24After Tristan's relationship with Grant fell apart, his first instinct was to run away, which he did. Now it was months later and he found himself face to face with this beautiful boy drenched in the cold and unforgiving rain whose feelings for him were genuine. Was he going to choose not to run away for once? Was one sole night of bliss truly worth the many, many weeks of heartache to come if he decided to give this a chance?
Yes it was.
Tristan dove into Miles' arms and buried both hands in the brunet's saturated locks of hair. He pressed their foreheads together, never averting his gaze even when his eyes were misting up from the tornado of emotions spinning inside of him. They were both soaked to the bone but that didn't matter. Miles' arms immediately wrapped around Tristan's waist protectively in a way that suggested if it was up to him, he would have kept him there until he was forced to let go. The blond managed to change his mind when he kindly reminded him that they would at least be more comfortable if they were out from the cold.
They found themselves over at Tristan's dorm room. The kisses continued but Miles' shivering was getting out of control so the other boy reluctantly pushed him away. Of course Tristan's first instinct was to cheekily suggest that they strip and use each other's body heat to keep warm. But that would be too emotionally taxing considering that they might never see each other again.
"We can't have you catching pneumonia," Tristan said patiently as he turned away and started to dig around in his tightly packed luggage to retrieve a matching set of blue and red hoodies with jogging pants. He tossed the blue ones to Miles.
"Trust me, you'll be a lot better off in these."
They quickly changed out of their wet clothes and once they were snug and dry, Tristan took hold of Miles' hand and led him to the couch. He brought the brunet closer by guiding him to sit on his lap and he wrapped his arms around his neck. He released a blissful sigh when Miles' arms snaked around him to mold their bodies even closer together for the perfect fit. Their slow, soft kisses continued until they both drifted asleep.
Hours later, Tristan's alarm on phone started to vibrate, signalling him that it was time to catch his plane. He slipped out of Miles' arms and quickly gathered his belongings. He contemplated waking him up to say goodbye or even taking a chance of dropping one last kiss on his forehead. But he decided that it would make walking away even more painful than it actually was. He settled on taking a quick snap of this angel to preserve the memories of a chapter in his life that was rapidly coming to a close. This Swedish boarding school boy was definitely not someone Tristan will forget anytime soon.
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During the flight, Tristan wondered if he was doing the right thing. His feelings for Miles were so strong. Couldn't be just go back to Sweden in the fall? Then they could be together and their love story would have a happy ending. God knows he deserved it. His last relationship was far from the epic romance that he built in his head. But ultimately he knew that it was time to stop running away. Being in denial could only go so far. It was time to face his troubles head on. He knew that his presence was crucial when the time would come to convict Grant. It was important to make sure that no one else would be taken advantage of by him again. Tristan had responsibilities and if this experience taught him anything, it showed him that running away doesn't make the problem disappear.
His plane finally pulled into the airport and upon turning his phone back on he wasn't the least bit surprised to see matching texts from his parents that apologized for not being able to pick him up. He'd just hail a cab. No big deal. He still scanned over the group of people waiting to pick up his fellow travellers on the off chance Maya and Tori were able to free to come by. He didn't see them, but a sign with his name definitely caught his eye. Did his parents hire him a driver? Not likely because drivers didn't wear...
Blue hoodies.
Tristan squinted and rubbed his eyes to make sure he wasn't hallucinating. But there was no mistake. This was the exact same Miles Hollingsworth III that he left sleeping on the couch earlier this day. Miles ducked under the security tape to dash towards him. He pounced on him with a big bear hug and Tristan patted down his arms just to make sure this wasn't a dream.
"How did you...? Why are you...? When did you...?"
Miles chuckled into his neck before pulling away far enough to look in Tristan's eyes.
"My father's private jet beat your commercial flight with hours to spare. He's actually running for mayor this year and his publicist recommended that all his kids should be under one roof. You know, campaign stuff. I'm actually going to transfer to Degrassi. Besides, someone's gotta keep you away from the creepos."
Tristan was too stunned to form any coherent words so he let his heart take control and gave Miles a kiss so vigorous that it nearly bowled him off his feet. They enjoyed their first kiss on Canadian soil and they were delighted to know that it wouldn't be their last.
It wasn't the end of their love story after all.
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A/N: I had this idea since December but taking the leap for one-shots to multi-chapter fics was rather daunting. Thanks to everyone who read this story and especially to my lovely readers who wrote the most wonderful reviews. The support meant everything to me since I'm 100% addicted to feedback, and I hope that 14B will inspire me to continue writing fanfiction!
