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Romance High School Drama

Triscin sat on the porch of the Colorado cabin, his arms heavy inside the coat Eleanor had returned to him as he left the hospital. He stared down at the phone in his hands. He’d been scrolling through old pictures and thinking of deleting them, but he couldn’t bring himself to do it. Every time his finger got close to that dreaded trash can, every time he got close to shredding another strip from the paper mache sculpture he’d become, he froze. It was impossible. Triscin was looking at a picture he and Eleanor had taken on their way to Colorado.

She was sitting in the passenger’s seat of his then unsmashed car, her feet propped in his lap but her face turned away from the camera. He’d been grinning, eyes wide and happy in the sunlight shifting in through the windows. They’d stopped at a little cafe for lunch and he, like he often did but tried very hard not to, had ordered the wrong drink for Eleanor. She hadn’t spoken for him for twenty minutes afterwards. 

Triscin sighed as he swiped the screen and found a picture he’d taken of Eleanor once they’d already arrived. She’d thrown all her luggage on the floor of the room, flopped on the bed, shoes still on, and fallen sound asleep. Triscin had taken her shoes off and set them by her bags. He put away her hang up dresses in the closet because he knew she’d hate for them to be wrinkled and then snapped a picture of her as she slept, a momentary angel. Triscin didn’t delete that one either. 

The last picture they’d taken together was two days ago. Triscin was sitting next to Eleanor and they were sharing a plate of waffles because Eleanor liked them but not enough to eat four by herself. Triscin was more than happy to help her out, and the picture turned out cute; Eleanor had whipped cream on the end of her nose and Triscin had an arm around her shoulders, pulling her closer than she’d been in a while. That, Triscin thought, was one of the best pictures he’d seen. Ever. In the history of photography. He hearted it and clicked off his phone, leaning back on his hands. 

It was rough being single again, especially when he felt like everyone more or less expected him to move on with his life. Muz had told him, while they were walking to go get donuts, “You’re bound to find someone who treats you better now that you’ve realized you deserve that,” and Triscin had been mulling that over since the minute she and Afra had pulled out of the driveway. 

Triscin had gone inside and intended on playing Solitare with the rest of the group before they finished packing up, but instead he found himself pulling on gloves and heading back out to the porch. He’d been sitting there for hours. All he could do was scroll through old pictures and wish he could look forward to taking more, to making more happy memories with Eleanor. He knew they weren’t all happy times, but at least they looked that way in the pictures. He couldn’t count the number of times he’d run out of storage because his phone was so full of his memories, reminders of what was important in his life. 

Pinterest had shown Triscin a quote once that said, “If you want to know what someone loves most in life, watch what they photograph.” If anyone had gotten ahold of his phone they would have known from the lockscreen to the last picture in his camera roll that what he loved most in life was a girl with green eyes and a smile that didn’t always reach them. 

Triscin felt hollow without her and he hated feeling scooped out because of someone who had already taken so much from him. It was a strange ache, under his ribs and behind his eyelids, that made him want to call her and ask if she would take him back. “I’ll remember to always get your drink orders right and I’ll never recommend you wear the blue dress when you like the red one better!” he imagined himself saying, begging her to let him back into the life he recently knew better than his own. 

He turned on his phone and of course found Eleanor’s contact under LOML <3 <3. He wondered what his contact name was in her phone. Probably now it was nothing. Triscin wouldn’t be surprised if she’d already blocked his number. 

“Hey, mind if I join you in this time of deep reflection?” 

Triscin turned around and patted the seat next to him, agreeing to a midnight chat with Gervassi. Gervassi sat down next to him with a sigh and leaned over to look at Triscin’s phone. “Thinking of calling already?” 

“Um,” Triscin turned his phone back off and slid it under his legs, “Yeah.” 

“I would be thinking of it too. You guys were like OTP in my book, you know that? I’m sure it’s not easy.” 

Triscin nodded. “Not easy knowing your best friend doesn’t want you in her life anymore, hasn’t wanted you there maybe ever,” he tightened his fingers around his wrist and kept his eyes on his hands, “Knowing that the whole time she was thinking of someone else? Yeah. That’s not easy.” 

“I wasn’t in contact with her for years.” 

“I’m not blaming you, I just don’t know how to get over the fact that she really didn’t love me. I don’t know how to forget her.” Triscin handed Gervassi his phone. “Maybe you can hang on to that for tonight? I feel like I’ll call her and break everything further apart.” 

“What more is there to break, though?”

“Why would you ask that? Wouldn’t it destroy you if Afra almost died…”

“Yes.”

