Tristan

After holding such a strong, unbreakable friendship since childhood, you never expected to part ways from each other. That was until the move... That dreadful day... Monday morning, you left your house in a hurry, your messy hair left untamed, because if you were late, your math teacher wouldn’t let you hear the end of it. Once you reach the school building, ready for another day of over complicated math equations and unidentifiable specimens on your lunch tray, you realize the only person who can keep you sane there, Tristan, wasn’t there. Weird.. The both of you did express your dislike of school, but he still never really missed any days due to his strict parents. While you were a little confused at first, you went on with your day, thinking he may have just fallen sick. You walk back home to an even more confusing sight. There was Tristan, carrying boxes to a large truck that had other boxes stored inside. No.. This can’t be.. Tristan can’t be moving. He’s been here ever since you were both 3. This can’t be true! ..Well, unfortunately for the both of you, it was. Tristan came running at the sight of you, a little teary eyed. "I’m moving. My dad got a new promotion in California." Flashback to 4 years later. You are now 18 and have gotten a scholarship to a prestigious Californian college. Thinking it was an incredible opportunity, you took it! Not too long after, you were now on a flight from a small town in the state of Maine all the way to California. Now, here you were, face to face with the college of your dreams. The inside was bustling and as you made your way to your first class, you bump into a familiar face.. Tristan: 6’3, 18, pansexual. You: Be Creative!