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ninaromanos·:

     “  hot  chocolate,  for  sure,  ”   she   answered,   pushing   the   gym’s   door   open   with   both   hands.   “   bonus   points   if   it’s   peppermint   hot   chocolate,   that   stuff’s   amazing.   ”   shrugging   the   snow   off   her   coat,   nina   turned   to   face   tristan.   “   do   you   want   anything   to   drink   ?   my   treat.   ”

"Then we’ll have to find a way to get our hands on some peppermint hot chocolate then, don’t we?” Tristan dusts the snow off of his shoulders. “Ah, I’m fine. Just happy to give you company. Who’re you here with today? Or is it just you?”

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reignoftilly·:

“We live in Wisconsin, a jacket is required all year round,” Tilly laughed, pulling her own coat closer to her chest as she reminded herself of just how cold they were. She was almost jealous of Tristan, wishing she could have been strong enough to say no to Penelope’s insistence that it definitely wouldn’t be awkward - it was, she still hadn’t been able to look Harrison in the eye after the whole incident. “I never knew you were a photographer,” That at least was true, despite the multiple dates he’d crashed, it was hardly news that she didn’t know much about the boy in front of her. “You know if you have any of me in there I expect to see them,” She might have been smiling but she wasn’t joking. As if she was letting the wrong photo make its way into the school paper…or worse, the yearbook. 

"I’m not so much a photographer as much as I am someone with an iPhone and a desire to have all the memories in the world of Eric Bradford in an elf suit.” It’s a mystery to Tristan how Eric still manages to look cool in an elf get-up. But that’s Eric for you. It’s impossible for him to come off lame. “I figured since the Bradfords are all so busy bringing Christmas cheer to the children of Northlake that I’d snap some memories for them. Penelope would appreciate it.” He smiles a little. What begun as something that was perhaps selfish now has a new purpose that will likely earn him points with his pseudo-family. “I do, actually,” Tristan says before he thinks, already reaching into his pocket for his phone. It slips his mind that he has 2 or 3 photos on there that are solely Tilly. He opens up his gallery and selects the first photo that isn’t just Eric in all his elf glory and hands his phone to the Bee. It’s a candid wide shot with the Bradfords and Tilly in action. Everyone’s all smiles and it looks good, so Tilly likely won’t have a problem with it. But you never know with her. Tristan should only hope Tilly doesn’t have an itchy swipe thumb because the photos escalate from wide shots of everyone to just the elves and then a few photos of just Tilly. Tilly the way Tristan sees her.

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ohcnnes·:

anne chuckled at the expression tristan decided to use, with coat wrapped tightly around her and fluffy hood protecting her ears but nose and cheeks still exposed and turned pink from the cold, he was certainly right. pulling gloved hand from her pocket she held out a pocket warmer to him. they had been the only things keeping her content out in the cold. “ is it bad that i asked my mom to bring me a hot water bottle to keep in my jacket? ” she asked, mostly rhetoric. “ i saw some little kids dressed as the girls from frozen so really good. just lonely out here in the cold. ” she joked, though it was the truth. as the temperature seemed to drop, people became less interested in coming outside to build a snowman. “ how about you? ”

“Kids dressed as the girls from Frozen?” Well, it doesn’t take much to impress Anne it seems. “I’m doing fine. Glad I’m not stuck behind a stall,” he admits truthfully. Tristan’s never been one for service after all. And he’s had to be pretty dialed down today and it’s already bothering him -- playing nice to certain people he’d normally make fun of, especially since their parents are around. He can’t imagine having to be even more fake trying to sell a baked good or cut some firewood. Though, the axe is appealing... “I suppose I am kind of bored though.” With all of his friends or persons of interests tied up in volunteering, he’s rather... unoccupied. And it’s getting kind of lonely. Not like he can distract himself by making fun of people either. “Do you need a hand judging snow people? Or just... company.” Tristan speak for: Can I hang out? I literally have nowhere to go.

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reignoftilly·:

Tristan might have had a point about the outfit, it was a miracle she was managing to pull it off without an extra obstacle, but Tilly couldn’t help but chuckle at his eagerness. “Anything I want?” She questioned, the small laughter still running through her voice, her eyes glancing over him. “You should have worn leather,” She said, her mind travelling back to their conversation at Halloween. Sure, it had mostly been a guise to get some points, but it hadn’t all been lies. She still made no move to actually go back into the gym, even relaxing as she said, “I’m surprised Eric didn’t talk you into this.”