“I’m not done yet! Wouldn’t it destroy you if Afra almost died, but then she didn’t and instead she told you she’d been, I dunno, pining over one of her ex’s for the last few years? And then you called her after you’d broken up and she just told you never to talk to her again?”

Gervassi felt like he wasn’t doing very well in the way of helping his friend. The truth was, he didn’t think Triscin and Eleanor had the basis that he and Afra had. Of course it ended badly. It was a relationship built on late night arguments and early morning make ups, a cycle vicious as the girl who fueled its wheel. 

“What if you called someone else instead to keep your mind off Eleanor? I’m obviously bothering you. Also I need to finish packing.” Gervassi stood up and noticed Triscin wearing Eleanor’s jacket, though it wasn’t hers to begin with. “She gave your coat back?”

“Yeah. Sure did. Do you think, um, would Muz want to talk to me? Not like talk talking but just as friends?”

Gervassi folded his hands in omniscient peace. “Ask the donuts, young Padawan.” Triscin took that to mean yes. Gervassi walked back inside. 

“Guess I’m calling Muz, then.” Triscin picked up his phone from where Gervassi had left it. He found Muz’s number under Muzical ⭐️ and pressed call. 

“Hi? This is Triscin?”

Muz’s laugh, loud and bright as Broadway, drifted over the phone and she answered, “Well, is it Triscin or not? This is Muz.”

“Yes, I’m me, um, Triscin, yes. Hi. Want to talk for a minute?” 

Muz turned to Afra, who was focused on the stretch of highway ahead, and asked her if she minded. 

“No, go ahead, I’ll think of how I’m going to explain all this to my parents when I get home.” Afra waved Muz on, curious as to how the conversation would play out. She wasn’t planning on thinking of explanations, she was going to eavesdrop and not feel guilty about it. After all, Muz had crashed Colorado all week. It was due time Afra nudged the table back a bit, even though she knew Muz would insist she and Triscin were the buddiest of buddies. 

“Afra said she needs a karaoke break anyway. What’s up? Missing me already?” 

“Kind of.” Triscin chose his next words with careful precision, not wanting to stick his feet in something he couldn’t get out of, “I was thinking of calling Eleanor and then Gervassi said not to. I didn’t really want to talk to her, I’m just not used to being alone.” 

“Oh.” Muz tapped her fingers against her leg. She pretended to herself that she was fine, unbothered even, by Triscin using her number as a distraction. In truth, she would have loved to hear his voice just because he wanted to say hi, not ask for advice or talk more about the awful Eleanor. 

“Yeah, oh. Sorry, I didn’t call to complain. You’re better company than she was most of the time, to be honest, and I need a friend.” Triscin could sense the tension between phones, even miles and statelines away. “Seen any neat roadside attractions on your way home?” 

Muz couldn’t help but laugh. Eleanor had lost a good man when she let this one go, rather when she shoved him and his shattered heart out the hospital door. “We went to Waffle House!” 

“That’s awesome!” Triscin added Waffle House to his growing Things Muz Gets Excited About. From the sound of it, the newest addition ranked higher on the list than Broadway, even, and he thought Muz was a serious Broadway fan. “I bet the people were super nice. The waitresses at my local Waffle House are cool. The lady that usually serves my mom and I, her name is Eva Ridley and she used to be in the Navy. You’d like her.” 

“I’m sure I would. Other than Waffle House, though, we’ve only stopped at some random gas stations and they weren’t all that noteworthy. There was one guy named Phil who gave Afra and I free coupons for a cupcake shop nearby.” 

“Did you take it?”

“No! Of course not. Afra ripped it up and threw it out the window.” The pieces of that coupon are still floating shredded down the highway, haunting the souls of those who dare entice young girls with the promise of carbs and sugar, two of the deadliest temptations. “We’re not stupid.” 

“Good, and I know. Of course I know you aren’t stupid. I happen to think you’re very clever.”

“Not smart?” 

Triscin glanced behind him and saw Ander sitting by the window, asleep. Little napping eavesdropper. “Well, sure, you’re smart, but not only memorization smart. Like, I feel like you could talk about something for hours and still make it interesting. That kind of clever.” He stood up and headed back inside, cold from the brisk high winds. “Okay, example. The elevator thing? That was cool.” 

“Yeah?” 

“For sure!” 

“I’m glad we went to get donuts today, Muz. You got me thinking about a lot of things and it was nice to be with someone who listened to me. I like having conversations, it turns out.”

“I’m glad we went to go get donuts too.” A minute passed where the two of them sat and listened to outside sounds. Crickets, maybe, but there was also a sifting drift of heartbeats feeling light in the company of a kindred spirit. After a few seconds Muz said something else, and Triscin laughed as he walked up the stairs, and they talked for forty more minutes without ever feeling a second go by. 

