1,825 Days Without You

Chapter 10

Songs for the Chapter:

Heartless by The Fray

Girls by The 1975

Carmen's POV

After my mom broke the terrible news to Tristan and I, we all fell into an awkward silence for the next few hours. Kaylen and I bring in all of our bags and boxes, and begin to unpack everything. Mrs.Reed shows me to my room which of course, with my luck, is right across from Tristan's. As long as he doesn't bother me, I will be fine with the rooming arrangement.

My room back home was probably ¼ the size of my room at The Reed's home. I have a walk in closet, a king size bed, and my own bathroom (thank God). It takes me the rest of the day to finish unpacking and decorating my room. Its about 9pm here, which means 5am back home, so I am extremely tired, not to mention jetlagged. It is going to take a lot of time to get used to the eight hour time difference. After picking out clothes for tomorrow, and showering, I put on my pajamas and climb in bed. It only takes a few minutes for my eyelids to become heavy, and I fall into a deep sleep.

I'm awoken by the loud sound of someone obnoxiously knocking on my door. I groan and put my head under the pillow, hoping the sound would eventually stop. After about ten seconds, I realize that it wouldn't. "What?" I yell as I sit up on the edge of bed, rubbing the sleep out of my eyes. Tristan suddenly barges into my room, a look of pure annoyance on his face."Get up and get ready, you have ten minutes," he muttered before exiting the room. "Excuse me?" I yell back. "You heard me," He says as he shuts his door. I roll my eyes and sigh. I don't know if I am going to get through a day with this boy, let alone a whole summer.

I get up and walk to my closet. After putting on a pair of shorts, my army green v-neck, and my converse, I quickly brush my teeth, do my hair and run downstairs. I have been living in this enormous estate for less than 24 hours, so it takes me a few minutes to find the kitchen. Once I get there, I see Tristan sitting at the counter with an aggravated look on his face.

"I'm ready," I say as I walk past him and through the front door.

"Took you long enough," He said as he followed me to his car. I roll my eyes and wait for him to unlock the white Range Rover that I assumed was his. Once I heard the clicking noise, I opened the passenger door, got in, and started checking my messages as I waited for Tristan to get in the car and start driving. After about ten seconds, he finally starts the car and we pull out of his gigantic driveway.

We sit in a tense, awkward silence for the first five minutes of our drive, until I finally decide to start a conversation. I still hate him with all that I am, but I want to know why he ignored me for all these years. I can't just straight up ask him, so I decided to make small talk first. "Are you gonna tell me where we are going or..?" I ask awkwardly. He turns and glares at me before continuing to drive. I roll my eyes and stick my headphones in for the remainder of the drive. Ten minutes later, we pull up to a small building with "Priority Records" displayed in huge letters at the top of the building.

"I have to record a new song today, so we might be here for a few hours, but after I usually get frozen yogurt and head home," He said while parking the car. I nod my head and get out of the car.

When Tristan headed into the studio and started recording, there was an awkward vibe that could easily be sensed by everyone in the room. I assumed he felt awkward singing in front me, which was odd, since I was the first person he ever sang in front of. Soon enough, it started to feel like old times again. While Tristan was finishing recording, we would make faces at eachother or just look at eachother and start bursting out laughing.

When he finally finished, we went to a small local yogurt shop about two blocks away. For the next two hours we talked about the last five years, and what's happened to us. As we are about to pull onto his street, he receives a phone call.

"You have got to be freaking kidding me," he sneers into phone. He banters with whoever was on the other line for a few minutes before hanging up and slamming his phone down. We pull into his driveway and he immediately gets out of the car and walks toward the front door. As he is unlocking it, he looks at me with an angry look on his face,"I don't know what happened back there, but lets get one thing straight. We are not friends, and we never will be." He rushes through the door, runs up the stairs, and slams his bedroom door.