Now I've gotta put this in here.  It'll be at the top of every post.  If this is your first time visiting my xanga, you're gonna hafta go back to the very beginning in order to understand the entire story.  January 20, 2003 is when I started it, so head back!  Way back, back into time.  *twilight zone theme*    AHR

"Really?"
Tristan had been wanting me to get a tattoo for a long time but I always chickened out.  "Yeah."
"Where, and what!  Tell me already!"  He had three tattoos already.  That's why I was kinda shocked that he was afraid to be pierced.  I could see two of his tattoos at that moment because he was sporting a wife beater.  Around his left arm, he had a tribal band that seemed kind of like vines and there was one tiny rosebud on it.  It didn't look feminine like you're probably thinking, in fact, it was really romantic if you thought about it.  We'll get into that later.  On his right bicep, a really crazy looking music note and finally, Trist's got a guitar on his right shoulder blade.  It's one of the smaller ones but it's so him.  "Hey thanks man!"  Tristan called to the man who'd just pierced him as we walked out the door.
"Dude, weren't we just at a tattoo parlor?  What are you doing?"
"You're going to my man.  He's awesome, and he'll take good care of you."
I was kinda worried but I trusted Tristan.  We walked up to what looked like an ordinary house and I started to wonder if this guy was qualified. 
"Now, I know what you're thinking, but wait till we get inside."  Tristan opened the door and WOW was all I could think.  Music blasted out the doors and what made it even better was it was Bryan Adams!  "Jasper!"
"Tristan, dude, who's the babe?"  They slapped hands and laughed together.
"Jazz, this is Alexis, she's gettin' her first tattoo."
"So you're the chick he won't shut up about."  Jasper elbowed Trist in the side and he began blushing!  Then he turned to me and asked "You know what you want?"
I nodded and showed him a tiny picture of a black solid star.
"Awesome!"  Tristan grabbed the picture and followed Jazz to the back.  I meekly followed behind, I wasn't really afraid until I saw the needle.  I shut my eyes, questioning myself on wheter or not I wanted to do this.  "It's not bad babe, I swear, I'll be right here."
I timidly smiled up at him and Jasper said "Where you want it?"  I could only look at Tristan again, who towered over me.  He was 6'2'' and I was a mere 5'5''.  He pointed to my shoulder blade and I nodded.  "Whatever he says."
"Sit."  Jasper pointed to the most screwed up chair I had ever seen.  Tristan looked at me and noticed my confusion and laughed.
"Like this."  He moved his body over to the chair and lowered himself down on his arms, his solid chest against the padded chair.  I caught myself admiring him and snapped myself out of it as he jumped back up.
"Shirt off babe."  Jasper said without turning from the needle.
"What's with you two calling me 'babe'?"  I peeled my shirt off, glad I had worn a good bra.  I laughed when I realized it was Trist's favourite colour, red.  I laid down and I heard Tristan move closer to me.  Oddly enough, my breath caught in my throat as he traced his finger along my back indicating to Jazz where the star should go.  Goosebumps went up and down my body and I shivered.
"Cold?"  Tristan smiled.
"Uh, yah, just a little."  I lied.  In all honesty, I was hot.  Tristan left his fingers linger on that spot on my back and I forgot completely why I was even in the strange looking chair.  As Tristan lifted his fingers, I saw Jazz out of the corner of my eye and he said "Ready?"
I nodded and Trist came into my view.  "Want me to hold your hand?"
I nodded and laid my palm against his and shut my eyes tight.  I felt the needle pierce me and I took in a short breath.  "You ok?"  I nodded as he squeezed my hand.  It wasn't so bad but it kinda freaked me out that there was a needle injecting ink into my skin.  My hair started falling into my face and I couldn't move so I started trying to blow it out of my eyes.  Tristan could only laugh as he moved it for me.  It only took a half hour to get my tattoo.  I didn't even realize it had been that long because I had been arguing with Trist about the girl smurf being a whore.  When Jazz told me it was done, Tristan jumped up and said "Lemme see!"  He looked at my back and said "I love it."
"I wanna see."  I got up and looked backwards into a mirror.  It was awesome.  Just a dime-sized star.  Tristan touched it and said "I should get one."
"What're you gonna get?"
"What you got."  Matching tattoos!  Rock on.
"Go for it."  He got his tattoo and we began heading home.  We ended up at my house and I started complaining, even thought the pain wasn't really bad at all.
"You big baby."
"Am not."
"I'm assuming you haven't any lotion for it?"
"I do but I didn't know I had to do that."
Tristan tossed me a bottle of Jergens and I attempted to get my hand under my shirt and onto the tattoo.
"Go put on a tank!"
I stuck out my tongue and went to my bedroom.  Throwing on a spaghetti strap tank, I walked back out and saw him stripping his shirt off and rubbing his back.  He too had been having a hard time.  I grabbed the lotion and did it for him.  "Come here."  I started rubbing his back and I asked "Where'd you get this scar?"  It was small and hardly noticeable, but I noticed it this time.  We were heading into our second year of college and I'd never even seen it before. 
"About three years ago.  You know."
"No, I don't..."
"Come on A.  You do too.  End of Junior year at Malibu."  Malibu was our high school.
"I really don't remember."
"I was dating Sara Frederick."
"And what does that have to do with the price of tea in China?"
Tristan laughed and said, "That's who I lost my virginity to."
"You're not a virgin?"
"No, where the hell have you been?"
I was shocked.  Don't you think I shoulda known this?  "You never told me that!"  I had stopped with the lotion and touched the scar.  "And the scar?"
Tristan turned to me and grabbed my hand and touched my fingernail.  I raised my eyebrows and he just nodded.  "Are you a virgin?"
I didn't wanna answer him.  I only nodded. 
"You mean you and James never got it on?"  James was my most recent boyfriend.  We had dated for a year and a half but broke up because he moved to Europe.
"No, he wanted to but we never did.  Almost prom night but no.  Hell, Trist, I've never gone past kissing."
"Whoa."
"Whoa is right."
"Your turn."  Tristan turned me around and started rubbing my back.
"How old were you when you did stuff orally?"
"16, Sara."
"She the only one you've ever done anything with?"
"Yah."
I turned around and reached around his back to feel the scar again.  "Well you must have been good."  We both laughed and I tried to imagine him with a girl beneath him.  All I could think of was how sweet he'd be.  He went home that night and we both got online, just as we always did.  It was a weird feeling, I was kinda jealous that Sara took his virginity from him.  But that was only because he was my best friend...  Right?

