YOU CAN'T ALWAYS GET WHAT YOU WANT

I'm not going to lie when I say it's a story you've probably heard a million times—boy loves boy, boy loves someone else, boy is crazy with jealousy and depressed that nothing ever works out for him and eventually…boy gets boy.

The difference? Well, it happened to me.

So of course I'd want to tell it.

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I watched Tristan everyday with a sad yearning as we sat watching my game shop. We talked and goofed around, joking about whatever like we always did. I watched him with that sad yearning because I was ridiculously in love with him as cheesy as it may sound.

It was a dead day, both of us leaning on the glass counter in utter boredom, waiting for somebody to come in.

"Geez, it's slow. It's a good thing you're here or I may have shot myself already." I joked, bumping against him.

He grinned, returning the bump with one of his own. All I had were those small insignificant moments when our bodies would barely touch or just brush against each other.

I hated being in love with Tristan. I hated it almost as much as I loved him…almost being the key word—my desire for him still overpowering any chance I ever had of giving this up. Saying you're in love with someone is pretty big. I didn't get there overnight or just wake up one day and decide it. If anything I avoided the thought and held it with disdain every time the idea entered my mind.

I was happy for Tristan that he had Joey. I really was. I knew Joey made him happy and that made me happy. When I first met Tristan that day years ago, I knew he loved Joey. I even saw why. The fire that burned in Joey when he dueled, its what drew Tristan in.

But it was that very quality in Tristan that made me fall for him in a way I couldn't imagine or believe. The way he talked about Joey, the way they spoke and touched…I wanted to know how that felt.

"You okay?" Tristan broke me out of my thoughts, giving me a quizzical look before I grinned and nodded.

"Sorry, just thinking 'bout stuff for school." I lied, thankful when he nodded and began talking about what he had to do.

I glanced at the clock while he spoke, my heart sinking as I saw it was the time he would always leave. I prayed he wouldn't notice, that he would just stay here all night, but my glance caught his attention.

He looked to the clock, "Crap, gotta get going dice-boy! Jou's waiting." He smiled, quickly gathering his stuff.

"'Bout time I got rid of that ugly mug of yours." I grinned. I did that a lot, pretended not to care in an effort to mask my true feelings.

"Aww you know you love me." he teased, pinching my cheeks. I laughed, swatting them away.

"See ya!" he yelled as he left. I watched him leave, waving goodbye until he turned the corner. I immediately collapsed on the counter, sighing and planning to lie there forever. Completely frustrated and angry with myself.

Why couldn't I just get it through my thick skull it would never happen? Why couldn't I just like somebody that wasn't taken?

AN: Here we go! Woo! This one is much shorter than the others, just because...well...because I said so. ; ) But, regardless, I hope you enjoy the last installment of the This Is stories and hope to hear from you all! xxxooo

PS. whispers Pretend this was a really long chapter, okay?