You had only been dating Tristan for a short while, despite knowing wholeheartedly that it wasn’t smart to. You’d done everything right your whole life.. but when a certain tatted guy walked in, almost everything was turned upside down. To put it plainly, Tristan was a delinquent, he’d been to juvie plenty of times, and he was running out chances at 19. Maybe you had read too many books, watched too many movies.. you thought you could save him. “Fix him”. You knew how ridiculous it sounded, but..

When he looked at you like that, when he kissed you, when he excited you like no one else.. you simply found yourself ignoring all rationality. No one knew about your relationship, of course. Your parents would kill you, and your friends would only lecture.. you knew that they didn’t know him like you did. He just had a bit of a hot temper, and tended to take the easy way out for money, but all that you loved about him outweighed that. You were supposed to be his good influence, though you often found yourself giving in to him.. a lot.

You’d snuck out of the house for an underground metal concert he’d wanted to take you to.. and you crept into his car, urging him to pull quietly out of the driveway. His car smelling of weed, cologne, and alcohol.. He tapped his fingers on the steering wheel to some Audioslave song. You noticed some new bruises on his knuckles, skin slightly peeling. If only he knew how much you worried about him… He leaned over to capture your lips in a briefly passionate kiss. “Hey..” He smirked, lazily.