DIRTY LITTLE SECRET|TRYST SMITH (FAKES) X READER|PART 1
(A/N: So someone (Illi, looking at you) got me into another show so who am I but just a girl forced to write for it? This will come out every Wednesday but make no mistake I'm not post three series a week after this one ends, I just can't do it haha. But enjoy the extra uploads while you can. :))
WARNINGS: drug use/abuse, alcohol, addiction, cheating, implied domestic abuse (not by Tryst), cheating, implied smut, pining, general angst, etc.
What's Playing: "stupid song" ~Olivia Rodrigo
Life was so much easier before high school, spending time together, sleepovers, birthday parties, everything that made kids crazy. You and Trystan had known each other all your life, growing up down the street from each other. Neither of you were entirely sure how the friendship started, it was just a matter of him noticing you playing on the street by yourself, drawing something in chalk. He'd come up, sat beside you and joined in without even a word passed at first.
You'd both sat in silence, drawing and colouring in your creations, before Trystan started talking about nonsensical things, what show he watched that morning, what he had for lunch, his new preference for crusts on his sandwich and how mature of him that was. It was nothing serious, and you liked that. The bullying at school was already too much to handle, you could never be perfect. There was always something about you that someone had a problem with, would tear apart in the mean middle school ways that left you crying by yourself. You missed before then, when it was nap times and colouring, before the world started to seem too real.
"You go to the same school I do."
You nod, you'd seen Trystan in the halls, always getting in trouble for something. Always intrigued by who he was and what he did to get sent to the principles office so much, but you'd never had the courage to approach him, or anyone.
"That's awesome, I'll sit with you at lunch." He gave you a lopsided grin.
Trystan gives you a look, as if the idea that he wouldn't stick to his word was absurd. "I'll see you tomorrow."
You'd expected Trystan not to keep his word, leaving you to eat alone once more. But no sooner had you done another curious glance around the lunchroom did Trystan set his tray down beside you.
You look at him in surprise. "You're here?"
"I said I would be, didn't I?"
"I just thought you'd change your mind."
"Why would I do that? Look, I've seen how the other kids pick on you, but don't worry, I'll protect you."
Your eyes shone with admiration. "You mean it?"
"Sure I do, I'll always protect you."
Everything changed in high school, the ease with which the two of you interacted became strained. Two losers who found comfort in each other now in different leagues. Trystan continued to be himself, a burnout who spent his time behind the school getting high instead of focusing on his studies. While you soared. He wasn't sure what exactly had happened but something about you shifted which drew in popularity. As a freshman, things had been the same, artsy, nerdy, keeping him from failing but just barely, the dynamic shifted when you met. Him.
When you got your first boyfriend, the popular smart kid, what once was shattered. You ran with a different crowd, one that didn't appreciate his type. Your group was made up of the jocks, the geniuses, anyone who was anyone. It wasn't the eighties anymore, cliques were divided based on who knew the best people, not what special interest they had. Somehow you'd fit in, flawlessly melted into their group while Trystan stood by the sidelines, watching and silently cheering you on. But all of it was bittersweet.
Trystan wanted the best for you, he always had. And yet seeing you with someone else while he'd been hoping that you'd look at him in the same you did to your boyfriend crushed him inside. He'd never pushed you, never wanted to risk the friendship, hoping that you'd take notice of him the same way he had of you. Trystan didn't know exactly what sparked the shift, but one day the idea of dating and kissing was gross, the next he caught himself staring at you. His mood lightened every time he thought of you, smiled when you came in the room. All his thoughts were of you, and he waited for your calls. His heart fluttered whenever he saw you, it was this all consuming fire that made him want to be a better person for you.
He was still happy that you'd found someone, no matter how much it hurt to see you with him. Even if he wished to be in that position instead, Trystan wasn't going to stop being there for you. Despite how your new friends pushed him to the back. They looked down on him, thinking that you could do so much better in the friend department. Slowly they started limiting your time, making you feel bad for spending your free moments with anyone but them. Trystan understood, he always did. He would be there, waiting. The silent protector. Even now, he wasn't going to give up his promise. He'd always protect you.
If anything, your recent shift made Trystan's determination to be a better person even stronger. If he couldn't be the best in high school, then after graduation he would really fly. He'd become successful, the type of man who had people like your friends working for him instead. See who was the loser then. He could be just as good as your pretentious friends, in fact, he'd be better. High school wasn't the pinnacle, it would be a stepping off point.
Trystan would prove them all wrong.
