Wishes Come True

POINT

n 5 ft 6, and not heavier than 110 pounds, with brown curls that f

ts, and I don't want to--" I don't get to say what my problem is because the little g

on a normal basis I wouldn't mind talking to him, but I'm in fucking New Jersey, and every min

to remain polite and not blow up because the poor guy d

e care of it." He talks in a professional to

will give h

t help but chuckle when I see

ghettos around here." I explain, and a jolt of pain strikes my chest a

aid that you--" I shake

they'll have it their way anyway," I explain again, not really knowi

how to fix Rolls-Royce cars?" I ask, hoping that he'll not get of

s no sensors, but I like to take this one when

last model of any car you want. He's really amazing. He doesn't have a d

ey wouldn't fix it, I would have to go to som

mean that I would have to drive ar

o trust him with

was too amused by how he changed his way to talk from professional to YOO, but when it did, I think it short-ci

other Tristan's in the world. Besides, he never

pan

a

ca

y c

ttoos arm, that comes from under a car, and I realize that for

s, he never said he w

a very

guy slid from under the car on one of those things that resemble a skateboard, -I think it's called a creeper seat-

rub... a sexy one and Tr

is no mayb

FUCKI

I

IS

FUCK

GONN

DY

r, but I'm literally unable to mov

l that he still has a few inches over me, so I guess that he's 6 ft 3, and I'm 6 ft 1,

! You don't want hi

s oily hands, and again, I want to go before he sees

as the first time when I heard it, and as every fucking time, it sends shivers down my spine and makes my organs flip and

. it's...

as Tristan places the rag under his mechanic belt, then looks u

ent wide and his mouth fell open, and I don't

not to call me that, but also do and say things that I swore that I'll never even think about, a

d my racing heart became violent, trying to get out of my chest, hurting my ribcage, and every beat echoes throug

if he weren't next to me I don't think that I would have hea

ut taking his eyes off of me, and I force myself to get out of h

I blabber, trying not to sound and look just l

want to tell him that Tristan can only break things, but I don't be

nd before I turn, I look at Tristan one more time, who's now fisting his jumpsuit with one hand as

rried voice as Tristan struggles to breathe

ok over, and my first instinct was to

mo

HAS ANOTHER EPISODE!" T

this since the day I caught them, my insides, which were already broken, feel like they are p

e pain and the metallic taste of blood that floods my mouth, then close my eyes shut for a second to push the tears away, and without

ll cut short, he's taller than both Tristan and me, bigger than both of us, like alw

and never look back is bigger than it ever was because the pain is more than my body

n barely stutters, and I

n, and try to breathe." Dee says in a somehow sympathetic and worried

ttempts of taking a breath and shakily takes the hand tha

and when our eyes locked

at him confused, but then I realize that he's probably smiling becaus

eally good, or loud, or clearly, and his smile turned int

usy to beg, but now I mostly want to curse at him, but my voice is really lost, my body is numb due to the trillions of feelings that are assaulting me, th

, and as I see Tristan's lips turning blue, and tears running down his cheeks, I almost

s to soothe Tristan... my Tristan... no

sh

mal! Don't yo

. breath... please!" Dee pleads, but Tristan'

ays with a sigh as he looks at me, and I

ely talk, but I'm doing my best to show the dis

m alone, J.J.,

es the shop as I finally snap, surprising even

oice, even if it's deeper, it still sounds like it used to, and I hate it, and I hate th

l and turn around to go, but his voice,

and help me, then you can

t even acknowledge me, so now, as I said before, fuck you,

me. As for you..." H

y to fight the side of me that wants to stay, and listen t

ood reasons, because he couldn't support 10 percent of

state before he has the chance

no one big or strong enough to help him." Corry practically begs, and my eyes lan

could save this suit if I touch them!" I sn

hing! You also begged, and they... Just tur

ologize? Maybe this is what Addis was ta

brain lost the battle and another organ, which I officially declare as being

.. God... no! Jus

but he did, so I'll help him as well. Not becau

as long as you want once we lay him on the sofa." Dee's vo

I remind myself that I have to keep my cool, not show them that I'm still hurting, even though I don't

t s

ng else, then, with very shaky hands, I reach for Tristan's hand, which is as warm as I remember,

No

I despise him, I don

ceed to push it at the back of my head, then wrap one arm around his waist

tail, bombarding me with sensations that I never thought I'

gh the oil that covers his jumpsuit masks it a

e! Dam

, JA