wtftristan

[wtftristan]

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Paris. The most romantic city in the world. Most people could only dream about visiting this historic place. Hayden was one of the few lucky ones. How lucky was she to be there with the love of my life. Yet, it felt like they were a million miles apart. Almost like they were on different planets. It was the worst feeling in the world and she hated it with everything in her. It was a feeling that couldn’t be denied. She felt it and she knew he felt it too. Maybe this was just them imploding like everyone said they would eventually. Getting married at the age of seventeen in a small town was enough to make everyone talk. And boy, did they talk. She’s pregnant, isn’t she? Oh my god, she’s pregnant. Was the most common rumor that she heard around Savannah. Everyone thought they were being slick, catty little whispers, some people didn’t even bother to try to whisper or hide their disapproval. The brunette definitely was not pregnant though. She remembered how hard her and Tristan laughed at that. Pregnant? Them? As if. They never listened to any of it though. That kind of negativity was something they didn’t need in their new life together.   It appeared like the two of them were the only ones happy about the marriage. They were being stupid, they would be divorced within a year. Blah, blah, blah. After awhile, it was all just toned out. She was madly in love with the drummer boy and she was sorry that people couldn’t see that. Their marriage wasn’t supposed to last the year, hell, not even six months. The odds were stacked against them so unbelievably high. Nevertheless, here they were. Three years later and somehow it felt like they were crumbling at the seams. But every marriage went through its hard ships. It certainly didn’t mean they were doomed, did it? Maybe she should’ve listened when everyone said it was a terrible idea, after all. 

The story in Savannah started five years ago. A couple months after her mother had passed away, her dad had packed up their little family and they headed down South to the town the couple had met in all those years ago. In a way, it was the home she never knew she needed. Except at fifteen years old, Hayden absolutely despised the move. All she had ever known was California, her friends were there, her entire life was there. She certainly did not want to be around things that would remind her of her mother even more. A younger version of her mother, but still very much her mother. But Michael Summers had gotten the job as the new chief of police there and her and her older brother Jordan just had to stick it out. Tristan Roe had come into her life like a whirlwind. Her first serious boyfriend and as the chief of police, her dad was all sorts of protective. Curfew was always midnight, not 12:01, not 12:03, midnight. So when the two had announced they were indeed getting married at seventeen, he was not happy. Neither was her brother. Like everyone else, they felt like they were making a huge mistake. More like the biggest mistake of your life, Hay. She just loved Tristan. She loved him enough to know that if him one of them were to die before it was their time, she wanted to be with him for as long as she possibly could. No regrets. Now her family had grown to accept it because well, they had no choice. With Reckless You’s world tour officially under way, she talked to her dad a lot more. He was one of the first few people she told about her being pregnant and the recent tension surrounding her marriage. Come home, sweetheart. You need to be taking care of yourself and the baby. A life on the road is not healthy. He would always tell her and while she considered it, she didn’t know if she could bring herself to leave. 

Current location: backstage at a sold out show, laying down on a couch in another room. By now, she had grown accustomed to all the crazy aspects of tour life.  What she had not grown accustomed to was how bad she could be sick. Typically, the nausea wasn’t that terrible, but today just seemed like an off day. She had watched the first half of the show before she had to go in another room. No one really knew she was pregnant, especially Tristan and if she was honest, she didn’t know how to tell him. Especially around the current tenseness of their relationship.  The nausea feeling had come and gone with the ginger ale they had given her, so she had headed back before the show was completed. Seeing her husband emerge from the curtain, she took a deep breath as she replied.  “Hey Tris,”  It would never get old. Seeing him live his dream every night on that stage. Nonetheless, she was nervous and she knew she shouldn’t have been. They had been married for three years and yet… Whether it was just the tiny human in her moving around or actual nerves, she didn’t know. “Well, girls are definitely out there sobbing their hearts out, so I think you did pretty damn great.” The brunette teased as she pressed her lips to his cheek, sitting down next to him. Hayden had definitely seen the effect Reckless You had on its female fan population. Which resulted in many, many, girls trying to be groupies and hang off the band in the process. “Are you tired?” She questioned softly, her chocolate orbs meeting his.

Living in such a small town where you were labeled as The Married Couple in high school, there were so many flippant questions that poured out of childhood friend’s mouths, along with their jaws sunk flat on the floor. If Tristan had even half of a cent for every time a stranger would ask the hot topic of if they were expecting or if they had gotten married in a rushed attempt to make the whole situation seem coincidental, he was sure that the couple would have been able to surpass Bill Gates and Steve Jobs in that category. After three years of batting the question down, in the back of Tristan’s mind, he started to interrogate himself in if he really wanted this life to begin with. The road was always so tedious, the same routine begging to pull him away from any free time he even thought of accumulating. It was a band, after all. Tristan barely had time to even catch a breath, let alone spend any time with Hayden that he could. With her tagging along on tour, it did grace him with more seconds in the day to see her face when it wasn’t a copycat version on the other side of a quick FaceTime call. He was grateful to be able to memorize her every feature. From her dark, mocha eyes, to the dimple across the lining of her lips that perked up in her every smile. And now, sitting by her in the most romantic city in the world, he could sense the energy from the crowd as the screams settled down. Sometimes, the male reveled in the quiet despite thriving off of the incentive of the power that the fans gave the band. 

But the support of Hayden meant everything. 

