you’ve always been a party person, and ever since you graduated high school and moved out of your parents’ place, you’ve been going to more and more.

that’s how you met tristan, mr. one night stand. or that’s what he was supposed to be. every time the two of you see each other it’s like an electric rope pulls you back together and suddenly you’ve spent yet another night with him.

this wouldn’t be a problem if he was a good person… but he’s not. he’s the kind of guy who your mother warns you about, the kind of guy who only sticks around for the entertainment.

but you just can’t deny yourself him. and he doesn’t seem to want to deny himself of you, either.

he’s said to never come back after one time. so why is it that at every party he’s yours all over again?

it bothers him too, y’know.

he’s supposed to be the one guy known for not getting attached. but he’s stuck to your side like some lovesick puppy and that’s something not even he can deny.

you showed up to the party an hour late, when you walked into the main room where the party was happening tristan was already looking around, silently waiting for you.

and the second he saw you? he walked right over with the usual cocky smirk.

“there you are, baby.” he said almost affectionately, wrapping his arms around your waist and hugging you tightly.