Your Basic, Cliché Love Story (Completed)

~ Four ~

~ Four ~

I almost passed his flat building. It took a lot just for me to pull into the parking garage. I stepped out of the car and locked it, pocketing my keys. My heart was beating faster than normal as I traveled the well known steps to his flat. Once I reached the door, I hesitantly knocked against the wood. I held my breath, praying he wasn't home.

"Taz?" A disheveled Tristan answered the door just as I was about to head back to my car. His hair was a complete mess, the brown strands sticking up in all directions. The crystal eyes I adored so much were bloodshot.

"Hey, Tris." I played with my hands. I didn't meet his eyes.

"Did you need something?" He asked, not unkindly.

"I just thought we should talk before you leave." I hesitated, now that I was here, I was unsure about what I should do or say.

"Uh, yeah. Come in." Tristan swung the door open all the way before turning and heading down the hall. I followed behind him. "Want a cuppa? I was making myself one when you came."

"Sure," I replied with a shrug before settling down at his kitchen counter. I rested my chin on my hands as I watched him bustle around the kitchen. It was a few minutes of awkward silence before he placed a steaming hot mug of English tea in front of me.

"How you been?" Tristan asked as he settled onto the stool next to mine.

"I've been okay." I sighed. "Listen, Tris, I didn't mean anything I said-"

"Yeah, you did." Tristan cut me off, but not rudely. "I thought about what you said. You were right, I just didn't want to admit it. I've been blinded by my stardom. I haven't been there at all for you with your new book. You know how proud I am of you for accomplishing that? So what you said was true."

"Why...why haven't you called or anything?" I asked a bit hesitantly.

"I needed time to just think. I'm sorry, I should have texted you or something.." He trailed, his shoulders slumping a bit.

"I'm sorry," I placed my hand on top of his. His eyes met mine and I smiled softly.

"I told you, it was all true."

"Not all of it. You're not selfish, you're one of the most caring people I've ever met. I spoke out of anger and that was wrong of me." I disagreed. 

Oh great, if we continued this way.. We'd be in another fight within ten minutes. This time about who was 'wrong.'

"Let's agree we were both a bit out of context and drop the subject, aye?" Tristan suggested with a half-smile.