Damn. The leather jacket. He should’ve went with that one. Next time. "I, uh... I’ll keep it in mind. December’s long. I think it has time to make a reappearance.” And it’ll definitely be his leather jacket this time. Not Eric’s. “Oh, Eric made a decent attempt at recruiting me. You know, he has a way with words. But I managed to opt out. I figured: with a future of being seen with Nik ahead of me, I’ll try to reduce the embarrassing situations I’m in. Besides, I probably can’t pull off an elf outfit like you can. I’m genuinely impressed you’ve somehow managed to make it a Look.” He tries to make it a subtle glance at her but he thinks he fails, eyes darting back up quickly to meet her gaze. “I’ll settle for being a behind the scenes photographer. I have a couple of good shots already.”

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naomi-nohome‌:

“I like the cold,” Naomi shrugged. She was attempting to be short-winded when speaking to Tristan since their last altercation. “Pretty good, actually. I was surprised, but apparently a lot of people like cheap books. What’s yours again?”

"Never been a big fan,” Tristan admits, flashing a smile. “That’s Northlake for ya. Always down for a good steal.” At her question, Tristan scoffs a little, amused. “I’m not volunteering. More of a guest this time around. But I’ll do my part. I could provide the Events Committee with valuable feedback about their little shindig. Throw a couple of bucks here and there at various stalls to contribute to this ridiculous $250,000 dollars they think they’ll make.” Speaking of stalls, he casts a glance at hers. “So books, huh? You manage to slip in time for that when you’re not punching things?”

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ninaromanos‌:

     “  really  ?  that’s  really  sweet  of  you,  thanks.  ”   she   smiled   warmly.   “   gosh,   i   think   if   nothing   warm   gets   into   my   system   in   the   next   thirty   minutes,   my   insides   might   literally   freeze   over,   ”   she   joked   with   a   laugh.   “   with   global   warming   getting   worse,   you’d   think   we’d   be   having   a   warmer   winter.   guess   i   was   wrong.   ”

"No problem. It’ll be my pleasure.” He’s a Jock, she’s a Queen Bee. It’s only right that he lends his assistance if the opportunity presents itself. “In that case, we better make it inside quick then, huh? Shall we?” He tilts his head towards the gymnasium to cue their leave, taking a step forward. He’s not sure if Nina is being serious or not with what she says about global warming but he offers a small laugh anyway because he feels like that’s appropriate. “Totally,” he agrees, even if he doesn’t. “What are you feeling for a drink?” He asks, steering them to less complex topics. It might be easier on Nina.

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fkc-aiden‌:

“You’re welcome to snuggle on by my side. Two handsome men selling candy is better than one.” he offered with a laugh. “Well I have to serve hyped up little kids which is shit. However, I do get to hit on the cuter girls of our grade. So it’s a bit of a mixed bag at the moment but I think I can pull through.” 

"Well, with an offer like that, how can I refuse? I suppose I can lend my assistance for a minute.” He moves to stand behind the stall with Aiden, hands in the pockets of his coat. He doesn’t actually plan to contribute, more like stand around and maybe clap for Aiden if he needs a pick-me-up. “Hit on other girls of our grade? Thought you and Imogen had a thing. Or is that no longer happening?”

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reignoftilly·:

“A gentleman might offer me their jacket,” Tilly teased, sipping on her ‘Frances approved’ hot coco as though she wasn’t already wearing her least favourite addition to her closet. “I should get back inside,” She smiled, pushing herself off the gym’s wall, but not moving towards the door.

"I don’t know how well my coat will go with your...” He looks Tilly up and down. “...get-up but whatever you want, I’ll hand over.” That’s a little forward but also true. “In the name of being a gentleman, so--” He adds to cover up his slip-up. This is all just in the name of gentlemanly behavior, right? And it’s not like that outfit offers much protection from the cold. He’s being considerate. “Aw c’mon, I feel like Santa can spare his helper for a moment longer. At least finish your drink you know, you’ve been working hard.” It’s a lame excuse, but it’s nice to spend time with Tilly after slumming it with Nik for so long.

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princessleiak·:

“I’m everyone’s type, but your little lie is probably for the best. I make my rejections very cold and personal, and I just don’t feel like putting in the effort today. My favorite is strawberry, but it’s up to you.”

"Well, you know what they say, pray for those suffering from delusions and hope they see the light soon.” He glances up from the cupcakes and curves his lips into a half smile. “I’ll try strawberry then. I’m looking to switch things up.”

