Little Annotations | Tristan Dugray

chapter thirty two

"I feel like we both owe each other explanations." Tristan pulled away from Genevieve against his better judgment. In fact, his better judgment told him to never let her out of his arms.

"Explanations, explanations." She hummed and pulled him back to her for another kiss.

"Gen."

"Fine. You're right, we do." She sighed, "Where to start?"

"Where did you go?"

"I just went back home." Genevieve said, "I parked behind the house..."

Tristan merely blinked at her confession, ridiculing himself for his idiotic impulsiveness, "You were... at your house?"

"Well, I packed some clothes and then I drove up to Weston. I expected you to come at some point during the summer." She said.

"Would you have seen me?"

"No." Genevieve said after a few moments of silence.

Truth be told, she needed time away from Tristan and the two towns as a whole. She spent the two months away thinking, Weston often found her sitting out on the porch each morning with a blanket and an entire tray of snacks. When asked what she was doing, she shrugged and said nothing. Rather, she was processing the events, the hurt, and how it affected her.

"Whyt?" Tristan asked.

"A lot happened with Jess, and I needed to process. I knew I was going to have a difficult time trusting people, so I wanted to understand my feelings before facing you." Genevieve said, "I just needed to be good for you."

"I don't need you to be good for me." Tristan immediately said, "I'd still care about you either way."

"Thank you."

"You're very welcome." He said, "Did you like him?"

"I think I did, but it was different from how I feel with you." She said, "He was– he– I don't know how to explain it, but the things I felt for him couldn't amount to the things I felt for you."

. . .

"I'm hungry." Genevieve's younger sister popped her head into her room, which caused Tristan to go flying off of the bed thinking it was Weston. He rubbed his lips and smiled weakly at the two young girls that were standing expecting food to pop up right in front of them.

"What? Get out!" Genevieve shot up out of bed and marched to the door, "Ask grandma to make you something."

"She's at the shops!"

"Starve."

"Genevieve!"

"Wait for her to get back." Genevieve said, pushing on her door.

"I want burgers and fries."

She shook her head wildly, "Absolutely not!"

"I'm gonna cry."

Genevieve looked at her sister wickedly, "Oh yeah?"

"Gen...Maybe we should just feed them."

"No." She smirked, "Let them cry. I don't care."

. . .

"Let them cry." Tristan mocked as he turned into Stars Hollow, "I don't care."

"Shut up." Genevieve rubbed her head, watching in disgust as her two sisters sat playing a snake game on Tristan's phone in the back seats "They're just like me. Little fakers."

"You held on for thirty minutes. I'm proud." He grinned and pressed a kiss to her hand.

"It was only thirty? Felt like an eternity." She said, "I cannot wait for school to start up again."