(Tristan POV)
EIGHTEEN YEARS LATER...
It was 6am in the morning when my alarm went off. I grabbed my pillow and covered my head, trying not to hear the loud ring. I finally stretched my hand and hit the button.
"F*ck! Another day at school!" I groaned and got out of bed. I did my morning routine. Of course, I never do anything without music. Jazz music to be precise to keep my day going. After the hot shower, I slipped into a multicolor shirt and hot pants.
"Not again Tristan. The neighbors have been complaining about your loud music" mom walked into the room with my breakfast as I adore myself in the mirror. I turned and stared at her, walking towards her.
"They should learn how to deal with me" I replied, taking a slice of apple. As I chewed slowly, she kissed my cheek.
"How was
