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Drabble: December 29

Trigger Warnings: Overdose, possible suicide attempt, irresponsible dog ownership.

Yesterday

While most people thought of the week between Christmas and New Years Eve as that week where nothing gets done, for Tristan it was always one of his busiest weeks of the year. As someone who got famous for being famous and who was notorious for blacking out at bars in his youth, the week between Christmas and New Years was his time to shine. He was booked to attend multiple parties throughout the week, and don’t get him started on New Years Eve… When he last checked in with his business manager, he was scheduled to attend ten different parties throughout the night. Something he’d learned over the years was to not drink the week between the holidays. He needed to drink a hell of a lot of tea and water throughout the week so he could keep going on NYE.

This also meant that he did a lot of sleeping in during the in-between holidays week, too. Gremlin kept announcing that Daddy was a vampire, and honestly… she wasn’t half-wrong about that. Still, the thing was… most people knew he slept during the day during this week, so his phone going off before noon was not normal.

“‘Lo?” He mumbled out into his phone, not even bothering to look at the caller ID. He’d been asleep for maybe four hours? If he was being generous with his guess. Honestly, he had no idea when he’d fallen asleep let alone what time it was now. “‘S Tris’an.”

There was a beat before a professional voice responded. “Hey, Tristan. It’s Gloria over at MTV.”

Now that got his attention, he rolled up into a sitting position and scrubbed a hand over his face. Princess was curled up on Eden’s pillow, which had more to do with the fact that she was jealous of how much of Tristan’s time his fiancé took up more than anything else. “Hey, Gloria. We didn’t have anything scheduled today, did we?” He yawned and attempted to wrack his brain for something - anything - that was on his schedule. Hell, he was pretty damn good at keeping his schedule in line these days. A perk of getting older he supposed.

“We didn’t.” She replied, in a tone of voice that made him think she was annoyed. “Lacey was supposed to come in to do some promo reshoots for Sleepless in Seattle. No one has been able to get a hold of her. You haven’t heard from her today have you?”

Fuck, he wasn’t even with Lacey anymore and still people had the audacity of reaching out to him when they couldn’t get in contact with her. It was annoying as hell, but he supposed that’s what happened when you had a kid with someone – you were bonded together for life. “No, I haven’t seen her since Christmas Day. She was supposed to pick up Mer yesterday, but something came up.” He sighed, and ran a hand through his hair. “I have a key to her place because of Mer. I can go check on her if you’re that worried.”

Gloria gave a relieved sigh. “That would be fantastic, Tristan.” She hesitated for a moment, as though she was debating with herself about something. “If you get there and there’s something that maybe…” She seemed to be fumbling over what she wanted to say, but Tristan got the drift. Hell, he’s sure over the years someone had gotten the same speech about him.

“If there’s anything the network needs to do damage control on, you’ll be my fourth call.” He promised before hanging up.

After knocking on the door for a couple of minutes, Tristan let himself into her place. “Hey, Lace. It’s me.” He called out, toeing his shoes off out of habit more than anything else. “You home? I saw your car outside.” He called. “Gloria from the network called. You were supposed to do some reshoots today. You here?”

The living room and kitchen were empty. He barely got a couple of steps towards where the bedrooms and bathrooms were when Puff came barreling out of the back, barking his little head off. Now that he was looking, it looked like Puff had shit in the living room, which wasn’t normal behavior for the dog. “Hey, buddy. Where’s Lacey?” He asked as he scooped the dog up before heading towards Lacey’s room. “Lace, it’s past noon. Where are you?”

As they passed the bathroom, Tristan realized his feet were wet. Fuck. He popped his head into Lacey’s room and dropped the dog in there when he saw it was empty. After the dog was safely out of the way, he opened the bathroom door and froze. The bathtub faucet was running, and there was a good inch of water on the floor. Lacey was in the tub, but it didn’t look like she was moving.

