"Will I bring beach clothes?" I asked Tris that Friday morning.
"My parents live in London."
"Yeah, but they might want to do something."
"Go to the beach?"
"Yeah?"
"You don't need beach clothes." He confirmed, I nodded and placed the clothes that I planned to wear to the beach back in my wardrobe. "Bring a dress and heels or whatever you wear to fancy dinners though, they'll want to go to dinner."
"Okay." I picked out a simple black dress with black heels, I could never go wrong with a black dress, I also grabbed my smaller bag with my essentials inside.
I was bringing a small suitcase cause we were staying until Wednesday.
"Are you ready?" I heard Tris yell from the kitchen.
I closed the suitcase with ease because I was a light packer and dragged it to the hallway, I checked my appearance in the hall mirror too, I wanted to make sure I looked at least decent.
I was so nervous, I had met them before and they're lovely people but when I did meet them, they weren't my boyfriends parent, yeah we were together intimately but we weren't actually official, just sleeping together because we were one another's go to's when we had no one else.
"Why are you staring blankly at the floor?" Tristan asked once he joined me in the hallway, an apple clad in his hand.
"I'm nervous."
"Why?"
"Because we're together." I gestured to the two of us. "It's not like we're just friends." I started to panic and he just laughed. "Stop laughing!" I whined but he just giggled.
"I'm sorry, look it'll be fine, plus they always said we looked nice together."
"Really?" I asked, my eyes lighting up slightly.
He nodded. "That's so cute." I smiled
"Like you." He complimented and I scrunched my nose up.
"Okay mr cheesy."
"Good one."
"Come on, you said we had to leave." I opened the door, the slightly warm air that spring brought hitting me straight in the face.
"Are you sure you have everything?" He asked, knowing I always forget things.
"Yeah." I confirmed and he nodded, he was driving because I didn't know the way to his parents house.
He started the engine and began driving before I screamed which made him hit the breaks.
"What?!" He exclaimed, his voice raised.
"I forgot my purse." I laughed and he shot me the finger and turning back.
I quickly ran inside and collected my purse and locked the door behind me.
"Are you sure you have everything?" He asked, his voice exasperated.
"Yeah." I laughed at his tone.
"Positive?"
"Positive."
The drive was about forty minutes long because Tristan's house wasn't far from where his parents lived, we listened to poppy radio songs and sang along, me doing obviously really badly but his voice was good, you know from being in a band and all.
"You sing really well." I told him after our very own rendition of 'Firework' by Katy Perry.
"Nah." He disagreed and pushed it off.
