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Fauzy + Whit Whit #2
Name: Tristan "Trist" ThomasAge: 21
Gender: Male
Appearance: [image error]
Personality: Short tempered, doesn't talk a lot, a bit smart-mouthy.
((WAIT. I FOUND ANOTHER PICTURE. And yes she is. c:))
((NOOO DON'T. HE'S HOT! TATTOOOOOS. <3))
((D: Change baaaack!!! The other one was hotter. -.-))
((Yum. <3 So you wanna start at the scene where she first caught him cheating or skip to several months later?))
((HHHMMMMM.. Skip to the several months after. xD))
((Awwh really? D: I was hoping to do the cheating scene tooo.))
((Lol. It seems like a lotta work. But okay. xD))
((Not really. o_o))Amira let herself into Tristan's house that late afternoon. After a long day of school, she really needed to be in his arms. She walked over to his room, but stopped dead on her tracks when she heard a giggle. A girl's giggle. No, that's impossible. That's impossible. Her hands trembled, and she slowly reached for the knob.
((Psshaw. <_<))Tristan almost let out a laugh, but kept it down in his throat as he covered Mary's mouth. "Shut up. She's going to be here soon." He knew he shouldn't be smiling, but he was. Mary's mouth opened to say something, but he closed it with his own. Their lips molding together.
She opened the door, and everything inside her fell apart at the scene in front of her. She stood there, frozen, seeing the guy that was supposed to love her almost naked with another girl. A girl prettier than her, too. She just stood there for a while, trembling and staring at them, her expression blank.
He heard the door open before he saw it. His head snapped towards the direction of it, as his girlfriend stood there with horror, hurt, and shock written all over her face. His heart and stomach both dropped at the same time. Oh God, no. It's not what it looks like. He was about to say the words he was thinking, but they caught in his throat.
And then, she ran. She sprinted out of the house, her expression still blank even though her heart was shattering with every step, and then she lost it on the sidewalk, crumbling down into a messy sobbing heap. Flashes of her time together with him were in her mind. His smile, his arms around her, his words of love that made her feel safe. It was all a lie it was all a lie it was all a lie it was all a lie. Those 5 words kept screaming and stabbing at her head as she sobbed and shook uncontrollably onto the ground. ((3))
((Jesus. D:<))Tristan had jerked on his pants as he stumbled through his house, trying to get out the front door to catch her. Once he was outside on his front porch, he saw her run around the corner. "Ammy!" He cupped his hands around his mouth and yelled. He lost sight of her. He made a strained face and punched the nearest wall.
She heard his voice in the distance, but it was muffled from her loud sobs, that were now turning into screams of agony and frustration. She had no idea that heartbreak would hurt physically as well. She hugged her knees to her chest and kept sobbing and screaming for God knows how long.
Tristan could hear her screams and sobs from a mile away. So he ran bare chested and barefoot along the sidewalk. He turned around the corner and saw her a few feet away with her knees to her chest. Walking the few steps to take to get to her, he crouched down in front of her. "Ammy..."
"DON'T TOUCH ME!!!" she screamed, her voice cracking slightly. "DON'T EVER TOUCH ME AGAIN!!" She'd given him everything. Her heart, her soul, even her virginity. He would throw away two years, just like that? "How could you..?" she said in a softer, broken voice. She edged away from him as far as she could, trying to stand up but stumbling constantly.
He jumped back at the harshness and intensity of her voice, landing almost on his back. He looked at her with understanding. "I know how that looked to you, Ammy," He said in a soft, caring voice, trying to calm her down. "But I swear it's not what it looked like." He couldn't give away the two years they spent together, they meant everything to him. He couldn't imagine how that looked to her, or how it felt to her.
"So what did it look like, huh? You're telling me you weren't making out with her half naked, even though I fucking SAW IT WITH MY OWN FUCKING EYES???" She was so filled with rage and hurt now that she was trembling. She stood, but she was wobbly. "Explain, then. I'd love to hear it." She wanted to see him hurt too, so she used the coldest sounding voice she could ever use.
He had thoughts of tell her everything that had happened. But now the sound of her voice, the hatred and coldness in her eyes filled him with as much anger as she had. Without showing it though, his eyes narrowed as he still sat there, gazing up at her with a dark look. "I don't need to explain myself to you, if you're aren't going to be reasonable." He said, ice prickling each word. His temper kept flaring with each breath he took.
