“Ista ramen or leftover spaghetti?”

“Why don't you cook me something fresh?” Kace asked, with a smirk plastered on his face.

Tristan nodded, “I-I guess I can, do you want anything in particular?”

“Surprise me.”

“I guess I can make us mini pizzas.”

“Sounds good to me,” Kace replied, turning his head to look around the kitchen. It was spotless, and the appliances seemed to spackle under the headlights. Tristan’s house always had an eerie quietness to it; maybe it was because it was so big that it felt empty.

Kace asked, “Are your parents out or something?”

“I think they left on vacation last night, probably not going to be back for a week or so.”

Kace wasn’t going to deny that his first thought after hearing that Tristan’s parents were away was that it sounded like the perfect opportunity…..to do certain things...it was a shame that Tristan was too much of a baby even to consider it a possibility. He’d be lucky if Tristan survived a kiss. (Without fainting or something of course)

Kace always wondered why he had a crush on Tristan of all people, he kept telling himself that it was a lost cause and to just forget about the boy, but no matter how hard he tried, he wanted to be by his side. It was stupid, the amount of time he spent fretting over the wimpy kid, but he couldn’t help the way he felt.

In an attempt to start a conversation, Kace asked: “So where'd your parents go anyways?”

“B-Beats me” Tristan replied sheepishly, dropping the knife that he was using to cut the pepperoni.

Kace picked up the knife and handed it back to him, as he continued the conversation, “they didn't tell you?”

“They don't usually.”

Kace nodded to this, realizing that it wasn't exactly his place to pry. By now he knew that Tristan’s parents didn't pay much attention to him and usually left him isolated at home. The way they treated him was most likely why he was the way he was, along with all the bullying he received at school.

“Pizzas are ready,” Tristan said, and Kace observed him as he took them out of the oven. Like usual, his movements were shaky and clumsy. It was a typical Tristan trait.

Together, they grabbed a few mini pizza’s and made their way to the living room to sit in front of the flat screen tv.

“Anything, in particular, you want to watch?” Tristan asked.

“Not really” Kace replied.

Tristan asked next “What do you want to do tonight?”

“Make out.”

Kace watched as Tristan’s face turned a crimson red at the comment, he openly grinned at Tristan’s excessive reaction. Tristan quickly shook his head, probably, trying his best to shove off the embarrassing remark.

Finally, he whined “D-Don’t joke like that! It’s..embarrassing……”

“I wonder~ Have you ever even kissed anyone before?~” Kace teased.

“T-That's...W-Well...I-I..W-Wel-”

“So that’s a no then.”

By now, Tristan’s face was an even darker shade of red. (If that was even possible) Kace felt a little bad for making his friend feel so uncomfortable, only, sometimes he couldn’t help himself when it came to the teasing. To change the conversation, he suggested: “Why don’t we try that bloody mary thing, it’s getting dark, and we’ve got the place to ourselves.”

“No waay! That’s creepy” Tristan whined.

“Don’t you worry, I’ll protect you~ I’m not afraid of some silly legend.”

Tristan muttered, “I thought you weren’t into that sort of thing.”

“It’s not like I really believe it, but it’d be cowardly to reject the challenge” Kace claimed.

“B-But...Kace...believe me...you don’t need to prove anything….everyone already knows that you’re brave…”

“Hmmph! Not good enough, I’ve decided that I’m doing it!”

Tristan sighed “Y-You’re so stubborn.”

“You got a problem with that” Kace grunted.

“N-No No..J-Just…” Tristan fretted.

“Then it’s decided, Tristan, tonight we are doing bloody mary.”