Simple//Tradley:Jonnor

At least I'm trying

"Do you actually want to help him, or are you distracting yourself from the fact that you're not getting better?"

Silence. The boys froze. Even Davey, who tried to make everything lighthearted, acted as if he were frozen in ice. James quickly slapped a hand over his mouth when the words, which had escaped from his lips, processed in his mind.
He'd stepped over the line, and he knew it.
Tristan's cold eyes swivelled to meet James' greeny-blue ones, anger burning in them like a bonfire. Davey looked between the two, his mind slipping from it's current state back to Connor as he took in the tension between his two friends. James shook with fear as Tristan glared at him, rising slowly to his full height, which made him tower over the older boy who was still seated. "T-Tris, I'm sorry, I-I-I didn't mean that" Not taking his eyes off of James, the angry boy stepped around the table and walked closer to the stuttering mess. Connor, who was still trying to identify himself in his head, looked up at the blonde whilst wrapping his arms around James' waist, which was the best he could do to protect the other boy.

Shaking with fury, Tristan opened his mouth to speak, however his voice wasn't the one that was heard. "Hello, Tristan. I need to talk to you" Brad, who had walked over to the table with the intention of talking to the blonde about the diary incident, stepped in front of the angry boy, however failed to divert the blonde's attention to himself (even though that wasn't the reason why he went over there).

"Move. Out. Of. My. Way." Tristan spat at the younger boy, who frowned in confusion.

"Tristan, are you alright? You look..." The short boy trailed off, trying his best to recognise Tristan's emotion, completely unaware of the now crying boy behind him. "Your fists are clenched. You are shaking. Your teeth are gritted. You look... angry. You are angry." He finally decided, looking up into the older boy's blue eyes to see if he had gotten it right.

He doesn't know. He still hasn't even learnt anything. Look at him! He can't even feel emotions. James is right, all you're doing is ignoring the fact that you'll be stuck in here forever.

Tristan let out a cry of frustration and punched the table he was sitting at, causing his knuckles to sprout red liquid as he had caught them on the edge of the surface. He then froze, his eyes going to Brad, however it seemed as if he was looking through the brunette, rather than at him. Breathing heavily, he thought about what he was doing, listened to the sounds of James' gentle crying, then took a step back.

Control yourself. You're scaring James. Can't you see the look he's giving you? He's looking at you like you're a monster.

The short brunette frowned at Tristan's actions, not sure what was going on, but Connor exhaled in relief and brought James closer to him as he recognised the look of guilt flooding into the angry boy's eyes. There was silence for a minute, then Tristan's feeble voice spoke "I'm sorry" Before he turned and quickly made his way out of the cafeteria. Brad turned to the other two, a frown still fixed on his face.

"Was it something I said?" He questioned, completely confused as to what had just occurred.

"No" Connor mumbled, his Scottish accent mostly gone as he mentally grasped his identity. Connor.
Connor Ball.
Connor Ball the mute.
The boy's mouth snapped shut and his grip tightened on James, as he rested his head on the taller boy's shoulder in an attempt to comfort him.
Deciding Tristan was a priority in the current situation, Brad hastily made his way after the tall boy, wondering what had happened to make him act the way he had.

The short boy walked into the corridor and searched around for any sign of Tristan. Nothing. He stepped forward to look around the corner and stopped when he heard his shoe squelch. The short boy hadn't been anywhere wet, so why should his foot squelch?
Looking down, he noticed spots of red standing out against the white floor. Blood.

Tristan's hand was bleeding. It's his blood. It will lead me to him. ((Wow Ray how fucking cliche))

Turning to the right, Brad started to walk through the corridors. Unfortunately for the boy, the blood didn't continue any further than that first corner, so the brunette didn't know where to go and settled for just walking through the centre until he found Tristan. It was bound to work eventually. He thought as much, anyway.

However, after five minutes of randomly walking, a thought came to Brad's mind, which stopped his useless search for the other boy. The last time he'd seen Tristan acting the way he had been, the two were in the garden. He remembered that specifically as the taller boy had hugged him, blocking the cold wind off from biting his skin. He remembered what it felt like; it felt like when he got into bed after a cold day.
With the destination in his head, the young boy set off towards the garden in search of the emotional boy, not sure what to say or do if he found Tristan, but he supposed that he would work it out when he reached the blonde.
When Brad got to the door to the garden, he stopped. He felt like he usually did when he wasn't sure what to do, however confusion wasn't in his mind. It was something else, a feeling he couldn't describe. Like he didn't want to do something wrong. Like he didn't want to do anything which would make Tristan worse. Like he was... something, a word, a feeling he'd talked about with Dr. Miller, one he couldn't remember.
With a breath, the brunette opened the door and walked outside.

He couldn't see Tristan straight away. The blonde was sitting at the back of the garden, behind a tree. His back was to the bark, his knees bent up and his arms resting on the joints, hands clenched into fists in front of him. His eyes fixed on the leaves of the bush in front of him as they fluttered in the breeze. His cheeks blotchy and stained with tear trails, whilst his blue eyes were red rimmed and watery. The blonde hair on his head was ruffled, as if he had been running his hand through it a lot, and his damaged knuckles were dribbling blood, his skin raw. "Tristan. I've found you" Brad announced as he stepped around the tree, looking down at the older boy who didn't make the effort to actually look back at the brunette. Silence took over the two for a minute and neither moved, until something told Brad that he should sit down. So he did.

Sitting beside the blonde, close enough to feel his body heat, Brad looked at the side of the other boy's face, taking in his tense jaw and fixed line of vision. He stared at the taller boy for a while, wondering what to do. Tristan's anger made him feel... odd. Hesitant. He... didn't like it.
Acting completely on instinct, the shorter boy looked forward and tilted his head to the side, resting it gently on Tristan's shoulder. He flinched as the older boy's shoulder jolted slightly, then slowly let his head rest completely on the other boy when he had settled. The brunette wasn't shaken off. Still moving slowly, he brought his arms to the blonde's left one, wrapping them gently around it before clasping his fingers together. The taller boy still didn't move. Brad let his body relax, the weird feeling he had earlier dissolving when he felt the blonde's shoulders loosen and as he watched the older boy's fingers relax from the fist they were tightly clenched into.

Tristan, who had been fully aware of the shorter boy the whole time, let his blue eyes fall shut as he felt the wind lick the skin at the back of his neck, and lash at his pale cheeks. It was cold out, but having the smaller boy wrapped around his arm gave him a sense of warmth. Not just physically, but emotionally, too. "I'm sorry, Brad" he mumbled, softly.

"I forgive you, Tristan" The brunette replied, feeling his heart skip a beat as the other boy tilted his head to rest on top of Brad's curly brown locks.
They stayed in that position, in serene silence, until Dr. Miller found them and forced them back inside, breaking the bubble which separated the two boys from the rest of the world.

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I'm not dead lol

My Google images search history mainly consists of Tradley whoops. I tried to find a picture of Brad's head on Tristan's shoulder and Tristan's head on Brad's, but I could only find this one. Oh well, close enough.

I haven't really had much time to update this, I'm so so so so so sorry, it's just that my teacher changed my monologue after a month of practicing a different one and she told us our group performance was shit and we have like a week to make it better. My performances are on the 14th (I think), after that it's the Christmas holidays and as I have no life, I should be able to update few more times ^-^

This is dedicated to the lovely Romy1510 for commenting loads, thank you <3

Please follow/vote/comment/ask the characters some questions and I'll see you in the next one, byeeeeeeeeee!!

~Ray xx