"How could I be??!!!" she screamed, shooting daggers at him with her eyes. "How could I be fucking reasonable when I saw your mouth on some other girl's? And fucking half naked, too, I might add!" She turned away then, her turning soft and broken again. "How long has this been going on."
He snorted rudely, standing up. "It hasn't been going on, actually." He put his hand in his pockets, as he took on a casual pose, leaning on the side of a random building they were next to. "She was a friend of Mark's. I'm surprised you didn't recognize her. But she came over looking for you because he's gone on another drunk spree and he hasn't been home for a couple days. Hell, she was drunk. She let herself in and came in on me just when I had gotten out of the shower. And we talked, and laughed. And then she started kissing me and undressing as well." He stared at her, showing no sign of lying. He hoped she was happy with what he said. He wasn't about to repeat himself.
"And you let her." She shook her head, tears coming out of her eyes all over again because she knew he was lying. She knew him too well. "I can't believe after all of this you're still lying to me. Is that all you're good at? Lying? Cause that's what the past two years of my life were filled with because of you!" She couldn't talk anymore now. She was sobbing all over again, but still tried hard to keep standing.
He couldn't help but yell as his words came out. "I didn't let her! How could I when all I smelled on her was pure alcohol?!" He took the two steps that it took until he was nose-to-nose with her, anger burning in his green eyes. "If you ever loved me, if you've ever felt anything," He drew out the word, seething it out. "You'd believe me. She wouldn't let me get away. Every time that I'd try to call someone, or get the fuck out of my own damn house, she'd follow me screaming. You want to know why? Because she was fucking drunk!" He spat the last word, his breath making her hair fly back.
She stood there, looking straight in his eyes. She had loved him with all her heart, and what he was saying was wrong, because how could she believe a lie? "I saw you lean down to kiss her," she said softly. "How am I supposed to believe you when you won't tell me the truth?" She trembled and sobbed again, tears never stopped flowing down her cheeks. "How could you do this to me...?" she whispered brokenly.
He didn't make a move to wipe the tears from her face, because he knew that she wouldn't appreciate the gesture. How could he when she didn't believe a word he said? "That was to shut her the fuck up. It was the first thing that crossed my mind, before stabbing her or shooting her." He tried to make a joke but knew it was completely hopeless now.
"You..shut her up by kissing her? Who the fuck does that? Have you ever heard of these things called HANDS?" She held hers up and waved them around. "You really should use them for once in a while. Oh wait, you did. You used them recently when you ripped my fucking heart to pieces."
He almost let out a laugh at the phrase she used. "Well, she kept screaming through my hand," He threw up his arms, as if not caring any more. "What else was I suppose to do? Go back to jail? But for beating a girl senseless? No fucking thank you. That shit sticks to you." His anger shimmered down a bit, but it was still there. Lurking in his chest.
She kept shaking her head, knowing he was still lying. She wanted to believe him, but at the time when she opened the door, she definitely saw a smile fading from his face. And the girl was undressed as well. Trist was a terrible liar, apparently. With tears in her eyes, she turned and walked away from him.
His temper overtook him as she walked away. He watched her go, but he didn't chase after her. He wasn't about to chase after a girl that didn't believe anything he had said, much less a girl that wouldn't even stick around to hear the whole truth from other sides. So, he turned and walked in the opposite direction.((Can we skip to the few months later now? :D))
((Fine. >_>))Amira was already settled in her new-ish apartment. She'd stayed there for exactly 4 months, and it already felt like home. That night, she decided to order takeout, and she waited around for the delivery person to come, which was so long that it was agonizing. Her stomach was growling, and she kept glancing at the clock impatiently.
((Teehee. c: And this is my last post. It's 4 am here. I'm about to pass out. x.x))Tristan had gotten a phone call from a chick at his new business Pizzeria. He almost thought he heard the girl's voice before, but he didn't dwell on it. Since he was the only one working late that night, he had to deliver this one by himself. Taking the box of pizza and slipping it into the protective bag, he jogged out and into his car. Once he was there, he knocked on the door three loud times.
((Awwh damn it. :/ Alright. Bye hun. <3))Ammy practically flew off of her seat and reached for the knob. "Finally, what took you so─" her words were cut when she saw who was standing in front of her right now. "...long..."
