Tristan Strings Is Not Normal

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"Well, I think you're inclined to help me find my glasses now stranger" Her voice was so pleasant to hear- almost silvery but it was deeper than most girls he knew. The girl steadied herself, standing up on her own two feet and tugs on the sleeves of her Twenty One Pilots hoodie.

"Finee , I'll help" Tristan replied, his throat feeling scratchy as he looked at the girl , dragging out the 'e' in 'fine' as he pulled out a pair of his own glasses.

"Here, try these- I'm not sure what your number is but at least you'll be able to partially see, it's not like I need them anyways" Tristan held out the glasses to the girl and she took them, fitting them over her eyes.

As her chocolate-y brown eyes met his sea blue and emerald green eyes, she smiled warmly and Tristan felt the corners of his lips curling upwards slightly.

"I can see almost perfectly in these" she mumbled, looking down at Tristan's shoes and muttering a soft thank you.

Tristan then walked towards the shelves where her glasses slid under, crouching down and tilting his head to get a better look underneath them. It was very very dusty and he struggled.

Meanwhile, the girl who's name still goes unknown to Tristan walks towards the area which he was standing in, humming a tune.

"I like Twenty One Pilots too" the boy that was crouching murmured, only loud enough for the girl to hear. Her grin widened.

"I think I like you even more-"she looked at him in question.
"Tristan" he coughed, trying not to inhale the mounds of dust underneath the cabinets.
"Well, I think I like you even more Tristan"

"You know, I'd help you, but being lazy is so much fun" she explained, picking at her cuticles. Tristan grunted in reply, grimacing before shoving his hand under the shelf, grabbing the glasses.

"Not much of a talker huh. That's okay" she mumbled as he pulled out the glasses, quickly wiping the dust off his hand and cleaning the lenses of her glasses with his well-fitted, white tee-shirt, leaving a dirt mark on it, but he didn't seem to mind.

"There ya go" he gave her the glasses and she took them reluctantly and wore them.

Her eyes twinkled with amusement as she read out what was written on the hat, "I love my mom, I love shopping huh?"she smirked as Tristan's eyes widened as he pulled off the hat, running a hand through his hair.

"No, no I don't. I hate shopping. Actually, I loathe it-"
"Then why the Harry Potter are you wearin-"
"My m-"
"It really doesn't make sense, if you didn't like shopp-"
"My mom made me wear it!" The tall boy snapped, irked that he was being interrupting. He wasn't quite sure why he was even bothering to talk to this girl.

"Tristan!" His mother screeched as she grabbed finally found her son, swiftly walking down the aisle as Tristan winced, turning towards his mother with a guilty smile.

"I've been looking for you for five minutes, five whole minutes! You know how dangerous the world is and I was extremely worried-" she scolded her child until she realised there was another pair of eyes watching her and her mouth made an "o" shape as she turned to the girl.

"I'm so sorry, was he annoying you?" She questioned and Tristan scoffed, pulling a stupid face at the girl as she looked at him, then back at his mother, stifling a laugh with a cough.

Tristan wasn't sure why he was acting the way he was, maybe it's because he didn't sleep. "That must be it" he thought.

"No, not at all. In fact- he was just helping me find my glasses" she slapped her hand against her forehead, hitting a bit too hard and wincing before continuing, "I'm so clumsy and I fell, he was helping me find it and he found them."

The boy looked at this strange girl, shocked and confused, wondering why she was being this nice.

"Well.. good- good job then" Tristan's mother patted her son's shoulder and smiled politely at the girl. "We best be on our way home now, lovely to meet you."

Tristan nodded at the girl and walked alongside his mother to the counter and then to the car humming softly under his breath.

It was a short ride home, Tristan's mind was occupied by the black-haired girl he met at the store, filtering out his mother giving him a lecture on leaving him without her knowing in public places.

Once both of them took all the bags inside the house, he went upstairs back to his room, sighing softly, playing his music out loud- a song about being sad by Rex Orange County played through the small crappy speakers of his phone.

Then he realised something, he never found out her name. Her name for goodness sakes. How did he forget?
Why did he care in the first place?
That, is still a mystery to him.

He stuffed a hand into his back pocket, grabbing his earphones and a ripped off piece of lined paper with swirly blue handwriting fell onto the ground.

Intrigued, he picked it up, racking his thoughts to when he might have gotten this paper from.

On the paper it read:

Meet me at the community park at 11pm.
~ps: I'll give you your glasses there but if you don't show up, they're mine. Muahaha.

He sighed as he read the last line, rolling his eyes at the girl's goofiness. He didn't know what it was about this girl but she made him feel so on edge.

Tristan carefully placed the paper on his white desk, which were covered by the endless piles of books he's read this summer.

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