party it up [tristan]

[jeremy]

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i wanna stay up all night The year was nearly over. Somehow, Jeremy could not quite believe it. He had survived another year of life. He had also successfully kept the secret of what course he was doing at university from his parents for another year. Life was certainly good. University was good; his creative writing piece had been loved by all the teachers and lecturers. They said that they were going to publish it in the university’s magazine. Jeremy simply could not believe it. It had been a whole year and everything was still fine. He was having a great time with his best friend Tristan and as far as he could tell Tristan was loving life too. Speaking of Tristan… Jem looked up from the book he was reading his thoughts suddenly filled by ones of his best friend. It was New Year’s Eve and they were both sitting at home. Frowning, he grabbed the book mark from the coffee table and shoved it into the book. Throwing the book onto the couch he walked over to Tristan’s room. He knocked on the door three times. No answer. Shaking his head Jem gave up and just walked into the room, scanning the area quickly. His best friend was not there. “Great. The one night I’m bored and you decide to get some other friends. Thanks buddy,” Jeremy murmured before walking back out into the lounge area. It was then that he recalled the memory. Tristan had walked out of his room placed something on the coffee table – a note probably – knowing that Jem would not want to be disturbed whilst reading and then he left. Looking at the coffee table he saw the perfectly folded white piece of paper. Picking it up he read it, a frown slowly forming wrinkles on his forehead. “That just won’t do Tristan. I’m bored and I want to do something.” Tapping his foot impatiently the young man went and grabbed his phone and wallet, shoving them both into his pocket. Grabbing the keys on the way out, he locked the door and walked down the hallway. Taking his phone out as he left the building Jeremy entered in the number. It certainly helped that his memory was almost perfect. He had memorized Tristan’s number after seeing it written down once. He did not even have the number in his contact book. It was just easier that way. Holding the phone to his ear he whistled impatiently as he listened to the ringing. “Come on Tristan, pick up.” Shaking his head he listened as the strange voice told him to leave a message. He hated listening to people on the phone. They always sounded so different. “Hey Tristan it’s me. Listen, I’m bored so whenever you get this meet me down at the Marina. I want to party. Oh and it’s compulsory by the way.” Hanging up he continued to walk down to the Marina. It would not take him too long, simply because Capeside was not the largest place in the world. And he did not mind walking. He preferred it. It gave him time to think about things. He thought about ideas for his novel, thoughts on character development and complications and everything like that. And then he thought a bit about trying to set Tristan up with someone. It’d be fun to do and Tristan was a nice guy. Girls would have to like him. He was not sure how Tristan himself would react to being set up though. He would probably just try to turn the whole thing into a funny misunderstanding. Then he would crack a few jokes and that would be the end of it. His phone rang and Jeremy grinned, picking it up without seeing who it was. “Oh hey. Glad you got my message.” The person on the other line was not Tristan. It was his mother. Sighing, Jem listened to her as she asked him all kinds of questions. She wanted to know what his New Year resolution was and how university was and how he was doing in maths. She wanted to know his marks from the exams and whether he liked accounting. Jeremy really did not have much to tell her about accounting. So, as per usual, he lied. “I got all high distinctions mum and then pass for all the pass-fail exams. Accounting is good, I’m still enjoying maths. Everything is good. My New Year’s resolution is to work harder. But now I’m going to a party so good bye mum.” He hung up. Finally he managed to reach the marina. There were fairy lights hanging up along all of the boats and railings. It was a beautiful sight, even though it was not dark yet. It would be getting dark within the next hour or so and Jem looked forward to seeing the lights then. Of course first he had to try and track down his best friend. If Tristan never got the message Jeremy would kill him. He did not feel like hanging around all night by himself. But being Jeremy, he would do so if he had to. Maybe he would make a friend or two while he was down there. Walking along the boardwalk he stopped at one of the benches and took a seat, watching all the people move around him. “Come on Tristan. Check your phone.” WORDS 895 TAG tristan NOTES first ic post with jem. woot!

