Tristan Marx

Tristan was beaming as he bought the largest bouquet of flowers the store had. It was he and Dylan’s five year anniversary and he couldn’t afford anything more.
Dylan was his everything they’d started dating when he was fifteen and he was now turning twenty. Dylan was Tristan’s first kiss, his first love. He was still a virgin but Dylan had agreed to wait until marriage. A life without Dylan just felt stupid, like there was no reason to live.
He drove back to their house which he had bought for them two years ago. He was humming to himself as he turned the key in the lock.
Hmm, Dylan wasn’t in the living room. God, it was one in the afternoon and he was probably still sleeping.
Tristan rolled his eyes as he walked to the bedroom. He was so anxious, he’d been waiting for Dylan to propose for a while now and he thought today might finally be the day.
There was still a smile on his face as he opened the bedroom door but it quickly turned to an expression of horror.
Dylan was naked on top of some other man, his tongue was down the man’s throat. Tristan made a strangled sound and both men looked at him.
“TRISTAN!” Dylan exclaimed. “H-hey baby…”
“Dylan, who is that?” The man asked, looking up at Tristan.
“I’m his BOYFRIEND!” Tristan screamed.
“Um, I’M his boyfriend. Have been for the past four years.”
The tears blurred Tristan’s vision. Four of the five years he’d been with Dylan, Dylan was fucking someone else.
“Did I take too long to let you fuck me?!” He cried.
“Tris, baby no.” Dylan cooed.
“Do not call me baby! You have no right to!”
Tristan ran around, packing his things frantically.
“Tristan baby, don’t leave.”
“You only want me to stay because you can’t pay the fucking rent on this house!”
“No that’s not it. Tris, I’m sorry.”
Tristan spun around and slapped Dylan hard across the face.
“You are not fucking sorry. You’re sorry I caught you.” He growled. “I never want to see your cheating ass again. Good bye!” He screamed as he stormed out the door with his suitcase.