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byanikawest·:

Nik listened to Tristan complaining and a moment later she leaned over the counter at the hot drinks stand to pass the Jock a fresh cup of tea, “How long have you lived in Wisconsin?” she asked skeptically, thinking he’d probably get used to it by now. She had an excuse, she’d already informed her parents that Wisconsin was statistically colder than Illinois, adding to her many reasons why they should move back to Chicago. “It’s going okay, it’s not as busy as I thought it would be,” she admitted with a shrug, “You here by yourself?” Nik’s turn to point out the fact that he was alone.

“What’s this?” He takes the cup anyway, knowing the heat from it will be a welcomed pleasure to his hands despite not knowing what’s inside. “A hot beverage by the one and only Anika West? It’s not poisoned is it? I come in peace, just wanted to check in on ya." Make a little progress in the hole that’s going to be her social grave. “Not everyone born in Wisconsin is meant for its weather. I’ve always hated it.” Fall is Tristan’s preferred season. A good time for cardigans or a fashionable coat. Snow makes everything wet. And the air is different. Biting. He doesn’t like it. And no one looks as attractive in a puffy jacket, hence why he’s a little more vulnerable to the cold because he refused to wear proper attire -- a hoodie and coat hardly helpful. “Yeah, I guess everyone’s looking to buy or eat things. Don’t worry, I’m sure it’ll pick up once the moms get tired of their kids fucking screaming. That mulled wine you guys offer will be out in a flash.” He’s not sure if that’s assuring or worrying, but it’s the truth at least. “Yeah. Volunteering’s not me, even if Eric made a decent attempt at getting me in elf ears. You passed by Santa’s Village yet? You’ll see your favorite people dressed as Santa’s little helpers.”

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vclxntinas·:

        “  it would be treating me a lot better if you would move the fuck outta my way.  ”  valentina’s eyes slowly looked the other up  &  down with annoyance ridden on her face. “  complaining about a little cold like a fucking pussy. actually pathetic.  ”  she stated. this was absolutely nothing to her. winter could easily be her favorite season. mainly because of christmas, of course.

"Well, someone’s snippy,” Tristan comments, more amused than anything else. “I see the Grinch has found a replacement in the form of an angry little girl.” A slow smirk comes to form on Tristan’s lips as he looks down at her. “I’d watch the language, sweetcheeks. There are parents around. Wouldn’t want them to think Northlake’s not pushing out the finest.”

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ericbrxdford‌:

“Yeah, you’re right. As if you’d ever let yourself stoop so low.” The idea of Tristan and Anika together for real made his stomach turn. Gross. She was so annoying and rude and when you happened to dish it back at her, she started pulling the dumb jock/bully card. If he wanted a bucket of ice cold water to fall on her head on her way into Chemistry, he would do it. If he wanted to hide a dead rat in her locker, he would. Those were way too easy though and the stakes weren’t high enough. Sure, she’d be angry and maybe even tattletale to the nearest faculty member, but it wouldn’t be nearly as satisfying. “Tilly..?” Of course Tilly was in on the whole thing. Suddenly, Tristan’s reluctance to open his mouth at Dairy’s made sense. 

“Maybe she’s realizing that at the end of the day you’re still a jock and that you and I are still best friends and doesn’t want to get caught up in our awesomeness.” Tristan’s very association with Eric and Tilly and the rest of their crowd was probably what was making her reluctant to pursue the other jock. After all, Tris was right in his self-analysis. What more could a girl want in a guy? Eric chuckled, “Maybe it’s for the best. If I had to see you two together, I’d probably want to hurl. No way any friend of mine would be caught with a loser lik-” And suddenly, a light bulb went off in his head. “Okay, so this may or may not work, but…” Eric straightened up, leaning in as he spoke excitedly in hushed tones. “So she hates the popular crowd right? And probably hates me the most. I mean, come on- let’s be real. And she knows that we’re best friends. What if we pretend like we’re fighting because you actually like her and you told me and I’m like ‘What? Fuck no!’? We can stage a whole argument or fight or whatever at school so she can see and then she’ll have no choice, but to be convinced that you’re different. Plus, since you fought with me, your best friend, over the whole thing she’d have to believe you when you say you like her.” 

Tristan can’t escape the pang of guilt that runs past his chest when Eric says Tilly’s name. Eric is normally his go-to for plan-sharing. He’s aware how upsetting it might be that his best friend’s own ex-girlfriend knew before he did. "Um yeah.” He blinks, faltering for a moment as he studies Eric’s face before collecting himself and launching into an explanation, “She... has sensitive information on me and I had to give it up. Otherwise, you know, you’d obviously be my first choice to share my plan with.” He’s quick to protect himself. "But having TIlly in on this is incredibly valuable. She can keep mouths shut if people start thinking I’m crazy.” It’s no secret that Tilly is the most powerful person at school. If (and hopefully when) he and Nik get ‘serious’, he’s going to need protection to maintain his reputation and TIlly is the only one capable of providing that.

