35I've thought this for a while but it never crossed my mind to actually write a story about it. Tripp Zoome and Melissa Morris. Here's a go. Please read & review.
Chapter one
Melissa POV
It's been a year after the kidnapping and I still haven't changed at all, alothought maybe a few inches taller but that's about it. Of course, dad was at another Tripp Zoome convention. Funnily enough, it was held at the same hotel that the one where the kidnapping was held.
I spotted Wheeze across the room, who was talking to his new girlfriend. I tried to ignore them but was failing.
"Build a bridge." Tripp said, appearing beside me.
"I have. He just happens to be everywhere I am." I sighed. Ever since the kidnapping, even though Tripp is in my mind, I treat him like another person, who I have loads of arguments with.
"Well since he's here, go to somewhere he's not." Tripp said and disappeared.
I left and walked around outside, a great place to think. I noticed a circus tent across the way from me. "Better than nothing." I muttered, shrugging my shoulders.
I paid in and had just caught the start of it. Unfortunately the announcer had seen me walking in and pulled me to the front of the audience.
"Here is my volunteer. Please give her a round of applause." he said cheerily. Tripp was standing at my side.
"This isn't good. Get away from this guy as soon as possible." he said.
I nodded. I hate being in front of so many people.
"Now everyone has a imaginary friend, including you. I'm going to make yours come alive for the audience. Would you like that? I knew you would." he said before I could reply.
"Come alive? I don't have an imaginary friend." I protested.
"Of course you do. Everyone does. Didn't you know that?" he hissed under his breath at me. A shiver ran through my body.
"Oh yeah." I lied.
"Get out of here. I have a serious bad feeling." Tripp exclaimed. He had an expression that he had never wore before. Fright. It scared me a little too.
"I will." I replied.
"Great. You'll do it." the announcer said, getting the wrong meaning of what I had said.
I was shoved into a box. By the size it could hold about two people. It was pitch-black.
"What the?" I heard muttering outside the door from the announcer, who was actually a magician and not an announcer.
Suddenly there was a presence beside me.
"Who's there?" I asked, voice shaky.
"Who else could it be? It's your imaginary friend." the magician said, pulling me out of the box. The spotlight was shining directly at me, blinding my eyes.
It took a few minutes for them to adjust. I looked over to my left and saw Tripp looking at me, wide-eyed.
"What's wrong?" I asked.
He held out his hand to me. Hesitantly I touched his hand. It didn't go through, it just tipped, like as if he was human.
"No way." I whispered. There was no way he was gone from my mind to human, it's impossible.
"I told you so. Wait, is that the Tripp Zoome?" the magician said. Everyone began to run in towards us.
Tripp grabbed my hand and pulled me out of the tent. Now I know what the girls felt like when they were saved by him, only I wasn't madly and overly in love with him.
"This has to be a dream. There's no way this is happening." I said, pacing back and forth. I hit his arm again to check and again he caught my hand.
"I'm real, but we can't tell anyone that I'm the real Tripp Zoome. Say I'm a look-alike, but that isn't possible because no one can look as good as me." Tripp said smiling smugly.
"I think you're forgetting that I'm not one of the stupid girls that fall head over heels in love with you when you smile charmingly at them." I retorted.
"Here's a bet, I'll make you fall for me within one week beginning tonight. You win, we'll figure out how to put me back into your head. I win, well I guess we'll figure out that when it happens, won't we. I'll know when I win when you kiss me willingly and not pressurized." he said and winked at me.
"Like that's going to happen." I replied, laughing.
"Believe me, it will." he said.
"Should dad know?" I asked.
"About our bet? If you want." Tripp said parking his carcass on the bench beside us.
"Not the bet you idiot, you gone human, and the fact that you were supposed to be my imaginary friend." I sighed, sitting beside him. I put my face in my hands, closing my eyes.
I felt myself being moved. I didn't even remember falling asleep. I looked up and saw myself being carried to dad's car my Tripp.
"If this is your plan to try and get me to fall for you it isn't working." I mumbled, still half-asleep. I could see him smiling.
"It wasn't actually until you mentioned it. Thanks for reminding me. Shows you've been thinking of me." he said.
"I haven't. It was just hard to forget since you were carrying me." I replied, and my head rolled sidewards into his chest. He was actually quite strong and I felt safe in his arms. Wait! Melissa Morris, you are not falling for him. He's a fictional character to happened to come to life.
But he is kind of cute. That smile of his is quite irrisistable. He's well toned and- I did not just think that! No. I didn't. I can't have. I am not falling in love with him.
I finally lost the battle with myself as he woke me properly when we reached the top of the stairs. he carried me all the way to the top? That must have been awful, carrying me up. He should have woke me. Great, now I'm caring for his wellbeing too. Just great.
He set me onto my feet and knocked on the door.
"What am I going to say to dad about you?" I asked again, a little worried.
"The truth." Tripp said.
"Excuse me?" I said turning to him.
"You're not able to keep anything from your dad. It's impossible." Tripp said simply.
"Ah. You're back. Thank God. I was so worried. Where were you until now? Do you realize how scared I was? You could have been hurt. Please don't do that again." dad balled and pulled me into a hug. I was surprised because he never worried so much.
"I'm grand dad. I was outside and fell asleep while thinking." I didn't lie, just didn't give him the whole truth.
"Who's with you?" dad asked releasing me.
"Yeah. About that.." I begun.
"I'm Keith. Melissa's boyfriend." Tripp came out with.
I turned to him with a glare.
"What happened with Wheeze?" dad asked.
"Don't you remember? Me and him broke up a month ago?" Melissa said, not taking me eyes from Tripp.
He smirked cheekily at me. He thinks he has me in the palm of his hand.
"Oh. I liked that guy. That's a pity. You two had so much chemistry."
"Dad forget about it already!" I snapped. It came out a lot worse then I had expected it.
He looked seriously hurt. I have never spoken so harshly to him before.
"Dad I'm sorry. I didn't mean to snap. You know what I'm like when I wake at first." I said reasonably.
Dad just acted like I didn't say anything.
"Fine! Ignore me of you want. I'm sick of your books meaning more to you than I do. I'm your daughter for God's sake!" I yelled and stormed into my room. Tripp followed me and got into the room before I did because he knew that I would slam the door hard.
I threw myself down onto the bed and buried my face in the pillow.
Tripp was already sitting up on the bed. He begun to rub my back soothingly.
"It'll be better tomorrow." he said.
"I doubt it. Once something like this happened and it lasted a week." I moaned.
Tripp pulled me from my pillow into a comforting hug. He then kissed me.
"Hey!" I complained.
"I said you had to be willing for me to win. It doesn't mean that I can't kiss you anyway." he said and kissed me again. I did something that I'm going to regret for a long time. I willingly kissed him back.
He pulled away and whispered in my ear, "I win."
I put my face in my hand.
"Fine, what do you win?" I asked.
"You." He pulled me onto his chest and the covers over us.
"Night babe." he said and I was asleep again.
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