Having Fun[open]

[tristan alexander hawkins.]

Tristan was confused, confused and pissed off mixed with a large helping of sadness as he stared at his surroundings. He was sitting in the lounge of Pencey academy but he wasn’t ‘lounging’ or doing whatever he was supposed to be doing in the lounge. Instead he was sitting tensely in a chair that was towards the corner of the room watching with wide, honey colored eyes that showed his emotions clearly. He shouldn’t be in this place, he should be at home ignoring his father’s rants about religion and peering over his mother’s shoulder to see what was for supper. However he was in Pencey, he was in the lounge and those thoughts were basically pointless since he was probably never going to see his parents again. It wasn’t like he wanted to see them either, he hated them now and they hated him even if his mother would never say that out loud her actions were enough of a clear message; he was a disappointment, he was the problem child who wasn’t needed certainly wasn’t wanted.

He sighed heavily, letting his head thump back against the chair so he could stare up at the ceiling instead of watching the room. In attempt to drown out the depression that seemed to want to engulf him, Tristan popped in his earbuds and turned the volume on his I-pod up as long as he could. Tristan shuffled through the songs and giggled softly as the Time Warp song came on. There wasn’t anything better than a meaningless song to cheer him up. He moved his fingers along to the beat as he tried to replicate the dance with them. It was probably not the most normal thing to be doing on his first day at the school but he didn’t feel like hiding his hyper personality under layers of fake personalities; he just wanted to have fun for now to take his mind off of where he was. Besides, no one was in the lounge anyways. He gave the lounge a cautious glance before grinning and standing up from the chair. He closed his eyes and followed the directions that the voices were singing, biting his lip to stop his grin from growing. No one was going to see him so letting loose a little wouldn’t hurt.

[mischa darling carter.]

"This place isn't as private as you think," Mischa stated, leaning against the door, her thin arms crossed over her chest, "Not to say it isn't nice to see someone let loose every once in a while."

[tristan alexander hawkins.]

Tristan snapped his eyes open and froze at the sight of the girl near the door. He felt his blood rush to his face in a flush and he ducked his head down to hide his emberassment at being seen. He peered up at the girl and shifted awkwardly as he tugged his earbuds out of his ears. "I...well...there wasn't anybody in here at first" he mumbled trying to will his face to go back to it's normal color instead of remaining beet red.

[mischa darling carter.]

"Well lucky I just saw you then and not one of the many gorgeous guys floating around here," Mischa laughed, stepping into the lounge and holding out her hand, "I'm Mischa. Mischa Carter."
He was adorable. This was true. But oh so very gay! And she had Hannah.

[tristan alexander hawkins.]

At the thought of having one of the guys see him dancing, Tristan's face flamed even brighter and he let his bangs drop into his eyes to try and shield some of the blush. He glanced up as the girl held her hand out and bit his lip to repress a groan as he noticed that he was the same height as her. Why couldn't he have been born to tall parents?

Hesitantly he took her hand and gave her a lopsided smile while trying to forget his embarrassment. "I...um I'm Tristan Hawkins.Salutations earthling...okay I'm sorry, that was dorky." He shrugged his shoulders and tried to make up for his stupidity by giving the girl a wide smile that made the edges of his eyes crinkle. She couldn't hate him even if he was a dork if he smiled, right?

[mischa darling carter.]

"Well, hello Tristan!" Mischa exclaimed, smiling at him, "And please, here! Dorky is endearing. I'm so done with guys strutting around like they're all that and a bag of skittles. But personally, I just can't taste the rainbow with them."
Laughing at her statement, Mischa pushed Tristan's hair out of his eyes, "Nice eyes. And stop blushing. I am not at all blush worthy. Nor are the thoughts I implant in your mind."

[tristan alexander hawkins.]

Tristan couldn't stop the giggle that escaped his throat at the girl's words and he quickly ducked his head to silence his laughter that sounded more like it was coming from a five year old or a girl than from a teenage male.
The blush on his cheeks flamed brighter for a moment before he finally got it to die down to just a light pink color. "Oh, but fair maiden you are highly worthy of blushes," he said with a smile. The smile slipped away after a moment and his brow furrowed with confusion and question as he thought back to how hard it had been for him to make friends at his other schools. If they hadn't wanted to be nice to him then why was this girl being nice? Usually by this point the people he tried to talk to would just give him odd looks before walking away and he mentally prepared himself for the moment for when that would happen with Mischa.

[mischa darling carter.]

Looking around, Mischa realized that talking was no fun. Well it was but not without a little jump start. Smiling, Mischa tackled Tristan to the ground, "You are my new gay best friend!"

[tristan alexander hawkins.]

Tristan let out a squeak- a very, very manly squeak, of course- as he was tackled. Laughter bubbled from his chest and he gave Mischa a happy grin. "Okay...then you are also my new gay or well...bisexual? I'm not sure....you're my new best friend in general!"

[mischa darling carter.]

"YAY!" Mischa exclaimed, hugging the boy, "And bi...very very bi." Deciding gettng up wasn't worth it, she laid there on the lounge floor cuddling the boy.