manderbear17

"So, if you got it when you were 16, then how old are you now?" She asked as they walked through the front door. "I turned 17 last month, Halloween, actually." "Oh, well happy late birthday, then." "Hey there, Tristan, how ya doin', who's this?" The waitress asked as they sat down. "Hey Jess, good I guess, you?" "Oh, the normal, now answer my other question." "Oh, this is Scarlett, my new neighbor; she decided to walk to school today, but I found her and decided to give her a drive. Scarlett, this is my aunt Jessie. I'll just take what I have every day, along with orange juice." Scarlett waved to her and then Jess handed her a men

 "What does your tattoo say?" "Oh, uh 'Forged through Fire', my dad used to say it all the time about me. I got it for my 16th birthday." Tristan said a little shakily, looking down at his arm. "What do you mean about you?" She asked after a minute, obviously sensing his unease. "If you don't mind me asking." "I used to always ask my dad if we could have bonfires and I always played with his lighters. I just felt so attached to fire, but that sounds really weird. Once when I was about 7, I went to a school picnic thing and I used to get bullied all the time, well I still do, but anyway, some kid pushed my into the fire that was there."

Once Tristan was out of the shower, he checked to make sure is head wasn't bleeding anymore and he got dressed. He threw on black skinny jeans and a light blue, darker blue stripped V-neck tee, along with the black rings in his lower lip. He stared at his pale grey eyes, thinking. Well, maybe she'll be in my school; she looked 16, a year younger than me. And, maybe today I could try to look presentable instead of soaking wet from the snow and covered in blood. Jeez, it's like I'm obsessed. After combing out his hair and making sure it was actually straight, he went downstairs and watched the snow fall. His mom still wasn't up by the time he w