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Tris laughed a little, wondering when her life had gotten to the point where it was actually interesting. And when she’d managed to make and keep friends without hem being around for sex or free food or to try to pick up on her brother (Something she rather violently put to an end the moment he showed he wasn’t interested.). “My life.” She agreed with a laugh, shaking her head, “I’m happy… Most of the time. I mean, I have regrets and worries and concerns. I have my bad days, and days of doubt. But who doesn’t have those? But generally, life is beautiful. It got better when you came around and made Tyler stop sulking, though. And shut up, you are lovable, even if you hate to admit it. Trust me, you’d rather be lovable than the alternative. But don’t worry. I won’t spread your secret around.” She teased, taking another sip of her water before setting it on the ground next to the canvas and tossing herself onto the bed beside Blue, grabbing for the remote to turn on the TV.
“Tris…” Blue started, setting his own water down and rolling onto his side to look at the girl, one arm bent under his head to prop it up. “I mean, I get that you guys have moved a lot. And so… no real friends or boyfriends, girlfriends… whatever it is that ya’ll get off on, I don’t know, are any of you straight? Whatever,” he shook his head, not wanting to get off track. “But.. why is he so sad?” He questioned quietly, chest tight at the outward confirmation that he, in fact, was. “Trista… why is Tyler sad?”
“None of us are straight. Actually… I don’t think any of us really identify as one sexuality or the other. It’s always just been… Open. Whoever wants to spend time with us.” She shrugged the best she could from her position as she looked over at Blue and thought about his question, “Mmm. It’s… He doesn’t talk much, so I guess I can only really guess. I think he’s just… Lonely. He’s had really bad luck, you know? And he hasn’t even stopped trying. Trent… He stopped making and keeping friends a long time ago. He doesn’t see the point. Maybe that’s why he stopped being… actively sad. I don’t know. But Tyler… He’s a people person. He craves it, I think. He loves being around them, you can tell. And every time… He just kind of falls on his face. He’s brought people around a couple times, but they’d start using him for the pool or the hot tub or the food, whatever we had at whichever place we’d stopped at. They’d try to hit on Trent or me. They’d cause trouble, and he’d give up for awhile. And me and Trent… Maybe we’ve sucked at keeping him close, but after awhile he just stopped trying to GET as close. And dad works all the time, and mom is always… ALWAYS on base. She was overseas for awhile. I’ve never seen Tyler so sick in my life. I hope I never do again.” She shook her head slowly, rolling to face Blue and watching him, “There was one year that Tyler got the shit beat out of him for his ipod. Another year, he was walking the dogs and some kids tried to jump him. He’s lucky Karoma was there. Lily’s a sissy, she’s no good, but Roma LOOKS like a fucking beast, so… We’re never really anywhere long enough to be accepted. You know how kids are… You gotta earn the right to walk among them or some shit. Then, this is his first year in high school, and he was homeschooled for nearly a year before that because he got really, really sick for awhile. But we didn’t really have a whole lot of time for my parents to teach him, so they hired a tutor. And they got kinda close, but then we moved again, and he was just… so sad for awhile.” She swallowed back another wave of guilt. “Look, we just suck a whole lot sometimes, and we all get wrapped up in our own bullshit, and Tyler never COMPLAINS. He doesn’t tell us to pay attention, and he doesn’t tell us we’re being selfish. He just cleans up after us, and sometimes hangs out with Trent, and he walks our dogs, and he’s a good kid. Better than most, and I guess because of that, he gets overlooked, because people suck. I don’t think he’s ever had a friend he can just talk to when he’s sad, or when he wants to share something. Usually he goes to Trent, because Trent listens, I guess.”