“LACE.” He bellowed as he turned the faucet off, and pulled his coparent out of the water. Tristan dropped to his knees, Lacey cradled in his lap. “Lace?!” He frantically felt for a pulse. Her body wasn’t cold, but he wasn’t sure if that was because of the water or if it was because she was still alive. He couldn’t find one, but fuck he didn’t know what he was looking for. His hand dropped to her mouth, and everything in him was weeping with joy when he felt the breath against his hand. If his kid lost her mother again… fuck.

“Oh thank fuck.” He fumbled for his phone and immediately called 9-1-1. “Hi. Yes. My ex was non-responsive in her bathtub. I don’t know how long she’s been in there or what she took, but she’s breathing. Barely, but she’s breathing. What do I do?”

Today

Over the past year, he’s had to have a couple of difficult conversations with his four year old, but this one was probably the worst one to date. He’d practiced what he was going to say with Eden for hours, but he didn’t feel prepared for it at all. Eden said he was going to be fine, but she also thought it was a conversation he needed to have alone with Merritt. Of course she was right, but that didn’t make this conversation any easier.

“Daddy?” Merritt crawled onto the couch next to him. “How come everyone’s been so sad today? Mommy E was crying, and Mommy Mommy isn’t here to play yet? I asked Tee, but he said to ask you.”

Tristan gave his daughter a wobbly smile before pulling her into his lap. “Mommy E is a little sad today.” He told her honestly. “You know how I had to leave for a long time yesterday?”

Merritt nodded. “Mommy Mommy slept too much, and needed Daddy to wake her up ‘cause that’s what friends do.” It sounded like something Troy must have told her.

“Your Mommy was really sick yesterday. I had to take her to the hospital, and the doctors had to take care of her. She had a lot of yucky things in her tummy, and the doctors had to take them out with a special machine.” He tried to explain. How the fuck did you explain an overdose that may have been a suicide attempt to a child? “They got all the yucky things out, but Mommy is still really sick. The hospital is going to have to keep her for a week, and then she’s going to have to go to a special kind of hospital that doesn’t allow visitors. But Puff is going to live with us while she's gone. That's going to be fun, right”

She blinked up at him. “Mommy’s sick?” She asked in a little voice. “Can we go visit her?”

Tristan swallowed. “No, baby. We’re not going to be able to see her for a long time, but she’s going to be able to call us in a couple of weeks. She’s just so sick that she needs a lot of time to get better.” He tried to explain. Fuck, how the hell was he supposed to explain a psych hold followed by rehab? Fuck.

“Oh.” She was quiet for a long moment. “Like last time?” She slumped in his arms. “Daddy? How come Mommy keeps going away from us?”

He was going to fucking vomit. Fuck. “I don’t know.” He admitted. “But I’m not going anywhere. You’re stuck with me forever.”

Merritt looked up at him with wet eyes. “Promise, Daddy?”

“Pinky swear, Grem. It’s me and you - always.”

“And Mommy E.” Merritt added.

Tristan glanced up to find Eden standing in the doorway. “Me, you, Mommy E, and Tee. The four of us forever.”

Merritt snuggled against him. “Kay. We’ll make Mommy a card later. Can we watch Moana?”

“Whatever you want.” He whispered out. “Whatever you want.”

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Drabble: Twenty-Eight

Title: Twenty-Eight Rating: PG-13 Word Count: 640 Trigger Warnings: References to drug abuse, overdoses, canon car accident, canon boat accident, and thoughts of death.

It was early, maybe five am. Weirdly enough Tristan had always been a morning person. He was used to getting to the stables when they opened so he could take out Hemingway’s Dream or Talladega Nights on the days the weather was decent. The rest of the time, he tended to go running most mornings. Being awake before dawn wasn’t anything new for him. Being awake without a reason, however, was new. He just… couldn’t sleep.

Tristan was curled up in the window seat, staring out towards the Seattle skyline. The window was cracked as he smoked his first cigarette of the day. Eden was still asleep, sprawled across the bed, Tristan’s pillow tucked up against her body now that he was up. September 3rd. What a weird day. He was twenty-eight today. Fvck, that was so strange. Tristan Montgomerey made it to twenty-eight years old. He never thought he’d make it to twenty-eight.

