The Other Way Round.

Chapter 5

"Hey Tristan" Candy called over the phone.

"Hey girl."

"I'm stranded."

"I don't understand you girl. Aren't you home?" Tristan asked, his voice laced with confusion.

"Not physically boy." She said face palming .

"OK. Shoot."

"You know I have this project with Andre." She said like he never knew.

"Yeah the hot nerd who doesn't talk." He said with a bored expression.

"Why do you sound so bored?" She asked not letting his attitude slide.

"What? Nothing!" He shouted a bit too loud.

"Are you jealous?" She asked teasingly a smirk playing in her love lips.

"What-- No!" He shouted again.

"Uhun?" She said dragging the word.

"Look, you need help or not?"

"Yeah. Um he's kinda acting all weird and cocky unlike a normal nerd an--"

"You want him dead?"

"What?"

"Buried alive?"

"What-- no! " Candy said shocked at his thoughts.

"How do I handle him?" She asked calmly.

"Play along! I mean that's obvious since he isn't actually giving you a hard time, you know. Its better than a nerd who wouldn't even look up at you cuase that's creepy." Tristan said without thinking at all.

"Wow! Nice epistle!" She said with surprise.

"Yeah its the brains." He said.

She could see the smile, no, smirk on his lips even though the conversation was over the phone. Yeah that was the typical Tristan. Air head.

"Um... Can you send me ideas for stories that flow with boys?" She asked unsurely.

"Why?"

"For the project dummy."

"Oh! I'll think about it."

"Come on Tristan!"

"What Candy?" He asked mimicking her tone.

"Please....."

Silence

"I'm making my puppy dog face here?" She said with a baby voice.

Silence

A beat

Two seconds....

Three....

Four.....

Five....

She knew he was still there so she gave up and spoke again.

"Come in its been five full secs!"

"Alright alright. Will do. Happy?" Tristan said giving up.

"Aw thanks. You are the best." She said.

"Yeah. Bye."

"Bye."

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Andre had just ended his conversation with Andrea when he heard a knock on the door. He walked over to open it to be greeted by his chef. He was a French man who spoke French, English and Spanish. His catch phrase was 'dois moi', and Andre never bothered to know neither did he ask.

"Bonjour le proffeseur." He said in French.

"Stop calling me that." Andre said with a frustrated look on his face.

"Pardon me if you look like my English teacher back then. He was so young and handsome." He said with a smile. His ascent not slipping at all.

"Whatever." Andre said waving his hand, attempting to hide a smile.

"What's for dinner?"

"French fries."

"Cool. I'll be down in five." Andre said and turned to get a wet towel to clean off sweat which wasn't actually there since he cleaned his face about fifteen minutes ago.

He was about to turn off all lights when he got a message.

It was her.

C: Monday at 7:30?

He replied immediately.

A: Sure.

A/N: Hey guys! Sorry for the late update. I've been pretty busy with stuff. I just had to fill in with something.

Now there's going to be a lot off Tristan and Tammy and also a lot of P.O.Vs from different angles, just to give it more life.

And also I'm sorry updates are going to be really slow from now but I'll try and keep up.

Love you all.