Monday 30th September 2017

"Okay," Triston began, actually fighting down a laugh. He honestly didn't think Maximus Forte's brothers and his mates would genuinely do anything worse than take the piss out of him. And god knows he was used to that. "First of all: 'fag ways'? Seriously? You think that's a thing? Second: Maximus's sexuality has nothing to do with me, I'm just his boyfriend; you can't make someone be attractive to a certain sex, it's just the way their brains are wired. And last but not least: I must formally apologise on behalf of the Finch household for dirtying the Forte name, but there's nothing I can do about what people say about me or Maximus, and really, if they can't say it to our faces, is it really that important?"

Rohan glowered down at Triston.

"You better shut your mouth, pretty boy, or I'll make it a little less pretty and a little more like a piece of meat."

"Great simile, but do you really think those types of threats are going to change what I do at all? I get it all the time from those two," he jabbed a finger at Elyan and Scott, who for the part only looked leaner.

Rohan reached forward with surprising speed and grabbed the collar of Triston's trench coat, yanking him so close that their noses almost touched. Triston could smell Turkish Delight on his breath.

"Yeah, I do think those types of threats are going to change what you do, because unlike Elyan and Scott, I follow through," Rohan spat.

Julian leaned round his older brothers shoulder and sneered at Triston.

"Bet you're scared now that your boyfriend isn't here to protect you, hey, pretty boy?" Apparently thinking he had to regain some authority. Idiot. How could Max be relayed to this cretin?

"I'm sorry Julian, I really am," Triston said earnestly.

Julian blinked.

"For being a little fuckboy or for being so obnoxious when we address it?" Scott shouted.

Triston shook his head sadly.

"No... not its just that I'm struggling to understand your point of view... you see, I don't think I'm as flexible as you. I..." Triston sighed. "I just don't think I'll be able to get my head that far up me arse to see where you're coming from."

Julian blanched.

"And I'm afraid I somehow can't ever see myself being such a bone idled toad as to come to an agreement with you, so you might as well let me go."

Julian glared.

"Stop insulting me."

"No no no, I'm not insulting you;" Triston said patiently; "I'm describing you."

He never knew who threw the first punch.