He always thought he’d be part of the 27 Club. He always thought he’d join the likes of Kurt Cobain, Jimi Hendrix, Amy Winehouse, and Janis Joplin. With the way he’d lived his life, it looked as though he’d be making that list, especially after the car accident earlier this year. As the headlights of the incoming car bore down on them, his first thought was: well, this checks. Except… He’d woken up after the accident. Just like he’d woken up after overdosing in 2018, and in 2016. And just like he’d crawled out of Puget Sound after totalling that stolen boat in 2013. Every time he thought he’d reached the end of the story, it kept continuing on. It felt unreal.

The sun was starting to rise, as the cigarette burned down to its filter. Fvck. He was twenty-eight. He’d never planned what he’d do after twenty-eight. It didn’t seem like it was in the cards. Sighing, he stubbed out his cigarette, and tossed it onto the windowsill ashtray before glancing over to where Eden was sleeping. A smile worked its way onto his face. Well… that wasn’t entirely true. He was going to get married this year. That was something. It was the only thing he had planned for his life right now, and maybe that was enough. It was a fresh start.

Pumpkin and Princess scampering into the room was his only clue that the bedroom door had been opened. As they made a beeline for the bed, he suddenly had his arms full of a fully awake toddler. “Daddy!” She squealed, burying her face into his neck. “It’s your birthday!”

He laughed as he shifted Merritt so she wasn’t stepping on his balls, and grinned over at where Eden was trying to push the dogs off so she could go back to sleep. “It is my birthday.” He agreed. “The sun isn’t awake yet. Why are you, Missy?”

Merritt giggled. “‘Cause it’s your birthday, silly. Pancakes time.” She said, like it was obvious.

Tristan pushed them off of the window seat and onto the bed, shuffling the dogs and Merritt into position so they could go back to sleep, Merritt wedged between him and Eden, and the dogs on Eden’s other side. “Not for like… three more hours.” He argued, suddenly feeling like he could fall back asleep. The thing that surprised him was that Merritt hadn’t woken up Troy.

As if summoned, Troy shuffled into the room, and crawled onto the bed next to him. “It’s your birthday.” He said as a way of explanation. “I told her it was too early.”

He nodded and he felt himself nodding back off, surrounded by his family. Just as he started to fade back to sleep he heard Troy whisper out: “Thank you for making it to twenty-eight.”

Twenty-eight. This was going to be his year. He could feel it in his bones.

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trimont · 9 months

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Biweekly Task (8/17-8/31)

Three of the muses that inspired Tristan.

Paris Hilton, The Simple Life

From the very beginning, Tristan has been based off early 00’s Paris Hilton, and the idea of being famous for being famous. He’s ridiculously wealthy and had a very wild underage party boy reputation. He also found himself on the cover of many gossip magazines for his shenanigans. Part of his show, Emerald City, involves having wealthy trust fund kids work normal jobs, which is very Simple Life. He also has a little dog he’s obsessed with and carries around with him.

Scott Disick, Keeping up with the Kardashians

Part of the reason Tristan is on Emerald City is because he dated a couple of cast members. It was what put him on MTV’s radar as a potential cast member. Tristan is pretty sarcastic, and his first instinct is to crack a joke instead of being serious. Really though, he has a lot of that bitchy humor. He’s also the quotable cast member who usually pops up on memes. He also has a lot of Scott-style freak outs when talking to his brother.

Klaus Hargreeves, The Umbrella Academy

Much like Klaus, Tristan is dealing with his own personal ghosts, and the loss of a partner (both temporarily Lacey, and his high school boyfriend, Chuck). Of course, Tristan’s are metaphorical instead of literal. A lot of Tristan’s substance abuse behaviors are modeled after Klaus. Along with his sex life, and sexual orientation. They also gave very similar clothing preferences.

