will be there. Normal parents? Kidding, I don’t need gifts. I did get a surprise for you. I talked to Tay and she wants to meet a few of my friends, she knows I’m not friends with the entire school and I mentioned how you were one of the first friends I made and she wants to thank you properly. She asked if there’s anything you want and if it’s ok if she hugs you.

I...why. Like why any of this. Your mom sounds like she should be on one of those TLC shows about Bridezillas and crazy weddings and stuff. On the bright side, when it’s over you’ll get to leave them behind for a while, right? Where are you going for your honeymoon? Yeah unfortunately I can’t just kidnap two normal adults to replace your parents, but I’ll draw you a nice card and make you a little gift basket of like nice soaps and teas, okay? You can’t say no, it’s your wedding. ............You talked to Taylor Swift and she wants to meet me? Taylor Swift knows who I am? This is so surreal, I can’t ask her for anything, she’s Taylor Swift--wait. Wait. Actually. I just thought of something, promise this is a real offer and not just her being polite?

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Owen merrily rolled his eyes at his younger brother’s dramatics “As long as it covers my black eye I don’t care if it is the cheap stuff.” Owen took a deep breath “His name is Nate, we uhh…are in a club together.”

“Okay well it’s makeup, not a miracle, so people will still be able to tell you have something on if they see your face up close,” he said, dabbing it onto his brother’s face with a cotton swab. “Nate? Nate who? Do a know him? And since when do you do clubs?”

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❝like helping me with math? cause i’m terrible in it❞

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“I was thinking something slightly sexier than math, but I will also help you with that since you asked so nicely.”

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Stella shook her head, her tears starting to subside. This Tris fellow was pretty good. He could even have a career in counseling if he wanted, Stella mused. “Ottawa,” she said and crumpling the tissue in her hand. “I’m from Ottawa. And we’re…uh, we’re doing renovations. Yeah. Big renovations, so everyone kind of got split up. And a teensy, tiny part of me might also miss my ex, but that’s really not why I’m crying.” She took a long, deep breath and looked at Tris, straightening her spine a little. “This was cathartic, though…You ever just need a good cry?”

“Well, that’s not too far away, you could always take the train for a visit on the weekend or something? And renovations aren’t forever, right? It’ll be okay.” Tristan nodded when she got to the real crux of problem. “Right, of course, definitely not crying about the ex because they’re not worth it, girl.” He shot her a sympathetic smile and said, “Yeah, get it out of your system, I’m not judging. Hey, since you’re stuck in Toronto for a while what if you think of it like a vacation? You can be all touristy and make the best of it, it’ll help the time pass faster.”

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❝hey its not like i can’t keep my hands to myself. i can..try..❞

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“I have to admit I have ulterior motives: I don’t think I can bribe anyone else into doing all the gross dissections, so you have to be my lab partner. I’ll make it up to you after school.”

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Do you ever get a phonecall, and you’re extremely happy about it, but then instantly regret it to the point you wish you could have turned back the past twenty minutes and not have picked up the phone.

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That’s a really specific situation, so I can’t say I’ve ever had that in particular. What’s up? Who do I need to go beat up for making you sad for twenty minutes?

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“Don’t you have some kind of magic lavender-scented face wash that’ll make the eye crusties go away for good? Come on, cuz, what kind of spa wizard are you?” Reagan rubbed her eye. “The Sandman must really have it out for me. Look at how big these are!”

“No, it’s just a natural part of your bodily secretions when you sleep, you just have to wash your face every morning. Which you should be doing regardless. If you want something that smells nice though, I could--wow, get away from me! Go take your gross cooties somewhere else!”

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“Er, sure,” Rich replied, taking a final hit of the joint before putting it out in an effort to make the boy a bit more comfortable. Sighing, he shrugged vaguely, knowing the first week of school definitely could’ve gone worse. At the mention of the dance, Rich rolled his eyes. He’d shown up, but only briefly, and he couldn’t understand what had possibly influenced him enough to even attend in the first place. It’d been just as he’d expected - lame. “That’s good I guess. Friends?” He shrugged again, standing up. “A few people are alright, so I suppose so, but I dunno. Still not quite the same as back home.”

