Melody relazed a little bit when he placed his hand on hers. It made her feel like she was accepted, and nothing was being rushed. She liked him, a lot. She really did. She wanted to get to know him more. He told her about the basketball, but she knew there was more. He wasn’t telling her something, but maybe he just wanted more trust. He could trust her, but she understood it. She had trust issues too. She let it go and just looked up at him. “I love your aint’s it is a part of you. It makes me smile. Melody took a chip and dipped it in the dip. There weren’t many chips left, so they were going to start having to head out soon but that was okay. She was ready to go and have some fun. She got what she wanted to get off her chest so it wasn’t as bad.
“You were on the basketball team? Nice, I don’t know how to play. I am not that very good at sports, I can only run, as you know. Besides that nothing, you are a mighty find looking basketball player.” It slipt out of her mouth, and she hoped that he wouldn’t care to much. It was her being flirtatious but not even trying to be at the same time. “You don’t scare me, not yet at least. I don’t think you will. You are who you are, and I like that.” They finished the chips, and she got up and ut it on the trash can. Walking back over she grabbed her purse and looked at him, “You ready for some rides?” She said taking his hand in hers.
He smiled seeing her calm down as he Zane realized they were almost done eating and decided it was time to stop the oh so seriousness of the situation and finish the chips and have fun. He hoped he wouldn’t have a another anxiety attack, another weird freak out. But nonetheless whatever happened he would force himself to get back to normal. He wasn’t going to get caught, especially not in an amusement park. He took another chip and seeing their hands were still in place slightly wiggeld his hand, moving slightly away.
“Uh, baseball.” he mumbled before shrugging his shoulders, “I don’t mind though, I ain’t much of a runner but making home runs is my thing.” he grinned remembering the days of running bases and hitting home runs, the smell of peanuts and victory in the air. He smiled weakly at Melody trying to get out of the nostalgic feeling, “Oh just wait.” he whispered. She was saying that now, but once she found out he was a murderer, a crazy guy with voices in his head, then she’ll be freaked out. When she mentioned something about him being fine he nodded and laughed, “Why thank ya, but you’re nice lookin’ too.” he shrugged not trying to be as flirty but a more sincere, like he was seeing in this situation. He got up once Melody was ready to go, looking at their hands, still together he shrugged and nodded, “Sure.”
Tristan nodded slightly. “Oh… nice. Kind of same… one of my caregivers was English, and the other one was Scottish.. so I picked it up in a mix,” he said. All his childhood, he had no one else to talk to besides Eliza and Alex, so, naturally, he got a mix of both of their accents. His eyes trailed to some of the books and he started to read the back of one. His head picked up again as Mat asked him. “Around here,” he said with a slight shrug. “Rolling Hills born and raised.” Or as much of raised as his home life could get. A smile flickered across his face. With minimal things to be able to do around the house, YouTube had become a source of amusement for Tristan. It was kinda amazing what some people would put on the internet.
Of course, everyone here had a different backstory. Some where horrible, but there were a few nice ones too. Besides, this camp was supposedly for misfits and misbehaviors, right? They had all led different lives, but at least they could all get together here and semi-learn from eachother. Heck, Tristan was learning a lot here. Probably more than he had with the tutors (mainly because he had already read all the books). “Really?” he asked, titling his head. “Home schooling was nice… but when I was younger, I think I would of liked to have tried normal school.” When he was younger, and not terrified of people. Tristan nodded in agreement. “Yeah… it can be nice to get to know other people.”
Mathew nodded as he listened to the details of Tristan’s life, his ears perking up everytime a little detail came up. He had to keep in mind those things, the way he was home schooled and his mom wasn’t around much but still there. He liked to remember his accent and the way he didn’t know what P.E was. Little details helped shape people when you wanted to remember them, and Mat definitely wanted to remember Tristan once they parted ways at the end of summer.
It was interesting hearing the stories too, hearing where everyone came from. The stories were the same style, born and beginnings to the middle with the ends thankfully not done yet. Tristan’s story was one of the many he hear as he could recall Marie and her eating disorder and Rory with her always working parents. He could recall Alex losing someone and so on so forth. They were stories, they were the lives of people. They were what made up the people he learned to love and Mat adored hearing them.