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Biweekly Task [7/16 - 7/31]

Summer This or That

Ice Cream or Popsicles Beach or Pool Outdoor Movie or Outdoor Concert Travel or Stay-cation Road trip or Flight Sunrise or Sunset Hamburger or Hotdogs Water skiing or Surfing Lemonade or Sweet Tea Sandals or Barefoot Camping or Cruise Watermelon or Strawberry Sunscreen or Tanning Lotion Paddle board or Kayak Ocean or Lake Build a sandcastle or Collect seashells Sunglasses or Hat Water Park or Amusement Park Water balloon fight or Water gun fight Summer reading list or Summer playlist Get a really bad sunburn or Get stung by a jellyfish

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trimont · 1 year

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Mental Health Spirit Week Task 2

Sad Boy Playlist

1. Paint the Silence - South

2. Honey and the Moon - Joseph Arthur

3. Your Ex-Lover is Dead - Stars

4. Forever Young - Youth Group

5. Ohio is for Lovers - Hawthorne Heights

6. I Miss You - Blink-182

7. Sometime Around Midnight - Airborne Toxic Event

8. I Will Follow You Into the Dark - Death Cab For Cutie

9. How to Save a Life - The Fray

10. There is a Light That Never Goes Out - The Smiths

11. Breezeblocks - Alt-J

12. The Night We Met - Lord Huron

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Mental Health Spirit Week Task 1

Inside of me are two wolves...

Yep. I broke the test.

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Biweekly Task (05.18 - 05.31)

Ten Things That Make Tristan Happy

1) Merritt: Tristan never thought of himself as the paternal type, and when her mother got pregnant, he had more than one freak out over the prospect of being a dad. And then Merritt was here, and he’s never loved anyone or anything more than his daughter. She makes his life worth living.

2) Troy: His brother annoys the ever loving shit out of him some days, but he also is the one person in the world who makes him laugh like no one else. And okay... he’s probably his best friend, and Tristan wouldn’t have it any other way.

3) Princess: Yeah, yeah, laugh it up, but his dog is the light of his god damned life, okay? She’s fluffy, and sweet, and hates most people. So yeah... Princess makes him stupid happy.

4) Eden: He’s honestly not sure what he did to deserve Eden in his life, but he’s absolutely smitten. She soothes his rough edges in a way that no one else has.

5) Horseback Riding: There was a time in his life when he thought he was going to go to the Olympics for dressage. And then... well 2012 happened, and he was disqualified when he went to rehab. Still, there’s something about riding that just makes him feel like a human being.

6) Playing the Piano: There’s nothing better to cure his stress than playing the piano. He can get lost for hours learning new pieces. Although to be fair... he only likes to play when no one is forcing him to play.

7) Reading fan mail: The first time he got mail from someone who watched Emerald City, he was floored, but now it’s one of his favorite things. He tries to answer as many messages himself -- just not the weird ones.

8) Going Dancing: This is another one of the weird things his mother forced him to learn as a child that he learned to love. The more traditional ballroom dancing was not his thing, but salsa, tango, samba? He fucking loves it, and he’s always down to go out and dance.

9) Running: There’s something cathartic, and calming about going running. He feels the same way about it as he feels about going riding.

10) His friends: Honestly, he would be nothing without the support of his friends. They’re everything to him.

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Bi-Weekly Task (05.05-05.16)

Tristan’s main two love languages are Acts of Service and Quality Time. He prefers to receive love through Acts of Service, but he shows his love through Quality Time and Physical Touch.

For him, having someone help him out means a hell of a lot more than gifts or someone telling him something they think he wants to hear. With the way he was raised, his parents showered him with gifts and well-practiced words. It’s why he doesn’t trust when people give him presents or give him compliments. It’s just hard for him to equate gifts and pretty words with love.

To Tristan, love is Eden texting him that she picked up Merritt from preschool because she knows he’s busy. It’s Aurora staying after school with Troy to help him catch up with her class. It’s Merritt trying not to wake him up because he just flew back in to town. It’s Troy cleaning up his room without needing to be asked or making coffee for him just because.

Tristan shows his love by spending time with the people he cares about. It’s having tea parties with Merritt and listening to Troy talk about his obsession of the week. It’s reading in the studio while Eden works on a song. It’s hanging out with Amabelle at events so she’s not having to deal with people alone. It’s being there for people in the ways that no one was there for him growing up.