Tristan watched him stub out his joint and tried to keep his face completely neutral. It was this whole new thing he was trying, not being judgemental, or at least keeping all judgements internal. The whole too-jaded-for-life thing worked for Rich anyway, there was a certain charm in being a grumpy 90-year-old man stuck in a teenaged body. “See, things aren’t all bad! Obviously it’ll take a while to know people and it won’t be like the kids you knew all your life, but we have things to offer, right? Is there anything you miss about Bristol that we could re-create here? There’s a british import store at the mall, we could buy you foods you miss or something.”

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“ Owen isn’t that bad. Nah, I’m good.Talking won’t change shit, but thanks dude.”

“Let’s agree to disagree. But if you need him to punch anything, I’m happy to lend him to you. Oh wait, I know what will temporarily help--there’s a bake sale for power cheer, I’ll get you a cookie.”

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♩

send me ♩ for my muse to catch yours singing in the shower

Tristan was showering in the locker room singing a nonsense song he and Maya had made up last year about someone with jellybeans for toes in a silly accent when he realized the locker room was not in fact entirely empty. “Oh, shit, Eli, I didn’t see you there! Please do not think of this moment when I audition for the musical. I swear to god that was not how I normally sing.”

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❥

- send me ❥ for your muse to cuddle up next to mine while asleep on the couch

Tristan always seemed to end up watching Madonna’s “Truth or Dare” documentary whenever Maya was over. She preferred music documentaries and he loved the Queen of Pop, so it was something they could always agree on. But they had seen it so many times that Maya always ended up falling asleep. It was an old comforting routine for them by this point–pop the DVD in, fall asleep on each other like puppies, wake up in time to sing along to the credits. He nudged where her head was resting on his stomach and whispered, “Hey sleepyhead, you’re going to miss the end!”

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“See that’s where you come in handy. Don’t you have any of that make up crap? Uhhh…concealer.” He asked as he waved his hands trying to think of what it was called. Owen winced a little as the ice pack was applied to his painful face. “Does it matter who it was with?”

“Oh my god are you serious? Fine, but you’re getting the drug store crap, I’m not wasting the expensive stuff on your face,” Tristan said, annoyed that his brother would assume he had makeup even though he was right. He got up to rummage in his drawer. “Yes, I need to know who to give the cold shoulder to.”

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My parents told me that if I don’t invite the school, I don’t get a wedding. I didn’t invite everyone by choice. I am inviting the entire military for security so it’s going to kind of be locked down? Anyone who ruins my wedding will be publicly humiliated like seriously. Taylor Swiftand other celebs will be there and if they want to make an ass out of themselves in front of them someone will kick them out.

Oh right, your parents are crazy people, I almost forgot. Yeeeaaaahhhh, I’m not really sure if adding heavy artillery and trained killers to the mix will make things better or worse, but you know, let’s cross our fingers! Hey, what do you want as a wedding present? I don’t know the etiquette for giving gifts to a girl who has everything and is friends with Taylor swift.

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♫-miles

-send ♫ for your muse to catch mine singing in the shower

Tristan rolled over in Miles’ bed and buried his face in a pillow to hide his smile at the sound of his boyfriend in the adjoining bathroom humming “Somewhere Over the Rainbow” in the shower. He still wasn’t over how amazing their date had been, and to hear that song stuck in Miles’ head was the best way to wake up. He got out to join him, but realized when he got closer that Miles didn’t actually know all the words and was just making up nonsense ones. “I don’t think the line goes ‘somewhere over the rainbow green pigs fly’,” he said, sliding the shower door open and stepping in.

@milesfromnormalhollingsworth

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❝i can try, but can you keep your hands to yourself? ❞

“Hey, don’t act like I’m some sort of sex fiend, I can totally restrain myself for 50-minute periods. Maybe.”

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accidental affection

send me ✗ for my muse to fall on yours and land on top of them

send me □ for your muse to fall on mine and land on top of them

send me ♕ for your muse to get dared to kiss me

send me ♢ for my muse to get dared to kiss yours

send me ♫ for your muse to catch mine singing in the shower

send me ♩ for my muse to catch yours singing in the shower

send me ♡ for your muse to drunkenly confess feelings to mine

send me ☽ for my muse to drunkenly confess feelings to yours

send me △ for my muse to get trapped in a small closet with yours

send me ❅ for my muse to cuddle up next to yours while asleep on the couch

send me ❥ for your muse to cuddle up next to mine while asleep on the couch

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“Ms. Harris just instituted a new rule about couples not being allowed to be lab partners because it’s ‘distracting’--do you think we can fake not dating for long enough to fool her?”

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