Tristan's POV

After all the sobbing had finished, we continued to watch Brooklyn Nine Nine until it was time for that party. I didn't really wanna go because I didn't want to leave Lorna in her state.

"Tris, don't worry about me. I'll be fine with your friend... Connor? Right?" she smiles, patting my shoulder as I nod.

"Are you sure?" I ask, getting up with Lorna following me.

"I'm sure. Go have fun at your party!" she rushes me out of the door and slams it shut.

Great. Now I have to go back to mine, get ready, bring Con to L's and go to the party. Seems easy.

I hop into my car, turn on the engine and speed off back to mine. Taylor Swift was playing in the background as I switch the radio station again and again.

Cecilia, you're breaking my heart
You're shaking my confidence daily...

You're kidding me right? I swap the station again till I found some Shawn Mendes and sang along. But that god damn song was still buzzing in my head.

Fucking idiots. I hate them soo much, McVey and Simpson. "I'm the lead singer so I should be in charge." "I was the one who started this band so I should." Joe's in charge you dimwits, he's our manager after all.

Ugh, just their annoying squabbling was just irritating for the whole crew, until Con and I quit the band. Yep, we weren't 'dedicated enough' or 'not showing enough love to our fans' so we cut the bullcrap and left. Plus, we were the only ones who cared about the music, while Tweedle Dum and Tweedle Dee were struck in fame world.

"Yo Tris, you've been in the car for almost half an hour. Do you wanna come out?" Con says, knocking on the window as I get pulled back into reality.

I nod, turning the engine off and getting out the car. I lock it behind me as I walk over to Con, who was confused as hell. I sigh before going inside and running up to my room.

Right. So. What should I wear?

I settle down for a leopard printed top, black jeans and a black leather jacket. I style my hair in the usual shape, put on my black pumas on, ran downstairs and ran out the door.

"WAIT TRIS!" Connor yells, putting his shoes on as he grabs his jean jacket. He limps to the car as I quickly open the door as he flies into the passenger's seat.

"Dramatic much?" I laugh as he mocks me before he fasts his seatbelt. I sigh before driving off back to Lorna's.

Once again, the familiar song from earlier came up and me and Con groan, before turning the radio. Connor plugs in his phone while choosing a song.

Now this is my jam.

"AM I BETTER DEAD? AM I BETTER OFF A QUITTER? THEY SAY THAT I'M BETTER OFF NOW THAN I EVER WAS WITH HER!" I scream, Con laughing his head off while we yell it out through the streets.

"AND MY MATES ARE ALL THERE TRYING TO CALM ME DOWN CAUSE I'M SHOUTING YOUR NAME ALL OVER TOWN! I'M SWEARING IF I GO THERE NOW, I CAN CHANGE HER MIND, TURN IT ALL AROUND!" Con shouts as we both headbutt to the beat of the song.

"AND I KNOW THAT I'M DRUNK BUT I'LL SAY THE WORDS, AND SHE'LL LISTEN THIS TIME EVEN THOUGH THEY'RE SLURRED! SO I DIALED HER NUMBER AND CONFESSED TO HER. IM STILL IN LOVE BUT ALL I HEARD WAS NOTHINGGGG."

"YO GUYS, YOU WANNA SHUSH?" someone shouts through the door as I turn to face Lorna. I turn the volume down as she scoffs and runs back into her house.

Con jumps out of the car, running after her. I laugh as I wave them off before driving off to the 'party' that I was invited to. Joy.

But he never stopped thinking about contacting those two idiots.