He also shows his love with physical touch, which is probably because he didn’t get a lot of that growing up. Tristan is always messing up his brother’s hair or throwing an arm around his shoulder. He’s always scooping his daughter up or pressing a kiss to her hair. He all but collapses against Eden’s dad when they watch TV. And Eden... He always just wants to be touching her: a hand to her lower back to guide her through a crowd, arms around her waist from behind, hooking his chin over her shoulder to see what she’s doing. He doesn’t trust words so he tries to show what he can’t say through his hands.

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Bi-Weekly Task (4.19-4.30)

Task below the cut.

Tulips or Daisies BBQ or a Picnic Rain or Sunshine Daisy Chain or Berry Picking Hiking or Biking Brunch or Dinner Floral Print or Polka Dots Ladybugs or Bumblebees Yellow or Green Birds or Butterflies April Showers or May Flowers Nap in the Sun or Reading Poems Lemonade or Sweet Tea Scavenger Hunt or Gardening Lavender Scent or Rose Scent Bubble Baths or Classic Books Lilies or Daffodils Pastels or Neutrals Spring Cleaning or Start a New Hobby Farmer's Market or Greenhouse

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Drabble: Wrong Way

Title: Wrong Way Rating: R for language Word Count: 1795 Trigger Warnings: References to underage drinking, reckless driving, car accidents, semi-graphic depictions of injuries.

Last Night – 11:30pm

“Are you sure you’re good, kid?” John Sparkes asked as they left the fundraiser, and walked out to the parking lot of the hotel. Becoming friends with his best friend’s father was pretty par for the course, and having known the Sparkes family for as long as he had, these days he typically spent time with John without Eden around. It was complicated, and how could it not be? Eden had been in love with Lacey and she chose Tristan, and during a particularly rough patch in Lacey and Tristan’s relationship, he’d slept with Eden, knowing somewhere along the line she’d fallen in love with him. He wasn’t sure how much John knew about the complexities of his, Eden, and Lacey’s relationship, but he was pretty sure he knew that Tristan and told Eden one thing and chose Lacey instead. Regardless, that didn’t seem to fuck their own friendship up too much.

Tristan nodded as he scanned the parking lot. He wasn’t sure how many drinks he’d had, but he knew it was a lot. “Yeah, yeah. Lacey’s gettin’ me. In the Tesla. Thing practically drives itself.” He promised, walking John over to his car. “I’m good, Pops. I’ll see you on Wednesday for our weekly lunch.” He offered the older man a hug, and stood off to the side, watching as he drove off after agreeing they were still good for Wednesday.

About ten minutes later, the Tesla came screeching to a halt in front of him. Frowning, Tristan peeked into the window. Lacey was driving, but Troy was sitting in the passenger seat and they were screaming at each other. He glanced back into the car, and Merritt was sitting in her carseat, fast asleep. Instead of forcing the sixteen year old out of the passenger seat, he slipped into the back with his sleeping daughter. “What the fuck?” He asked in greeting.

“Nothing! She’s overreacting.” Troy tried to justify as Lacey pulled out of the parking lot. “I went to a party, and the cops got called. It’s nothing that you guys didn’t do when you were my age.”

Lacey took a turn sharply as she merged onto the freeway. It was late, and there was something about the way she turned onto the mostly empty freeway that was nagging Tristan, but he was focused on how distracted Lacey was. All her attention was on Troy, which was something he’d always wanted, but this wasn’t the type of attention he wanted her to lavish on Troy. “I had to come and pick you up from the police station because this asshole.” And she took her hands off the wheel to gesture back towards Tristan. “Was out with Eden’s dad.”

“Why is this suddenly about me?” He whined, slumping back down into his seat. From this angle, the headlights of an oncoming vehicle were suddenly in his eyes. That was weird�� They were on the freeway. Why were there headlights in his eyes? Unless… FUCK. That’s why the turn felt weird. “LACE. You’re going the wrong way! You got on the off ramp!”

