The Shy Mystic (O/O)(closed)

(Yeah sure… Maybe a few weeks but after school?)

(Yeah)

Tristan was grabbing his stuff from his locker, shoving his notebook and his lunchbox in his backpack. He looked around to see if Chase was nearby, but he didn't have all the time in the world to wait for him– he needed to start on-time so he could get his full hour of practice in.
Come on… Please hurry….

Chase spotted Tristan by his locker, and he was already smiling. His heart fluttered like a butterfly -something that had become harder and harder to suppress lately- and tried to ignore it as he approached, “Hey Tristan!”

Tristan mirrored his smile and greeted him nicely, "Hey Chase– glad you could make it!" Although he wanted to chat and all, he began to pick up the pace. "I decided to wait for you, but since we aren't already there, we need to kinda hurry…" He's doing so much better… And I love it… I guess happiness is contagious…

“Alright,” Chase kept pace wth a smile as the went to the music room. He dropped off his backpack off at the door as usual, the went to pull up a chair near the piano, already excited to hear Tristan play.

Tristan adjusted the stool before getting on it, setting his usual book on the stand. “I’ve never seen you so eager before….”He flipped to the most recent song he just “mastered” and began to play as perusual.

Chase listened intently, his grin keeping up. His heart fluttered a little bit more, just being here with Tristan. And today he forgot to suppress it, excitedly listening to Tristan. He’s just so cute and perfect…

Tristan went on playing, occasionally humming a phrase or two. It's so nice to have some company…. Especially company that's welcoming… He felt a warm pulse of heat pass through his body. …and hot….

Chase couldn’t stop the smile on his face as Tristan played, losing track of the time. The music was just so beautiful, and Chase couldn’t stop staring at Tristan for some reason.

Tristan was lucky that his hands and feet didn’t cramp up during the song, but unfortunately, it ended what he thought was a little too soon. I wish this kind of thing could last forever… “Well…. I guess…. I guess it’s time again….” He smiled, glancing at the clock. “But I can always be happy knowing there will be a next time.” Tristan adverted his gaze to Chase.

“Yeah, I just love hearing you play,” Chase said, standing and walking over to Tristan. He pulled him into a hug without thinking, but couldn’t force himself to pull away quite yet, trying to savor it as long as he could without being suspicious.

Tristan returned Chase’s hug, feeling better than ever. “Well, I love it when someone’s here to say that they love hearing me play,” He admitted, resting his head on his shoulder. I’ve… I never felt like this in my life… He squeezed Chase tight and made sure to never let go. Do…. There’s no way this is truly happening…

When Tristan started to hug him tighter, there wasn’t a way Chase could force himself to pull away. And then of course his mouth made his predicament worse, “Well you music is perfect, and I love it. J-Just like you, you’re perfect, and I love-“ And I love you. Chase swallowed, not daring move in case Tristan pull away.

Tristan felt a tiny flame spark in his gut. Was today the day he was going to tell him how he really felt? “Say what you need to….” He smiled warmly. “I’m here to listen…” He’s so complimentary…. Tristan bit his lip. “And…. what’d you say? I… I don’t think you ever finished your sentence.”

“I………” Chase pulled back, only slightly -so they were still hugging- so he could see Tristan’s beautiful eyes. Their noses were a breath away from touching, and their lips- Chase could barely form words, “I…… love……………”

"Don't be afraid," Tristan noticed his heavy hesitation, and began massaging Chase's back with his fingers. "I…. I'm here for you… Always…" He's everything I could ever want…

(Happy Thanksgiving!!! 🦃🍽)
Chase’s hands started to shake with nervousness. His brain was screaming at him to stop, to push away, to leave, but his heart roared to just say the d-mning words that meant everything to him. “I… love……” Chase wanted to kiss him. He wanted it so dang bad. But he forced himself to stay put, to not finish that d-mming sentence. Because he should be grateful for their friendship. Chase couldn’t take the risk to break that friendship.

(Lo you too (I don't have a turkey emoji oof))

"Well… Um… I guess I shouldn't force you to say something you don't want." Tristan felt a pin of sadness pop his heart of warm happiness. ….Does he not want me anymore? Am I not enough?

(Lol)
“But, I-“ Chase cut himself off, but only for a second, “Tristan… d-do you like me?” A question that could be interpreted either way- as just a friendly question or arpsking about something more. The way Tristan answered would dictate if Chase would finally get his feeling under control or not.

Tristan didn't think one second before answering him, "Of couse I do," He smiled smugly, the warmth of love reconstructing itself in his heart. He brought a hand around, putting it against the side of Chase's face. He' so wonderful…

Chase was practically melting in Tristan’s arms. Chase wanted him to kiss him, he wanted it so dang bad. He lost all words, staring at Tristans’s lips with a tiny need in his eyes.

Tristan was in the midst of a good moment, and he never wanted it to end, no matter what it cost. He noticed the tiny glint in Chase's eyes, and said, "If there's anything you want to tell me, I won't judge… I'll listen to you…" He really got nervous when he went silent– What was he thinking? Was he regretting his choices of being with him??

“I really like you too…” Chase murmured, his heart hammering in his chest. He wouldn’t be surprised if Tristan could feel the pounding since they were so close. Chase didn’t know how to stop the burning feeling of attraction to Tristan in his chest this time, it was too strong.

Tristan felt like he could just fall asleep– With Chase's comfort and warmth, he never wanted to go back to reality.
However, as he was just about to close his eyes to listen to his wonderful heart, his phone rang. Loudly.
He jumped back, a face full of embarrassed heat.

Chase jumped back too, face redder than a fire truck as he stared at the floor. What have I done? He felt like a freak, a guy misplaced in the world because of the traitorous thoughts of loving Tristan.

With a frantic shuffle, Tristan pulled his ringing phone from his backpack. When he recognized his mom's cell phone number, he trembled his fear as he picked up. "H-Hello?"
His mother howled at him, forcing him to flinch out of reflex. "Where the hell are you!!? It's quarter after four!!!"
Tristan fumbled over his words, but his mom didn't let him speak. "I'll shread Graham if that's what it takes to get you to be on time!!"
His face drained of color, and he was left completely silent, holding his breath.

“W-What was that about?” Chase asked quietly, chewing his lip. Just need to be platonic, nothing more, that moment meant nothing. He clenched his fists a little bit behind his back, hoping the redness had left his face.

Tristan wiped a tear in his eye– "Mom, I'll be out in a second… I promise. Bye."
"Tristan–!!!!" He hung up before she managed to say anymore, turning to Chase with a placid paleness in his face. "What was what about? The phone call, or….?" Don't tell me he's not interested in me anymore… His brow creased with worry.

“The phone call, what happened?” Chase asked with concern, worry etched all over his face. He took Tristan’s hand without realizing, chewing his lip, “Is everything okay?”