“Well it’s never too late, you can try it now, and if it doesn’t work out go back to homeschooling. You’re about 16 or 17 right?’ he furrowed an eyebrow, “You can totally still go for it, it’s never too late Trist. And you’ll probably be the top of the class, always fun.”
Alex smiled into the kiss, his hand coming up to brush against Mat’s cheek as he made the kiss deeper. His stomach flopped as they reached the top of the ferris wheel and started to come back down. He half heard the operator telling them to cut it out and he laughed against Mat’s lips, sucking in a deep breathe and kissing him even deeper just to piss off the irate man.
He felt his hand against his cheek, shivers going down Mat’s back as he did so feeling his kiss deeper. The way his stomach did backflips and the feeling of Alex against him, the two of them so close had made Mat smile, a bit more at ease, a bit more happy as he kissed Alex back stopping to turn to the operator yell at them, an eye roll at his face as he stuck his tongue out at the guy, “Funny thing if he makes us stay here for revenge it won’t be a too bad.”
Yeah, you’re the most serious person of all serious people. Your mother most be so proud.
My mother is proud. I won a medal for being serious.
Ah I see. We’re doing good I hope. She went out of camp for awhile but now she’s back. So I guess we’ll see.
I’m sure you to are doing great. Glad to hear though she’s back, I missed her too. Going on a date sometime.
Yeah, that’s my plan. I’m going to cook for her.
Aw that’s sweet, she’s going to love it.
Alex grinned at Mat and led him over to the ferris wheel, buying two tickets. ”I just want to have a great time with you away from camp. If there’s anything you really want to do just let me know and we can do that, okay?”
Once they were loaded into the seat and locked in they began to move up the ferris wheel. He laughed and squeezed Mat’s hand. ”Yes, quite the show indeed.”
Mat laughed as he saw him being led to the ferris wheel walking with Alex quickly a little too excited, “I’m sure I’ll have a blast.” he told him before looking back to Alex, “I’m with you aren’t I? That’s fun enough.” As they were getting in he walked into the seat seeing it slowly go up, a squeeze to his hand Mat turned to Alex and smiled weakly, “It is.” he told him kissing him.
Tristan had probably had more opportunities to get his mother’s attention when he was younger. When he would actually appear at the stair case. Then again, after a few boy friends, and then his realization that his mother kinda didn’t want anything to do with him, he had stopped going. He had started leaning more on Brandon, as he became more and more of his surrogate older brother. He had never had a doubt in his mind… until he was twelve, that was. Ah well, he could of had it worse…
“Sounds alright to me,” the sixteen year old said, semi concentrating on the way he used to speak when he was younger. Mixed Scottish and English accent. It came a bit more naturally than to someone who had never spoken it before. “Better than some of the other people I’ve heard on YouTube,” he said a grin still subtly on his face. Seriously, a lot of things on YouTube could get pretty bad. Tristan slightly shook his head. “No… just me, my tutors, and my endless books,” he said, trying to think back to when the tutors would actually come. Soon, they all petered out as the money stopped and Tristan started to outgrow them. “It… It wasn’t that bad though… I guess. I mean, used to it, you know,” he sighed with a slight shrug.
He smiled, “It’s my original accent. My parents are both British so it was sort of in the air, spread on to me.” Mat flipped through the books, peering every once when he found something interesting, “That’s an interesting voice though, are you from here or some where else?” Mat questioned before nodding his head at the youtube comment remembering late nights laughing at people trying to imitate this or that and sounding like total nitwits.
Again he nodded and with a shrug of his shoulders Mat smiled agreeing. Sure maybe it was because life was different for him, being in public school and everything and when he was Tristan’s age he was sure he wanted nothing to do with people at school, “I assume so, I wanted it to be like that too when I was your age.” he chuckled, “But it’s nice to be out sometimes, summer camp taught me that.”
You’re welcome, I’d tell you more but you might topple over.
I probably would, it’s impossible for me to take you seriously.
Oh please I’m the most serious person ever.
Yeah yeah, I’m pretty excited to be here still. Haha, well good. I need to see where the parties are or something because it’s been a little dead when I first got here, haha.
It kind of has hasn’t it, well I’m not much of a party person but it seems to be popular around here. Glad to know you’re excited, I like your optimism.