“Very true,” Tristan chimes in agreement. But then it hits him. Maybe that’s why. Maybe it’s not because he’s not her type physically. (Because, c’mon.) Maybe he’s not her type clique-wise. He’s a Jock. He’s popular. That makes him dangerous. Oh god, Eric really is the answer to all of his problems. He provides a perspective Tristan didn’t even think of. Gosh, Eric is amazing. Truly, the apex of people. And as he keeps talking, Tristan only agrees with that belief more. “You’re a fucking genius,” leaves his mouth without thought. Truly mind blown. “The best way to get Nik to believe me is to betray the most important part of me. My popularity, my best friend.” But that means... his popularity. His best friend. The ultimate sacrifice. Temporary. But it’ll be worth it. It’s too good an idea that he can’t even consider being selfish. It’ll amplify every action he makes with Nik, big or small, helping him gain progress quickly despite how much she’d set him back. “It’ll help everything fall into place. Nik will completely believe everything I do with no doubt or hesitation. We will have such control over the situation, it’ll be crazy.” And then. “We can go even crazier,” he announces, leaning back, fingers on his temples because his mind is practically expanding in this very moment.

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ninaromanos·:

     “  yeah,  ”  nina  concurred,   not   quite   getting   the   joke   but   laughing   anyway   out   of   courtesy.   “   great,   actually   !   i   might’ve   eaten   one   too   many   toffee   apples,   but   can   you   really   blame   me   ?   ”   she   giggled,   wrapping   her   coat   tighter   around   her   petite   frame.   “   i’d   go   back   inside   for   some   hot   cocoa   if   only   the   gym   wasn’t   so   crowded.   ”

"Toffee apples? I mean, they’re delicious, how could I possibly?” Tristan says with a smile, even if: he fucking hates toffee apples. Bad experience when he was younger. Got it stuck in his hair and his mom had to cut it out, resulting in a very weird haircut and a young Tristan wearing an array of caps to school for a solid month. “How about if I go in with you? I hear waiting in line isn’t so bad with company.” Yes, he knows: he’s technically supposed to be keeping an eye on Nik. But. Nina is arguably the easiest Queen Bee and he could use a little boost to his ego. Some schmoozing won’t hurt. He wants to make sure he’s still got it.

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violet-parnel‌:

“Listen, we all have to do our part every once in a while,” she chuckled. “Imogen doesn’t scare me; she never really has. Why – should I be?” Violet took the money from Tristan, securing it in the lock box before turning around to get him his sufganiyot. “Are you?”

"Really? You haven’t seen the Crazy Tennis Girl video? Because that was wild.” He chuckles softly. He likes to watch it himself when he’s feeling a little down. He takes his purchased treats from Violet. “Me? Volunteer? That’s adorable.” He bites into the first donut. And it’s so delicious, he’s actually upset. “No. I’m not,” he says, mouth a bit full. He wipes at the corner of his mouth with his thumb, poking his tongue out on one side where he feels powdered sugar. “Figured I’d be more of an attendee, but the idea of cutting firewood sounds fun. Might offer my services for a moment or two if I get bored. Axes and blunt force sounds like a blast.”

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"Christ, it’s fucking cold out. Game of Thrones wasn’t kidding when they said winter is coming. It’s fucking here and frigid.” He blows into his gloved hands before rubbing them together. “How’s the market treating ya?”

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violet-parnel·:

“I know the Hebrew is scary, but they’re just jelly donuts. Delicious, home-made jelly donuts. Trust me, it’s the hardest thing in the world working this stand without eating all of them myself. Can I get you one?”

"Violet Parnel. My, my. Looks who’s out here doing their good deeds.” Volunteering has never been his thing but he’s intrigued to see which faces are offering their efforts. “Prinz booth, huh? Pretty brave. Imogen hasn’t scared the living shit out of you yet?” He hands her a bill. “I’ll take two.”

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princessleiak·:

“Cupcakes are three dollars, cookies are one fifty, and for the last time, no, this is not a fucking kissing booth.” She said while rearranging the goods on display, not looking up to see who had approached the stand. 

"Wow... cute. But you’re not my type. I’m here for a cupcake,” Tristan informs, hands in the pockets of his coat as he looks at the options offered. “Do you have any flavor recommendations? Or should I go with a classic vanilla?”