[TRISTAN NICHOLAS HEARTLY]

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hold onto the feeling Mothers, when you’re young they’re impossible to live with and yell at you to constantly; when you’re older, they’re impossible to please and impossible to buy birthday presents for. Either way, Tristan was fighting a losing battle. Every year it was the same ordeal, he and his father would put off buying his mom anything and then New Year’s would come and they’d both be reminded that the most important lady in the world had her birthday coming in five days. Frantic phone calls would ensue and he’d end with the dangerously life-threatening task of going out and finding his mother the perfect gift. No really, the task was really life threatening, because Tristan’s mom would rip both their heads off if she found out they forgot her birthday…again. Tristan preferred to live, even if it meant wandering hopelessly throughout the “chick” section of the mall for hours on end. It wasn’t that bad really, he was the only guy in a sea of women and womanly products. If he had known the people working in Bath and Body works were so friendly, he would have come to the mall more often. Hoping his mom’s gift would miraculously appear in the mall window of the next store he looked at; Tristan realized that he was spending another New Years alone. Well that sucked, but since he had moved out, New Years had become more of a burden than an actual holiday. The celebration, the lights and the struggle to stay awake until midnight seemed to weight more heavily now that he actually had things to do. Nonetheless every year there had been some attempt to live up to the New Year spirit. Last year had been exciting compared to other years. He had gone to some kind of late night party and wound up falling asleep on the couch until somebody came and woke up him for the New Year’s countdown. Afterwards he had put on a party hat and went back to napping, while every else was drinking and getting down to the music. He had been lucky nothing obscene had been drawn on his face. It was a good night. Feeling his phone vibrate in his pocket, Tristan pulled it out and was somewhat pleasantly surprised to find the call was from Jeremy. He let the call go to voicemail; Tristan wasn’t sure what he would say picking up a call in the middle of Pink and Beautiful. When he had left earlier he had been considerate enough to leave a note, a first for the university student. It was just, what part of “Buying mom present will bring back pizza later, smiley face” didn’t make sense? Tristan got on his thinking face and decided he should give the voicemail a listen, not like he was doing anything productive. Placing the phone next to his ear, Tristan left the vanilla smelling Pink and Beautiful store and leaned against the outside wall, asking SIri to open his voicemail folder. Immediately Jeremy’s voice rang out. The Marina. And the invitation was not to be rejected. For a moment Tristan wasn’t sure what was worse, putting off his mom or putting of his best friend. The consequences were dire either way. At least with his mom he still had another four days. He doubted Jeremy would be able to wait four hours. Taking one last look at the various stores around him to make sure nothing had slipped his view; Tristan left the mall and hailed down a passing bus. It really wasn’t that far from the Marina district, but he had been walking all day and needed to sit down. That and if he attempted walking to the Marine he’d probably get flogged down by himself rethinking his plans for the night and end up making a dash back to the school before Jeremy came looking for him. The bus was a one way route, once you got on there was no getting off. It took close to twenty minutes but Tristan soon found himself standing on the pier where the bus had dropped him off. A sweep around told Tristan the majority of the city’s teenage population was down here, ready to get their “groove” on once the sun went down. It took only another look before Tristan spotted Jeremy, sitting alone on a bench not more than twenty meters away. At this moment Tristan couldn’t help but regret not returning a call back because now he was posed in an awkward position. He didn’t want to be the one to go up and seem all eager and idiotic, but he couldn’t just stand here and stare at Jeremy for another twenty minutes. The wind blew through Tristan’s hair and he paused to improvise some sort of strategy. He was weird for being like this but it was how Tristan was. Seeing a cotton candy booth nearby, Tristan hurried over and ordered two sets of rainbow colored floss clouds and watched absent mindedly as the man began swirling the sticky looking sugar cotton onto a rolled up piece of paper. Since he was here, he might as well as have a good time. Tristan was too inflexible sometimes. It would be his New Years resolution to change that, and to get out more, meet some friends, maybe even some female ones. He handed over a five dollar bill (Marina cotton candy was expensive) and took the two large puffy looking, well clouds and ran over to Jeremy, pushing one into his face before saying a excited ”Hi.” Tonight was the night he was going to let go of boring old Tristan and live like it was the last night of his life. After all, they did say 2012 was going to be the end of the world.

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think it got worse and worse as i wrote
916 words
loved your post though, wish i could write like that

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