~Rory and Tristan~ The Early Years!!

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-Rory's POV-
I wake up and for a minute I forget where I am. Then suddenly I remember that I stayed the night at Tristan's house. I get out of bed, change into some casual clothes, and I start searching for the bathroom. Instead of the bathroom, I stumble into Tristan's room. I expected it to be all messy with rock band posters on the walls and clothes all over the place, but the room was quite clean. Nice even. I look around the room for a bit.

-Tristan's POV-
I walk into my room after taking a shower and I see Rory in my room.  "Good morning," I say with a yawn. "Oh- uh hi," She says nervously. She turns around and her face fills with shock. " Rory, are you okay? It looks like you just saw a ghost." She starts pointing at me and that's when I look down. I forgot I was wearing my towel. She quickly runs out and I close the door behind me.

-Rory's POV-
I run out of the room as quickly as I can, and I sit against the wall next to his room. 5 minutes later I hear the door open, and I see Tristan staring down at me. "Rory?" He asks confused. "What are you doing down there?" He asks gathering his schoolbooks. "I don't know."  "Okay well, what were you doing in my room? "I was looking for the bathroom and I wandered in there," I say with my head on my knees. "Well, it's fine as long as you weren't going through my things because that'd be snooping..." "I promise I wasn't snooping." "Well, whatever then." There was a small silence for a minute or so. "Hey look, I uh called your mom last night to tell her you were with me." "You went through my phone?" I ask aggravated. " Rory just hold on okay? Your mother was really worried about you. She sounded really upset. You really frightened her." "Oh, yeah I guess that made sense," I say getting calmer. "I'm sorry I got mad. When I left, I didn't think about the way she would feel, I just thought about leaving." I say calming down.

-Tristan's POV-

"Hey, it's okay. If you need me, you can always come to me. I'm not as terrible as you think I am." I say trying to redeem her view of me.

"I don't think you're terrible Tristan. I was just judging you off the first time that I met you. You're actually a decent person and a good friend." She says with a sincere look.

"A decent person," I say with a hand over my heart and a fake hurt look on my face, and a sarcastic hurt sound coming from my mouth. "I happen to think that I am an awesome person."

"Okay. Calm down. Don't let your ego explode."

"Oh, my ego is very close to exploding."