His fiancée turned away from the road to look at him. “What are you talking about?” There was frantic honking that forced Lacey to look back onto the road.

The bright lights of a semi truck filled the car, and the only thing Tristan could think about before impact was: “Fuck.”

12:03am

Tristan slowly opened his eyes. Something sticky was slipping into his eyes. He ran a shaky hand over his brow to push the blood out of his face. Wait… blood? He blinked again as he remembered what happened. Lacey was driving distractedly because she was too busy fighting with Troy over… a party? And she’d accidentally gotten on the freeway via the offramp. There had been a semi truck and… “FUCK!”

He glanced around, and realized that the car was upside down. They must have flipped when they hit the semi. He could barely move, but he heard sniffling next to him. “Daddy?” He reached out towards his daughter’s voice and grabbed her hand. “I’m here, Mer. I’m right here.”

There was the sound of someone outside the car, and he wasn’t sure if it was a good Samaritan or if it was emergency services. “Lace?” He tried, swallowing again as he tried to push blood out of his eyes again. “Troy?”

Not getting a response, panic spiked in Tristan’s stomach. “Troy?! Lacey?!” He tried again, kicking out, in hopes that he would be able to hit the seats in front of him from this angle. Merritt started crying, and he gave her hand a soothing squeeze.

“Tree?” Troy garbled out. “Wha’ ‘appened?”

He struggled against his seat in an attempt to get a better look at his brother. “Car accident.” He tried to get closer to Merritt. “Can you see if Lacey is okay?”

There was silence for a moment as Troy shifted in his seat. “I can’t see her head.” He said after what felt like too long. “I don’t think she has a head anymore.” There was a level of panic in his brother’s voice now.

“What do you mean she doesn’t have a head?!”

Before he could say anything, something heavy hit the car and his world went black again.

2:41am

“Mr. Montgomery, you’re at the U-Dub Medical Center.” A strange voice told him as he struggled against sharp, white lights. “You were in a car accident.”

There was something over his mouth, and a weak hand fumbled up to pull the offending item off. Oh – an oxygen mask. “Kids?” He managed out, finding it hard to breathe. Why was it hard to breathe?

The oxygen mask was gently placed back over his mouth. “Your children are okay.” The voice promised. “They have minor injuries. The majority of the impact was on your side of the car.”

That information was enough to relax him. He started to fade back into the darkness again before he suddenly remembered something. Frantically he pulled the mask back down. “Lace?” He asked, panic edging into his voice.

“We’ll talk about her later.” The mask was back over his face, and his world went dark again.

5:38am

This time when Tristan woke up, there was an uncomfortable feeling in his nose and no feeling in his hand. His eyes fluttered open, and this time the light didn’t hurt his eyes. It was soft and allowed him to open his eyes fully. He glanced around the room.

Troy was hunched over his bed, his hand wrapped tightly around Tristan’s. So, they explained why he couldn’t feel his hand. His brother’s face looked awful, bruising and cuts criss-crossing everywhere. Troy’s other arm was in a sling, and judging by the empty bed next to him, Troy wasn’t supposed to be out of bed. “You okay, asshole?” He rasped out, realizing that the weird feeling in his nose was an oxygen cannula.

His brother startled, and looked up at him. “Am I okay?! Are you okay, fuck face?” Troy asked, the exasperation evident in his voice. “You’re bleeding in your brain and in your internal organs!” He accused.

Tristan pushed that thought away for later, and focused on the important things. “Mer?” He managed out.

The younger boy relaxed, and shifted so Tristan could see the rest of the room. John Sparkes was slumped over in a chair, and next to him on the crappy little window bench was Eden, Merritt spread out across her chest. That made sense. Troy and Tristan’s parents weren’t listed as their emergency contacts. The hospital would have called John, who would have told Eden immediately.

“Lacey?” He asked, not understanding. He was obviously sharing a room with Troy, and the rest of their family was right there. Why wasn’t she in their room?

A weird look passed over his little brother’s face. “Tree.” He said in a little voice. “Maybe I should wake up Uncle John…”

He closed his eyes again as he thought about the last thing he remembered his brother telling him in the car about Lacey. He didn’t think she had a head… “She didn’t make it…” He finished for his brother.

