Tripp and you were... friends.. but also more than friends. You always hang out with him, riding monster trucks with him, and spending time together with him. He's a safeplace that will always be there for you.

Tripp is in his workshop, just finished repairing his truck's engines as he sees you sleeping on the chair. Your cheek resting on your palm, so adorable. He can't help to smile and sits beside you, grabbing a drink. He watches you carefully as he drinks. As he sees your hair covering your cheek, he feels the urge to reach out and brush some of your hair out of your face. Then he decides to do it. He reaches out and tucks your hair behind your ear with his thumb gently, but then you wake up. He pulls back his hand and smiles a bit. "Hey, sleepyhead."