Long one eh?!  AHR

Ok, so I fibbed.  I'm starting it now. 

I try to fit in.  But I know I'm different.  People don't try to hide it from me either.  They tell me I'm like no one they've ever seen, met, spoken to, known.  Before, I wasn't really sure how to take that.  I didn't have a system.  But whenever I heard it, it made me cringe.  If someone said something of the sorts to me and they seemed cautious, I knew they'd never accept me.  If they smiled, well, great.  Don't get me wrong, I'm not physically freakish, I think it's more along the lines of the fact that I have my own style, my own way of expressing myself.  Well, one day and all the following days after that, someone told me I was different, and everything changed...

Tristan and I had been friends for a long time.  Not traditional friends of course.  How could you expect that from us?  We did strange things, running around the local Taco Bell with a camcorder seeing how many people would actually talk to us, dancing in the streets, trying on wigs and sunglasses and pretending we were totally different people.  We were a strange pair, and with me idolizing the older fashions and old vintage articles and Tristan playing everything from accordian to keytar to the guitar.  He had a beautiful voice.  The most beautiful I've ever heard.  Still does, I believe.  You tell me, go turn on MTV.  This is Tristan James, the guy who hit #1 on the charts this week with "I left Too Soon."  Yah, now you know who i'm talking about.  I didn't get to hear that one before it was released.  But I do have to say, it's my favourite yet. 

Yes, my best friend Tristan James.  It was strange, tough, and fun all at the same time.  Wanna hear about it?  Check your watch, I hope you've got a lot of time...

I was gonna stop here, but I figured since I haven't stayed on top of it like I should have, I'll do it now.

Where it all started?  The Haunted House of Clowns.  Crazy huh?  That's the first time I saw Tristan.  We were about 5 years old, and too afraid to go in with our older brothers who were friends.  My brother Jordan and Trist's brother Lawrence had been friends all throughout school.  I used to have a crazy crush on Lawrence, and Jordan told me there was no way in hell he'd ever go for it, besides, he'd never let me date him either.  Lawrence was a bit of a partier.  Oh well right?  They were only about 2 years older than Tristan and I and in highschool, we hung out a lot more together. 

School was rough sometimes, you know, all the repetitve strange looks.  Tristan got 'em too, but I don't think either of us really cared much.  His clothes were awesome, and I never really did know where he got them all.  I wore some strange stuff, brought back some old styles, it was great.  Trist tended to wear tighter fit clothes, but not too tight.  Just enough to make a girl wonder how much muscle was underneath those layers of cotton.  There was a lot.  He usually gave me crap about liking Bon Jovi so much.  He knew my most unrealistic wish was to meet Jon.  *sigh*

We went to our favourite mall one time, just a regular shopping trip when he says "How many piercings do you have now?"
"10."  I was looking at the ultimate button-down shirt.  I had 5 in one ear, 4 in the other, and the belly button. 
"I wanna get pierced."
I was thrown off guard.  "What?!"
"I want something pierced."
"Like what?"
"What do you recommend?  What looks good on guys?"
"Cartilage, left ear.  It's so hot, and it's gotta be a hoop, not a stud."
"K, let's do it."
"Really?  Now?"
"Yah, let's go."  We walked into the local tattoo and piercing parlor and he sat down and I showed the man where to pierce my friend.  Right before he shot the earring gun, Tristan yelled "Wait!"
"What dude?"
"Come here, this is scary."  I laughed at him but I took his hand and told him not to move.  Within seconds it was all over and it was right then that I realized how hot Tristan really was.  I mean, I had noticed his body before, but now more than ever.  Heh, he was buff.  I smiled to myself as I looked at his hair and the new piercing.  It gleamed through his long hair, cut just above the shoulders, and it was light brown and had dark blonde streaks through it.  I guess that's what you get for being out in the sun all the time surfing huh? 
"You look so hot!"
"Really?"  He admired himself in the mirror and I laughed. 
"Definitely.  Now I want a tattoo."

Thanks to a friend for helping me write in some of the stuff.  You rock e!  AHR

Alrite, since that whole thing didn't work out, here we go again.  *smile*  The Characters:

Actually, nevermind.  Learn about the characters as the story progresses.  It's a lot more fun that way!  *smile*

Next post, probably later tonight!  I'm excited, I've got it all ready.  Nite!  AHR

Hey--That other story wasn't going anywhere at the moment.  I've got a new one though, and this one will be posted regularly because I've got it all written out.  I hope you'll enjoy it!  Adios, AHR