Troy looked like he was about to cry. “Tree, I’m sorry. If I hadn’t gone to the party…”

He slowly opened his eyes, and squeezed Troy’s hand. “Not your fault.” He mumbled out before he slowly drifted off again. “Not your fault.”

9:51 am

The next time he woke up, the only person in the room with him was Eden. She was sitting in the chair her dad had been in, just staring down at her phone.

“E?” He mumbled out. “Water?”

She jumped and dropped her phone. “Shit! Trist!” Her eyes were soft, and it took a moment before she picked her phone up and scrambled over to the bed. “Yeah, water. I can do that.” She grabbed the pitcher and the cup with the straw and helped him take a couple of sips before putting the cup back down. Her hand hovered over his face for a moment before slowly smoothing out a bandage.

“I wanna see Lace.” He announced before reaching to pull out his IV.

Eden’s hand immediately slapped his hand away from his IV. “No. No you really don’t.” She kept hold of his hand so he wouldn’t try to pull it out again. “And you’re not allowed out of bed. Not until your MRI.”

Tristan sighed, and collapsed deeper into his pillows. “Right… Where are the kids?”

“Dad took Merritt down to the cafeteria, and the swelling went down enough for them to put on Troy’s cast.”

He swallowed, and closed his eyes.

“Trist, are you okay?”

A wet laugh bubbled out of his mouth and he squeezed Eden’s hand. “No.” He wheezed out. “I’m really really not.”

Eden let go of his hand, and climbed onto the tiny little hospital bed, head on his chest, obviously listening to his heartbeat. He wondered if that helped. “Me either.” She whispered out her breath warm through the thin hospital blanket. “How are we supposed to plan a funeral?”

And it was suddenly too much for him. “A funeral.” He said hollowly before bursting into hysterical laughter. “A funeral. We were supposed to be planning a wedding.”

The bed shifted as Eden sat up to look at him. “Trist…” She tried, but it was too much. Pain erupted through his body as sobs wracked through his body.

He shook his head, pushing Eden away from him. “Just get the nurse, okay? I… I can’t do this right now. I can’t.”

As he closed his eyes, he willed all of this to be just a nightmare. A really crappy nightmare.

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People.com Interview

Season 2 ended on that cliffhanger: a trashed hotel room and a screaming match between Seattle’s favorite trust fund kids. Someone cheated on their significant other, someone is pregnant, someone got arrested, and someone is back to their old ways. What exactly is in store for the new season?

If you follow any of the EC friends on social media, you may already know the answers to a couple of the questions the season 2 cliffhanger left us with, but not all of them, and the cast is already hinting that you may not find out all the answers right away. "I mean, we actually want you to watch the season." Tristan Montgomery (the usual reason for most of the on-air screaming matches) points out with a laugh. "Besides, I don't know half the answers myself. I watched the last episode yesterday and had a moment of: wait... I said that? I think I'm going to be just as surprised about this season as everyone watching at home."

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It’s eleven in the morning as the cast of Emerald City begin to trickle into the warehouse we’re using for today’s photoshoot. Each member of the cast was told that call time was ten a.m., but everyone who's worked with the cast before told me to tell them an hour earlier than the actual call time if I wanted them to actually arrive on time. It’s a tip I’m glad I listened to, even if I arrived at ten just in case. Natalia is the first of the cast to arrive, which is exactly what I expected. What I didn’t expect was for her to arrive with Tristan Montgomery’s beloved dog, Princess, in her purse like it belonged there.

MM: Did you steal Tristan’s dog?

Natalia laughs as she sets down her bag, and gently picks Princess up. She lets the dog smell me first before setting Princess down to explore.

ND: He’s been out of town for a couple of days, and couldn’t take her with him.

She pauses for a moment, as though she’s trying to figure out how to politely phrase what she wants to say next.

ND: He’s very particular about who she stays with when he can’t take her with him. It’s a little neurotic actually. I’ve never met anyone who treats their dog like their child before.