((Okay. I'm back. :3))Tristan's stomach dropped as he saw who opened the door, he couldn't even talk or hand over the pizza. He just stared at her, lips parted slightly, as memories flashed before his eyes.
((Might haffta go soon.))Ammy sucked in a shaky breath, and then she ducked her head slightly and cleared her throat. She handed him the cash and took the pizza from him. "Keep the change," she said softly, her voice cracking. "Thank you." Without another word, she reached for the door with one hand, about to close it.
((Okie.))He quickly pushed his foot in through the crack, keeping the door from closing. He couldn't keep his eyes off her. God, she's changed so much. She's beautiful. Pushing his thoughts, he whispered, "Ammy?"
Just hearing his voice again brought tears to her eyes, and she finally looked at him, taking in his sight. His muscles had grown bigger over the past several months, more defined, and his hair was now a little longer under the delivery boy hat he was wearing. But all she could think of when she saw this beautiful man in front of her was how he lied to her and tore up her heart, and remembering that awful day made her let out a choked sob. "Trist..." she whispered back, sounding defeated. She always knew she'd see him again, and she'd always dreaded this day would come.
Seeing tears in her eyes made him want to kill himself for what he had done to her. She didn't deserve that. He realized that now. Why hadn't I realized that then? Oh God... How could I have been so fucking stupid? His vision blurred, but not from tears, but from anger at himself. "Ammy." He couldn't help but forget the change in his hand, the coins clattering to the porch of her house. Then, he rushed in through the door, and wrapped his arms around her waist tightly, as if she might fade from existence.
She knew she should have pushed him away. She knew she should have punched at him and screamed at him and told him to jump up his own ass and die. ((xD)) But she couldn't. Being in his arms again made her feel so safe and happy, and for a moment she forgot about everything that had happened and just sagged into him, burying her face in his chest and sobbing gently.
((LOLOL.))He gently stroked her soft hair, noticing that it had gotten longer over the past few months. He always loved her long hair, he loved it when he could run his fingers through it. Realizing he missed doing that, he did just that. His fingers laced through her hair, soothing her gently as he kept repeating, "I'm sorry... I'm so sorry, Ammy."
"You promised," she whispered brokenly, her voice muffled by his shirt. "You promised you'd never hurt me or lie to me... Why, Tristan... Just why..." She just wanted to know the Why. It's been bugging her for months and months. She thought he loved her, and wouldn't want anyone else. "Was I not good enough..?"
"Stupidity. That's why." That's all he could come up with. Right at this moment, he just wanted to have her in his arms, after all this time. He missed her. So much it hurt. He could feel it in his chest when she wasn't there with him by his side, like a hollow aching feeling. "I'm such a fucking asshole," He whispered, his voice catching in his throat. "I'm so sorry... You don't know how sorry I am, Ammy."
She looked up at him, straight into his eyes. "So you don't deny that you were lying to me? About...her being there?" It hurt to stay the words, and to have that image of them mercilessly stabbing at her mind all over again.
His whole body froze as she asked the question that he was dreading to answer. Well, it's no use in lying again. She deserves to hear the truth. He took in a deep breath, and stepped back from her in case she decided to throw some fists. "No. I'm not denying it." He looked at her straight in the eyes back, honesty burn in his green irises.
She couldn't hide the tiny sigh of relief that he was finally telling her the truth, even though it pierced her heart even more. She didn't know what to feel anymore. She just stood there, staring at him, her eyes seeming to ask What am I supposed to do? How am I supposed to give you another chance?
He could see questions in her eyes, ones that he mostly likely couldn't answer. "I know you probably won't forgive me... But just know that I miss you, Ammy. So fucking much." His expression softened into a loving one. "Hell, I haven't seen Mary since that day. I haven't even seen Mark either." He threw up his hands in exasperation.
"I miss you too," she whispered, meaning the words. She wanted to hate him for what he did, but she just couldn't. The two years they've been together, she'd thought that Tristan was The One. The one she'd be with all her life. "I try hard not to miss you. Not to forgive you. But I can't do it..."
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Age: 18
Gender: Female
Appearance: [image error]
Personality: Hurt by her past, slightly shy, determined to move on with her life.