When they got off the phone, Muz waited for Afra to say something weird that would make her spin into a tizzy, but her best friend was quiet, hands on the wheel and a lips parted in a satisfied grin. 

“What?” Muz plugged her phone in; it was on thirteen percent, and propped her arm against the window frame. 

“Oh, nothing.” Afra was pretty sure it wasn’t nothing, but she also didn’t want to push Muz into something that she didn’t want or didn't need. “Just glad you had a nice talk.” 

On his cabin bed in Colorado, the last night he would spend there, Triscin deleted a picture of Eleanor before turning off his phone and going back downstairs to play cards. It was just one picture out of hundreds, but it was a start and as difficult as it was, Triscin felt the paving under his feet shift to a better road ahead.

November 02, 2020 04:00

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191 comments

Great story you have there!! I loved reading it for every second! :)

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Soofia Asad
22:04 Nov 11, 2020

Sameeeee

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Scout Tahoe
14:35 Nov 02, 2020

Aw, this was so cute. I'm so glad I stopped by because this is wonderful. It played out like a movie before my eyes. Triscin is so heartbroken and Muz totally cheered him up. Amazing job.

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Avani G
12:50 Nov 02, 2020

Ahh! Another Afrassi edition!! I've been waiting for this, for like, ever now and I'm so happy you decided to post it! 😁

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Anoushka Jain
11:16 Nov 02, 2020

Damn you're still great! I'm back after a looooong break from Reedsy, and I'm so excited to read everyone's stories again! And can I just say, your writing is always a fantastic read, and this is no exception! Great job :)

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Amaya .
21:20 Nov 13, 2020

could I add you to my bio when I switch it back to normal? (if I do shoutouts)

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Rhondalise Mitza
21:32 Nov 13, 2020

Sure, go ahead!

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Amaya .
21:33 Nov 13, 2020

ok it's finisheddd :) check it outtt

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Amaya .
16:58 Nov 13, 2020

Hi Aliseeee i like ur new biooo

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Rhondalise Mitza
17:45 Nov 13, 2020

Yay!

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Amaya .
17:45 Nov 13, 2020

wait can you help me with mine? i want to change it back to a normal one but i don't want it to be the same as before

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Rhondalise Mitza
18:02 Nov 13, 2020

Yesss what can I help with?

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Amaya .
18:04 Nov 13, 2020

ummmmm just what should i put in it besides shoutouts, i guess :)

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Rhondalise Mitza
18:40 Nov 13, 2020

Well, obviously don't add super personal information. I'd do a few things you like to do besides writing, maybe a few favorite books, songs, if you have any cute pets/pet stories. You could also add any links to quizzes you've done and tell people which of your stories would best suit their interest. (If you like romance: read This oNe, If you like Action: Do this one) Like that.

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Amaya .
04:34 Nov 11, 2020

Hi Alise :)

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Rhondalise Mitza
13:57 Nov 11, 2020

Hey hey

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Amaya .
19:30 Nov 11, 2020

how r u? in general

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Rhondalise Mitza
19:58 Nov 11, 2020

Right now? making flashcards for study life and getting the heck away from discord servers XD, how are you, though?

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Amaya .
03:46 Nov 04, 2020

Alise I love your bio so muchhhhh <3

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23:10 Nov 03, 2020

Btw, just upvoted ya past Vayd again. You were only one point behind so I couldn't resist... XD

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Rhondalise Mitza
23:32 Nov 03, 2020

Thought you cared not for karma points...XD?

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00:42 Nov 04, 2020

I do not assign any personal significance to the points de karma, but I couldn't resist... I am somehow on the leaderboard now. XD

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15:05 Nov 03, 2020

I'm probably Apples 2 Apples, if I had to pick one of those games. But honestly, none of those is really me. I kinda wanna figure out my personality boardgame now... XD

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Rhondalise Mitza
15:25 Nov 03, 2020

Maybe I should add more, there's so many other ones.

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Rhondalise Mitza
15:26 Nov 03, 2020

And yeah, a lot of the stuff was sort of out there personality traits I picked up from book characters and film folks.

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15:35 Nov 03, 2020

My game is officially chess. Chess- Loves both the arts and the sciences, laughs out loud at serious and emotional moments in soap operas, alternates between standing coldly in the corner and wisecracking with the crowd, trusts no one, peels the peeling paint off the walls for the sake of peeling it, could either be a rocket scientist or a mad poet, eats compulsively or not at all, likes it when people are intimidated, breaks things when he's angry and takes things apart when he's not, hates shopping in person, loves Amazon, likes loud no...