It seems like Natalia wants to say more, but before she gets a chance Charlie walks in mid-conversation with someone else. Sixteen year old Troy Montgomery is trailing after Charlie, explaining something in excruciating detail. As soon as Princess realizes who’s in the room, the tiny Pomeranian launches herself into Troy’s arms. The teenager laughs and is completely distracted by the dog as Charlie walks past me and Natalia and makes a beeline for the coffee station set up in the corner.

ND: Pour me a cup, too.

Charlie makes a face, but sets out a second cup regardless. Natalia doesn’t seem bothered by it, and instead makes grabby hands for Troy and the dog to come sit on the couch with her.

MM: I understand why you have Tristan’s dog, but Charlie, how’d you end up with Tristan’s brother?

I’m not surprised when it’s not Charlie who replies, but instead Troy. The younger boy is often featured on the show butting into their conversations. I would probably be more surprised if he hadn’t jumped in to explain why he wasn’t with his brother.

TyM: Tree was taking forever to get ready. Charlie was going to drive Tree today, but Lacey gets weird when she thinks Tree and Charlie are going to be alone so I got to come, too. Tree’s here. He’s just downstairs helping Maya. Her heel snapped on the stairs.

There’s a lot to unpack with Troy’s statement, but I decided to focus on the question that’s probably the easiest to answer.

MM: Why do you call your brother Tree?

Even though the question was directed at Troy, it’s Charlie who answers. He hands one of the coffees he poured to Natalia before sitting down on the other side of Troy.

CH: It’s because that’s what Tris’s best friend, Chuck, used to call him when we were growing up. It was a combination of Troy not being able to pronounce Tris and an inside joke between the three of us.

Troy makes an annoyed face.

CH: Chuck used to call him that because Tristan would climb his latest conquests like a tree.

It’s at this point that Tristan walks inside along with Maya. He seemed to have heard the last part of the conversation because he groans dramatically.

TnM: Aw, man. Why do you always have to tell people that?

MH: That’s what you get for being friends with your exes, baby boy. They’re going to spread all your secrets.

Maya all but flounces into the room, and manhandles Troy out of his seat, passing Princess to Tristan in the process. She settles in Troy’s now vacant spot and promptly steals Charlie’s coffee out of his hand. Charlie sighs and gets up to pour himself another cup of coffee. Tristan immediately steals Charlie’s vacated seat, cooing happily at his dog. No longer interested in what’s going on now that his brother has his dog, Troy wanders off to look at the camera set-up for the photoshoot.

MM: Is it weird working with three of your exes?

Tristan makes a face that is almost identical to the face Troy had made.

TnM: Why does everyone always ask me that?

MH: We barely dated. More of a regrettable one night stand than anything else.

TnM: Excuse you! I’m a wonderful one night stand.

ND: It’s true. He’s a great lover.

TyM: Gross. It’s bad enough when I see pictures of his ass in gossip magazines. I’m too young to hear that my brother’s great in bed.

TnM: Can we please stop talking about my sex life?

MH: Technically we’re just all commiserating that we’ve all slept with you.

TyM: Stop talking about my brother’s sex life.

Charlie has been quiet while the others bicker, and he chooses this moment to come back over with two cups of coffee. He perches on the arm of the couch next to Tristan, and hands one of the cups of coffee to him. No one comments on the fact that Tristan never asked for coffee, so this must be how he and Charlie interact when the cameras aren’t on. Tristan offers him a tired smile and pats his shin before turning back to the current conversation.

CH: We should change the topic. Troy has to live with him. I’m sure Troy is sick of hearing his sex life every night.

Troy flips Charlie off before wandering back over to the couch, and sitting on the other arm, leaning into Natalia.

TnM: What is it today? Pick on Tristan day?

MH: Every day is pick on Tristan day.

She pinches Tristan’s cheek fondly, and he playfully slaps her hand away.

TnM: Aren’t we here to talk about the show?

CH: I mean technically your inability to keep it in your pants is a facet of the show.

Tristan groans, and leans his body weight into Charlie in an attempt to knock him off the couch.

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