wouldnt it be nice (tristan)

[felix blanc]

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[atrb=vAlign,top][style=background-color: #fafafa; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 9px; text-align: center; width: 300px; text-transform: lowercase; color: #494949; margin-top: 3px; margin-left: 3px;]words 462 · tags tristan!! · notes stupid felix[/style][style=background-color: #fafafa; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 9px; color: #494949; padding: 5px; width: 290px; margin-left: 3px; text-align: justify; margin-top: 5px; height: 180px; overflow: auto;]It was chilly out today, but nothing Felix couldn't handle. It was still pretty bright outside and right after that vicious basketball practice, he needed a little fresh air. He had on a light sports jacket and track pants, and he was still a little out of breath from running all those lay ups, but he really needed to study for this math test tomorrow. He didn't actually need to study, the boy was going to pass with a perfect mark... but for Felix, you could never study enough. The boy, ran his free hand through his damp blue hair and looked around the courtyard for a place where he could settle down with his books. He saw an open patch of grass, right next to a tree and a small smile appeared on his face. "Perfect," he whispered, as he walked forward toward it. It was always odd how excited he got to study... it was just him going over the same question until it was burned into his mind but he loved doing it. He loved the feeling of knowing something inside and out, only then could he feel comfortable with taking the test. The spot he had in mind turned out to be more popular than he thought. As he got closer, he realized that he wasn't the only one trying to sit by it. Oh well, it was still a good spot. Sitting down, Felix put down his text book and notebook and pulled his pen out if his pocket, ready to be the most boring child on the planet. But Felix never got to studying though. Once he had placed down all of his stuff, someone had come along and kicked his textbook closed. Felix looked upward, clearly confused as to why someone would do something like that. He was looking up at some unfamiliar boy glaring down at him, "Can I help you?" He asked, trying to reach for textbook again. The guy stepped on the textbook, and pushed it away. "Nope, no studying for little Felix." The guy smirked, bending down to Felix's level. Felix cocked his head to the side, only getting more confused. "Why not?" The guy only leaned closer, his look clearly menacing. "You don't remember me? I was trying out for that point guard too." Felix frowned, trying to remember, "Ah yes! You needed to work on your blocking." He wasn't trying to start a fight... he was just being honest. The boy flinched, "Well do you think you could play with a broken hand Felix" Felix thought about it for a while, still completely oblivious. "No... I don't think I could." He really didn't know that he was about to get his ass kicked. [/style][style=background-color: #fafafa; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 9px; text-align: center; width: 300px; text-transform: lowercase; color: #494949; margin-top: 5px; margin-left: 3px; margin-bottom: -3px;]template by john of ote & btn[/style]

[TRISTAN TORRES]

Snuggling deep within the comfort of his warm blanket, Tristan curled himself into a tight little ball, fast asleep in a deep slumber. The boy had been like this for at least two hours. Instead of doing his homework after school, he favored a nap and blissful sweet dreams.

Stirring out of his sleep, Tristan scrunched himself in a tight ball before uncurling his stiff limbs . He stretched himself, and his tight bundles of sheets unraveled around him. A small yawn escaped his lips as he pushed the blanket farther off of his body. He sat up, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes and yawned again before slipping out of his bed.

He looked at his desk and the pile of homework that sat there collecting dust. To do homework or go for a walk?

"Going for a walk it is." Tristan slide his shoes back on and tied them tightly before leaving the dorm. Merrily, he skipped down the hall to the elevator whistling a happy tune before going down. In fact, he skipped all the way to the nice and peaceful grassy area of the front gate where most students came to relax or study.

When Tristan arrived, the front gate was anything but peaceful.

"Nope, no studying for little Felix." Tristan's jaw dropped at the sight of a bully intimidating some second year. Tristan was quite sure he knew the second year...Felix...his name? Something like that. Meanwhile Tristan watched the altercation with an unpleased frown. He would wait for the bully to walk away before comforting the oddly-color haired boy. How did he get his hair so blue? A really nice shade of blue too...like crayon blue. Like in a 24 pack of crayola...better yet, an eight would do.

"Well do you think you could play with a broken hand Felix"

"You let go of him mister bully!" Tristan, face puffed out and red, marched over to the two. The stranger stopped and casted his glare on Tristan, but the little brunette found himself unafraid of some bully.

Fuck off kid. This is between me and Felix.

"No!" Tristan responded calmly before taking Felix by the arm.

"He's my friend, and we're going to have ice cream together and talk about ponies and romance. And you're not invited because you're just one big meany face! If you try to hurt us, I'll report you for harr-um....harress- that thingy where you bother people and get thrown in jail with the meanie faces for!"

With that statement, Tristan pulled Felix off in the opposite direction. At that moment, the aggressive student stepped forward swing his fist. Instintively, Tristan dodged the punch before kicking the bully in the shin as hard as possible. He fell over into the grass howling in pain.

"We should run while he's still on the ground." Tristan spoke to Felix, pulling him along as he sprinted along the front gates.

[felix blanc]

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[atrb=vAlign,top][style=background-color: #fafafa; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 9px; text-align: center; width: 300px; text-transform: lowercase; color: #494949; margin-top: 3px; margin-left: 3px;]words 355 · tags tristan!! · notes boooppp[/style][style=background-color: #fafafa; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 9px; color: #494949; padding: 5px; width: 290px; margin-left: 3px; text-align: justify; margin-top: 5px; height: 180px; overflow: auto;] Felix always thought that having book smarts was enough to get him by, but clearly that wasn't the case here. He was about to get into a fight, and he didn't even know it. Felix was still sitting in confusion staring at the boy who was basically about to break his hand, when a brown haired boy ran up and started shouting at his bully. Felix blinked, his blue eyes scanning over the boy. He was familiar, hmm what was his...Tristan. Yeah, he remembered seeing him on the sophomore class list. Tristan Torres was coming to his 'rescue'. The blue haired boy leaned forward, interested in the plot developing in front of him. Tristan was scolding the boy, telling him to leave Felix alone and to stop bullying him. He was being...bullied? Is that what had happened? Felix thought back on the events and added bullying to the mix... Ah yes it all clicked now. The threats, the jealously, Felix connected the dots and was actually shocked. He had almost got his ass kicked... oops. The boy took him by the arm and Felix's eyes widened. "Wha--" He breathed, as the boy rambled on about them being friends and talking about ponies and getting ice cream together. He was starting to get pulled in the other direction when the other guy swung at them. Felix flinched, but Tristan just dodged it and kicked him hard in the shin. 'Ouch' Felix thought, and he was tugged again. "Ah-- but my books," he said quietly, his free arm reaching out toward his books. He didn't really have time to collect them, because as Tristan had said, the boy was already getting up and he looked even moire pissed than before. Huh. Interesting. He followed Tristan as he was pulled along, and he felt some sort of overwhelming feeling to say something. "Uh... Thanks for that by the way." acts of kindness always struck a cord in Felix, and he felt embarrassed. Was he really that stupid? Not to realize how he was about to get beat up? [/style][style=background-color: #fafafa; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 9px; text-align: center; width: 300px; text-transform: lowercase; color: #494949; margin-top: 5px; margin-left: 3px; margin-bottom: -3px;]template by john of ote & btn[/style]