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Rhondalise Mitza
16:53 Nov 03, 2020

Haha, good job! When writing this type of thing we usually say "they" though, instead of he or she just because that includes everyone, you know? Mind if I add it to my bio? I'll say you wrote it, of course. And my brother plays chess competitively so I appreciate the caricature on his behalf. I agree with the part that says, "writes obsessively for two weeks and then forgets about it for a month." #relatablewriters XD

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16:56 Nov 03, 2020

I don't care what U do with it. ;) Yeah, you're right--I forgot to use "they" lol.

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Rhondalise Mitza
18:08 Nov 03, 2020

also do you really love Amazon?

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18:56 Nov 03, 2020

It's extraordinarily useful... :P

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Zilla Babbitt
14:23 Nov 03, 2020

Either Apples to Apples or Trivial Pursuit. I love this new bio thing.

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Rhondalise Mitza
14:38 Nov 03, 2020

Isn't it fun? :)

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B. W.
22:29 Nov 02, 2020

heyyy

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Rhondalise Mitza
01:38 Nov 03, 2020

Hi, B!

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B. W.
01:52 Nov 03, 2020

how are ya? ^^

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Rhondalise Mitza
02:09 Nov 03, 2020

Good, how are you? Did you eat today/sleep well?

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B. W.
02:25 Nov 03, 2020

Yes and no

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Rhondalise Mitza
03:40 Nov 03, 2020

Aw well, I hope you get some good sleep tonight! :D

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Orenda .
16:34 Nov 02, 2020

Yay, I've been waiting for an update! I want more of Triscin and Muz😤. I admire them and they're my new OTP. i got a song rec, though. I'm sure you'll enjoy it. inverness & William Bolton - Lost My Mind https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PbnQZxtYqQU

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Rhondalise Mitza
17:38 Nov 02, 2020

Oh awesome! Will check that out and yesss, Triscin and Muz are super cute.

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Orenda .
17:42 Nov 02, 2020

yupp, of course!!

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B. W.
15:59 Nov 02, 2020

Oh woah, this is such a great story that ya did ^^ I don't really have much to say again besides that its still pretty great and I like what you did for it, ill give it a 10/10 :) I haven't been able to come up with any ideas at all for these prompts though, do ya think you could help me?

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15:50 Nov 02, 2020

I'll be back to comment on this once I get through all the previous editions...

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Rhondalise Mitza
15:57 Nov 02, 2020

Oh awesome, thanks! Let me know if you need the list.

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18:59 Nov 02, 2020

I do need the list, please...I think I've read the first three, but I am in no way sure! XD

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Rhondalise Mitza
19:01 Nov 02, 2020

1.) Box or Mattress? 2.) Afra and Gervassi Get Lost 3.) Afra and Gervassi Off Road 4.) Afra and Gervassi Sleep in Boxes 5.) The Colorado caravan 6.) Sunrises over Afra and Gervassi 7.) Her name is Eleanor 8.) Triscin’s Interlude 9.) Muz’s Intermission 10.) Boxes and Liberace 11.) Triscin and Muz: A Duet :)

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19:03 Nov 02, 2020

Whoa. O.O I've read six and seven. No wonder I was so confuzzled! You need to combine all of these into one big Google Doc!

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Rhondalise Mitza
19:15 Nov 02, 2020

I have them in one Google Doc, it's over a hundred pages :) And yeahhh you must be so lost.

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Whoa. Unbelievable. To explain how good this was would require me to learn a different language, because the English language does not have vocabulary to describe this. Rhondalise, would you be able to give me some prompt ideas as well? i'm awful at thinking of short story prompts and I would really appreciate it if you shot me a few.(Link is in my bio if you are interested)

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Rhondalise Mitza
14:33 Nov 02, 2020

My word, sure I would! I love giving story prompts, will hop over shortly. :)

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Amaya .
21:32 Nov 13, 2020

new bioo check it outtt

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Orenda .
16:25 Nov 13, 2020

your bio is hilarious! Getting back into the writing mood?

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Rhondalise Mitza
16:34 Nov 13, 2020

I am! So excited. :D

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Orenda .
16:35 Nov 13, 2020

yesss... we getting out a story in sometime. Just wait for it :D

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B. W.
04:26 Nov 11, 2020

Rhonda, its out now ^^ So could you please maybe check out "Sweet revenge" and then leave some Feedback/critique on it?

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04:10 Nov 11, 2020

I will frame that way-too-relatable-for-our-own-good poem on my wall and stare at it all day instead of the blank page on my screen. Why does life have to be like this? Ugh, and last week I was overflowing with ideas but couldn't find the words.

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