The Shy Mystic (O/O)(closed)

(…..Probably Tristan…… He's so short and fuzzy…. And oh so :3)

(Cool, I’ll control the new guy then?)

(Okay :3)

Name: Toby Hay
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Sexuality: GAYEST OF GAYS AND FLIRTY
Appearance: Blonde, crystal blue eyes, abs, et cetera, basically a stereotypical popular guy.
Personality: FLIRTY, I’ll develop the rest later
Other: HE’S SO FLIPPING FLIRTY

I did like the bare minimum but I’ll develop him more as we go on

(Toby… ;-; ooooooooooooaaaaaaahhhh Flirtiest of flirts aaaaaaahhhhh!!!!!
He's good. :)
Watch out Tristan, you got another thing coming….)

(Should we timeskip to a few months later to, so Tristan and Chase have had a lot of time together?)

(Yooos :3 get ready peoples, this be the roller coaster of the century)

Chase was getting his things out of his locker, happy he got in at zero hour in hopes of spending time with Tristan before class. He started heading towards his boyfriend’s locker in hopes of spotting him.

Meanwhile… (Could Toby and Tristan’s lockers be right next to each other?)
Toby, wearing his rainbow shirt for his first day at a new school was putting his backpack in his locker. He couldn’t wait for the new school- for the new hot guys he would meet. Toby just couldn’t help the smirk that came to his face.

(Umm yeah sure. That sounds fine.)

Tristan tried not to exert his happiness too much in his stride, but he couldn't really help it. I can't wait to see him…. He stopped by his locker, where some new kid [Toby] was. He never seen him before, but he really didn't mind him.

“Hey,” Toby leaned on his locker, a charming smirk on his face when he saw this cute guy walk in. And he’s my locker neighbor too… “My name’s Toby, and I’d love to know the name of someone as cute as you.”

Meanwhile… cause wouldn’t it be so good if Toby has ALL day to hit on Tristan…
Chase was walking in the direction of Tristan’s locker, but when he was halfway there and uneasy feeling settled in his stomach. He paused, slowing his pace, but the uneasy feeling grew. Before he knew it, he was turning around and sprinting the nearest trash can. He hurled up his breakfast and then some- his face turning green by the second. The next thing he knew a teacher was helping him to the office and someone was calling his dad to pick him up.

(Aaaah! >w<)

Tristan flinched at this guy's voice. He tried to keep himself reserved, but inside, something errupted in the pit of his gut. He's just being courteous…. Without looking at him, he replied plainly, "I'm Tristan…. It's nice to meet you."

“I’m new here, I was wondering if you could show me around the school?” Toby asked casually, stretching so his shirt rode up a bit and revealed some of his abs. Tristan is just so cute and short…

Tristan finished taking his stuff out of his locker, zipping up his sweatshirt before closing his locker.
"I guess there's time."
He turned back, but a fury of flush internally slapped his face. Dear lord!!!

“So…” Toby grinned, ‘casually’ putting his arm over Tristan’s shoulders, “What’s this school like? I just moved from Maine, it’s a lot different over there. Certainly not as many cute guys like you,” He grinned, bumping his hip into Tristan.

He stumbled a little, a heat rising into his face that was uncalled for. "Um… It's okay. People are occasionally nice. Teachers are meh…. Not the best, but can get you by." He tried to get Toby's shoulder off his arm, but it was pretty stubborn. I can't let this happen…. Where on earth is Chase?

Toby used his free arm to scratch his chest, ‘accidentally’ pulling his shirt up with the intent of attracting Tristan. “What’s your home room?” Toby asking, pulling Tristan a little closer so their sides could be flush against each other.

He tried to avoid that sneering look on Toby's face. "[Insert name of English teacher here]," he mumbled a little. When he was pulled to his side, his heart stabbed with a crazy pain of betrayal. I can't let this happen– My heart lies with Chase and Chase only!!

(Lol what is the teacher's name anyway?)

(Let’s just call them Ms. Bares)
“That’s great, I have homeroom with a hotty like you,” Toby grinned even more, rustling his hand in Tristan’s hair before saying, “Ooo, your hair is really soft by the way.” He brushed his hand through Tristan’s hair again, letting out a laugh.

"Ummm… Thanks?" Dear me… He thinks I'm hot… Tristan frowned, knowing trouble was coming if Toby thought he was hot. I…. I guess Chase isn't here today…. His brow furrowed. I thought I saw him, though… Just for a second….

Toby kept his one hand tangled in Tristan’s hair, a smirk still on his face, “I’m free this friday, we should hang out together. Here, give me your number,” Toby pulled out his phone, setting it up to add a contact.

"Er– I dunno… I…." He tried to worm his way out of it. Gosh, what do I do???…. I guess he can't be that bad of a friend…. Although he was hesitant about it, he gave the guy his number, only after getting his first. I'll have to tell him… I have to…. I must…

“I need a contact photo too, of course,” Toby added, then put his phone in selfie mode. He flat out kissed Tristan on the cheek and snapped a photo, then pulled away with a grin faster than a hawk, “Sorry, I couldn’t resist. I’ll see you in first hour, hotty,” Toby turned and briskly walked away, a sense of pride at the photo he took. That would definitely be turning into his screensaver.

Tristan melted in fear, shook hard to the bone. W-What on earth have I gotten myself into? He wiped off where the kid kissed him, nearly feeling tears leak from his eyes. The only pair of lips that should ever touch my face are dad's and Chase's!!!
He dialed his real boyfriend's number and prayed that he'd pick up. C'mon, Chase….

Meanwhile…
Chase was in the middle of hurling when his phone rang. He grabbed, seeing the it was Tristan he answered it, even though the nausea feeling hadn’t left him, “Uh, h-hey Trista- hrk!” Chase threw up into the toilet again, coughing up the last bits when he put the phone back to his ear, “Sorry, th-they say I have food poisoning. I don’t th-think I’ll be back until next Monday, do you think you could get notes for- hrk!“

Tristan didn't really enjoy listening to someone wretch, but it was better than being hounded. "Next Monday…?" He sounded a bit disappointed. "But…. Yeah. I'll get notes for you… And… I really hope you get better…" Because that Toby is really bugging me to no end… The place where the guy kissed him without permission tingled, and he broke a small sweat. "And… Remember… I love you."

“Love you t- I got to go-“ Chase hung up just before he threw up again, letting out a groan afterwards. This week would be a long one…

Tristan hung up minutes after he did and sighed. This is just gonna get worse…. He trudged down to his class, ignoring the entire environment around him. He knew Toby was there, and he did his best to keep his head down.
He swallowed hard. I can't have him do that to me…

Toby was already in class, sitting at the only empty table. Unbeknownst to him, he was sitting in Chase’s usual spot. He was waiting for Tristan, smiling to himself about how great his new school was starting out.