His sweaty cheek curled out a half smile as he nodded at his wife’s words. Licking his lower lip with his tongue, Tristan raised an eyebrow at her, a soft chuckle surpassing his lips. “The only girl I’m worried about is my wife.” He reiterated, calloused fingertips grazing the divot in her elbow. His index finger traced along the soft lines of her arms as he pressed his head to the side of her chest. Letting out a collected and heavy sigh, another set of laughter filled his lungs. “Tired? I’m not tired. Never of you,” he responded, his thumb padding at the middle of Hayden’s chin as he brushed her skin with the softest touch. She was always selfless in the way that made Tristan want to model himself after her. It was always a constant battle, but one he strove to make right every day. “How are you? Are you tired? It must be exhausting listening to the same set of songs seven days a week, twenty four hours a day.” He added, a slight smirk forming on the corners of his lips. Now with the concert officially dead in the night, all of his attention would be put aside for the only girl in the world Tristan wanted to even think of talking to.

#( the first. )

[wtftristan]

The city of love. It was ironic, wasn’t it? Tristan Roe had been in a love affair for so long, it almost sounded illegal. Music had always been his passion since he could pick up any spoon on the kitchen table and whack on his mother’s scattered plastic tubs and containers. The calamity of noise soon turned from a place of true integration and development to annoyance. Jolene Roe had spent many a nights wide eyed and slightly less than bushy tailed due to her son’s constant need to make noise. No amount of coddling or bargaining would refute or temper his love for the soothing rattle of the beat of a snare drum to a wooden flair. His foot tapping on the foot pedal as it rang through his room with a vibrating vengeance. There was something about the euphoric high he got every time he stepped into his drum set chair and allowed every other outstanding obstacle at the floor and it all melted away with one reassuring stomp of his foot. It was rare to find many friends that were capable of discerning his fervent devotion to the drum kit as it laid in front of him. In high school, he wasn’t known for his skills on the ball field or his artistic ability to put pen to paper or a paint brush to a canvas. He wasn’t even popular for his grades, but if there was one thing he was known for, it was for the irrevocable love of music. And what better way to extend that love of music than to start a band? After little deliberation with his high school inmates, Reckless You was born. Little did Tristan realize just how much it would flip his world upside down. Some would argue he would never make it in the world of rock and roll, that he and his friends would eventually break up, leading on an uneventful and unfulfilling legacy. But one thing that made his story even more intriguing, was this: he got married.

It wasn’t as if Tristan had been looking through every nook and cranny of Savannah, Georgia to find a wife. But it wasn’t as if she just fell into his lap either. Hayden Summers had always been there, a looming ray of light that -- up until their decision to get married -- Tristan hadn’t turned around to notice. She quickly took hold of his heart, much like music did, but in a disparate way. Much like teenagers, they acted quickly. And without much of an engagement, in the morning they were  boyfriend and girlfriend, and by downfall, titled husband and wife. So he had two loves in his life, and the male couldn’t have been any more placid. Through their first three years of marriage, it would’ve been cliche to say there weren’t leaps and bounds that they had progressed through together. Yet after every small dissension, every silent gaze, and every sleepless night following, he couldn’t have believed that he’d fallen more in love with her than the second earlier. Hayden was his rock, she had managed to mold the once insolent, tempestuous and bold boy, to a much more courteous, calm, and meek individual. The past was in the past, but to Tristan, the future was unknown.

Right now? Sweat strained over his already damp strands of hair that fell in the corners of his eyes, his drum sticks sticky to the touch. The roar of the echoing crowd in a sold out arena in the middle of Paris, France was the picture he’d dreamt about for years. The pulsing ring of their music filling the ears of thousands, his eyes scanning over the equipment and faces of his familiar bandmates, and a microphone hovering over his head. With the smile that was presented on his face there was little to deter of what lurked in the backstage curtain. A world tour was one small step for man, but one enormous step for mankind. Mankind meaning Reckless You. Yet he was eagerly and constantly reminded of the life he had back in the small town of Savannah. And it was clear that after the tour was over, he was still that boy from the south. But a world tour had it’s high excess of demands, one in particular being his time. If it wasn’t band practice, it was studio production for their EP, and prematurely noted album. It was sessions spent in the break room cranking out lyrics, humming catchy melodies, and all the while attempting to not forget the songs already drilled into his head. The band was all he had, all he wanted, and for the moment, all he could think about. The truth about having two loves in his life, was the scarcity of attention he would inevitably be giving to one and not the other. For the moment, the only break from his music came in the form of an ended show. And the drummer knew as much that Hayden would surely be hidden behind the black curtain, which almost felt like a wall slicing them from even less human contact than before.

“Thanks for coming out, everybody. We’re Reckless You. Nous t'aimons, Paris.”

The lead singer accounted for to the frenzy of still hysterical crowd before them. With one last wave as a gesture of the closing of the show, Tristan hesitated before following suit and exiting off to the left stage. There, he would have to face his marital issues head on, and eventually have to talk to his wife. Yet in this moment, Tristan much rather would’ve wanted to empty the contents that didn’t exist in his stomach. Tossing both sticks on the nearby couch, his body followed as he collapsed onto the small love seat, his legs laid flat on the floor. For the first time in what felt like more than twenty four hours, he closed his eyes shut, his hands immediately rubbing at his cheeks. Then, as soon as he opened them there was what lied before him. “Hayden...” He chocked out. Eyes darted up as he straightened his posture, Tristan bit his lip with his teeth, a heavy breath leveling out of his chest as he felt it constrict and ache with guilt. “How did we do? Did you have fun? Come here.” He coaxed tenderly, patting a place next to him on the small cushion of the couch. He couldn’t avoid her like the plague, not when she had risked her own life just to be on the same tour bus as him.

#( the first. ) #hi you can call me trash #bc this is a fucking mess wow :') #but ily goodbye emotions