He Found Me

Chapter 7

Ivy P.O.V
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"Tristan, what are you doing here?" I said. My face was the perfect picture of shock.
"I-I umm, I came to check up on you." He said scratching the back of his neck nervously.  I heard about what happened between you and Anna.  Nothing that she said was true.  You are one of the most beautiful and amazing girls I have ever met.  You are not invisible: everyone notices you right once you walk into the room.  While I was listening to his speech hot fat tears started to roll down my cheeks.  My nose turned bright red, and got stuffy.  I kept wiping my hands across my face to try to stop the countless tears that poured from my eyes.  The only thing that I succeeded in was wiping my tears and snot all over my face.  I probably looked hideous and when he noticed he would surely leave me here to wallow in self loathing and pity.  Let me tell you something.  I was wrong.  The next thing I know I have two muscular arms locked around my body holding me in and tight but gentle embrace. 
"Don't cry Ivy.  She isn't worth your tears.  Come on, let's go watch a movie.  I will stay all day with you until you feel better." He told me not loosing his hold on my body.
"Ok." I chocked out.  The entire way to my bedroom he consoled me with soothing words.  We entered my room and broke off into two groups.  I went to the bed to make a comfy spot to sit while he searched in my stack of movies for the one we were going to watch.  After a few minutes of me rearranging pillows and the constant sound of DVDs being moved around we were ready for the movie.  Of course we had to watch a classic.  Right once we put the disk into the DVD player the menu to play the movie popped up, and of course in big letters across the screen it said "White Chicks". I hit the play button and we both got comfy in our little sitting area. We were pretty close together, but the warmth radiating off of him made me feel relaxed and happy. We watched and laughed the entire movie. Afterwards we just talked about the movie.
"The part where the one guy is dancing on the dance floor!"I wheeze out between my loud fits of laughter.
"Or when the girl is freaking out in the changing room and the other girl tries to get Dr. phil!" He snorts. His laughter made me laugh even harder. The laughter finally died down after minutes of gasping for air from me and snorts from Tristan. When the laughter did stop I realized how close we were. I was about to pull away when Tristan stopped me.
"Can I try something?" he asked looking me in the eyes.
"Sure." I said my voice coming out breathier than normal. His eyes flickered back and forth from my eyes to my lips. His hand cupped my face and I leaned into it. His breathing got shakier and his face got closer. Within seconds his lips were on mine and my eyes were closed. I hate to say this, but I liked it. When we pull back I see his face covered with a boyish lopsided smile. My face is one of pure shock since I have never felt this way during a kiss before.
"What am I to you?" He asked. His question snapped me from my confused daze.
"I-" I said before he cut me off.
"No, don't answer right now. Think on it. Text me your answer." He said his breath sounding slightly husky. With that sentence he got up and walked out of my room. Seconds later I heard the front door shut, and I was left to one question swirling in my mind. What is Tristan Spain to me?