Here's an update readers! Sorry it took so long, I thought I sent this chapter for beta-ing and well, I hadn't so... boo my forgetful brain! Enjoy and guess who's gonna say 'Oh My God' in this chapter. (No, Wicked references, sorry.)

Thanx to Sparky Heffely for beta-ing!

Chapter 6:

Oh My God!

The door to the loft slammed open.

“Roger! Why do you feel the need to steal my scarf?” yelled Mark.

Tristan and Sam stopped in their tracks and separated, before their lips had touched. They both blushed, Tristan’s showed up on his pale skin, but Sam’s was discreet thanks to his Latin skin. Lana snapped her fingers.

“Damn,” she said shaking her head. “It was just about to get hot.”

“Shut up, Lana,” said Tristan playfully. He turned to Sam with an awkward smile. “Well, I guess we’ll have to do this some other time.”

Sam laughed. “Yeah, I guess.”

Phew, that was close…But damn!

So close…why am I tormented like this?

The four got up and went into the main room to find Collins on the couch with a beer, Mark fiddling with his camera and Roger fiddling with his guitar, trying to come up with music to match the lyrics of a new song.

“Hey guys,” said Sierra plopping next to her dad. “Try this dad,” she took the guitar and strummed a few notes that seemed to click.

“Nice, Sisi,” said Roger. He kissed the girl on her head and took back the guitar.

“Why are you so late from school dad?” asked Sam.

“Well, I quit after school, then I met these two knuckleheads arguing at St. Mark’s Place. Then, I’m here and not even drunk yet.”

“Why’d ya quit, Collins?” asked Tristan, sitting on the arm chair upside down.

“I’m done teaching the couch potatoes at P.S. 96. I take the time to try to teach the kids about computers and making it fun, but hey, no good deed goes unpunished.”

Tristan shrugged, well as best he could and the conversation went on. Everyone went their separate ways after a while and ate their meals. Sam tried to lose himself in a book, but he couldn’t keep his mind off Tristan. Tristan tried to drown his thoughts in music, but that didn’t work, he always was thinking of Sam. Sierra was talking on the phone with Clyde and acting overly feminine the whole time. Lana was becoming nauseous from the way her sister was acting, so she attempted to tune out the conversation by turning up the TV volume. Her mission failed.

One Month Later…

“Welcome to our first multi-annual cram session!” greeted Tristan as he opened the door to the three teens. They all smiled as they brought in their things and went into Tristan’s room. They were studying for a huge test in English on Romeo and Juliet, and they needed to study. Alright, they needed an excuse for a sleep over.

“No matter how old we get, these sleepovers never will,” said Lana lying on the bed.

“You can say that again,” said Tristan plopping next to her.

“And now our little Sisi has her first boyfriend!” cried out Sam.

“Quiet,” said Sierra. “We’ve only been going out for a couple weeks.”

“I’m surprised that a junior was interested in you,” stated Lana pulling out a bag of chips from her backpack.

“Clyde said I was wise beyond my years. He also said I’m not a slut like the junior girls in our school.”

Sam, Tristan and Lana all agreed it was true and they just went on and on. Tristan, Sam and Lana were happy they got the parts they wanted in Les Misérables. (Tristan got Javert, Sam got Valjean and Lana got Eponine.) Sierra had ended up getting Cosette, surprisingly. “I thought I was a mezzo-soprano, like Fantine,” Sierra explained. “I had no idea I could hit such high notes.”

“Well ya did and we’re happy you’re with us,” said Sam patting her hand.

Sam still had feelings for Tristan inside, and it wasn’t a phase it was love. The same exact situation was with Tristan. Surprisingly, Maureen barged in with a facial mask, “How’s the party?” she asked loudly and playfully.

“I thought you were against those mask things because they were tested on animals?” asked Lana with a confused look to match.

“This is a combination of greens I found in this area. Most of the leaves in this were from the cracks in the sidewalks!”

Everyone but Maureen felt sick to their stomach and asked her why she came in. “Oh, yeah, Sierra baby, there’s a call for you. Mimi’s got the phone in the hall, it’s your boyfriend!” Maureen skipped out with her freaky sidewalk grass mask and a smile on.

Sierra left immediately to take the call and Lana would soon take off as well. “I have to make popcorn and get the videos. I got the film version of Romeo and Juliet and I got Phantom of the Opera, the silent version one for the funny unmasking!” Lana ran out to accomplish all of these things, leaving Sam and Tristan alone.

“Well, we’re alone for a few minutes,” said Sam, sitting next to Tristan on the bed.

“Yeah, we haven’t been alone for a while,” replied Tristan trying not to stare at Sam’s face, afraid of what he would feel.

“It’s nice. But we also never finished that game, remember?”

“The spin the bottle game? Yeah, we never did,” stated Tristan, pointing the obvious out. “I guess we should finish it, just to be fair, I mean Lana had to go, so we should…”

Sam wasn’t told twice, he was there before Tristan could say another word. Their lips touched, they felt like they were in a bubble and everyone and everything didn’t matter, it was just them…together.

Tristan felt he was jumping over the moon, bouncing on the stars, dancing on a cloud. It was the feeling of excitement one would get at the site of a homerun, out of the park and the fireworks would spring into the sky. Oh the feeling, oh the triumph!

It felt like time stopped when they were together, but that would only last so long.

“Tristan, Sam do you want…OH MY GOD!” this was Maureen. Her mouth hung open happily and her eyes bulged out of her head. Tristan noticed his mom standing there and pulled away.

“Well, hi Mom. I guess I should explain something. Well, I won’t speak for Sam but…I‘m gay.”

“Me too,” said Sam nodding.

“Oh guys, I’m so happy for you. Sorry about the interruption, but this is just…OH MY GOD!”

Wow... that was... predictable actually. Review and comment on how Tristan coming out affected you. It will be graded on a scale of effort, highest being Maureen, lowest being Benny. (jk, unless you want me to.)