Unbreak our hearts

10: I Love You

Stella's POV

College was over and I was finally at peace.
Gosh today was tiring.
I was finally in my dorm living room enjoying the silence when devil incarnate walked in, banging the door behind him.
So much for sophistication!

"Hey" Tristan said.
I looked at him but didn't respond.
"Sleep deprived?"
I still didn't respond.
"You're not talking to me?"
No answer.
"So you'll just ignore me?"
"Finally." I say glad that he got it.
"So you won't even tell me the reason?"
"You don't know? You stole my cake!" I shouted at him knowing well I was overreacting, but I can't help it. I love chocolate way too much.
"Stella... I'll get you more in the evening okay? I promise." He said.
"Fine. But I want two slices."
"I'll get you the whole damn thing. Happy now?" He asked with a slight smile playing on his lips.
"Very." I replied with a smile of my own.

"What can I ever do with you." He said walking towards me and ruffling my neatly placed hair.
"Yeah yeah whatever."

"I'm making myself a sandwich, you want something?" He asked me and wow, someone's in a good mood.
"Just the nutella jar please!"
"Stella!!"
"What? You asked."
"Fine whatever. I really wonder where all that fat goes."
"I burn it!"

As Tristan came out of the kitchen he got me my beloved Nutella jar as well.
The best part is that this wasn't the small jar. It was the big wholesale size jar with loads of nutella in it.

We were both sitting and watching The Vampire Diaries, because why not? And also Ian Somerhalder.
When the idiot sitting next to me just got up and took the Nutella jar from my hand.
What's with him and stealing my food?

"You did not just do that!" I said.
"But I just did." He smirked.
I stood up and just said one word, "Run".
That was enough to make him go sprinting towards the kitchen.

I went after him and almost caught him but he took a turn and ran inside the bedroom with my beloved jar still in his hand.

"Tristan give it back and I won't do anything to you!"
"I don't think so Stella."
That being said that idiot ran outside the dorm towards the garden right in front.
Not even caring about my clothes and the cold weather outside I chased him outside as well.

We were both running like lunatics in the garden when I finally caught hold of his hood, which made him slip.
Since I was standing behind him I fell as well with him on top of me.
He turned and the worst thing I could ever imagine happened, he spilled Nutella over me.

Knowing there was so much more inside, I tried taking the jar from him but he rolled us over and now both of us were covered in Nutella and mud.

Life can't be better. Note the sarcasm.

Not caring about anything else, we were still fighting over a jar which was now empty, for what? Even I don't know.

"What the fuck is wrong with you guys?" Someone shouted.
We turned our heads and found Kiara standing there with her arms crossed and looking at us with narrowed eyes.

Being the mature person I am, I shouted, "He started it."
"What? No! You were the one who started it."
"No!! You took the jar from me."
"I didn't."
"You did."
"I di.."
"Shut up you guys. What is wrong with you?"
Kiara asked with amusement.

I just stared at her because I didn't have anything to say and so did Tristan.

"Now are you guys just going to stay there or get up?" Kiara said after no one had said anything for a while.

That was when I realised I was still on top of Tristan and hurriedly got off.
"You guys are worse than kids." Kiara said, shaking her head.
"He took my Nutella."
"I was the one who gave it to you in the first place." Said Tristan.
"But..". Before I could finish what I had to say, I was cut off.
"No. Don't you dare start off again. Worse than kids." Kiara said.

For some reason I found the situation extremely funny and Tristan's face said the same.

I looked at myself and at him and both our hair and clothes were covered in nutella and mud.
A lot of mud.

Kiara was still going on with her lecture about how immature we are when I suddenly had an amazing idea.
I looked at Tristan trying to get his attention and convey my amazing plan.
Going by the look on his face he understood what I was upto and both of us took small steps towards Kiara.

When we had almost reached her, I shouted, "Group huggg." And both me and Tristan hugged her tightly.
When we backed off the look on Kiara's face was one of pure shock.
She just stared at us.
At least now, me and Tristan weren't the only ones covered in mud.

"Are you guys crazy?" She howled.
This was it, I cracked up, laughing hysterically.
I literally had to bend and hold my stomach and in that process toppled over and fell over my head.
Seeing me, even Tristan couldn't control his laughter and after another two minutes, all three of us were laughing uncontrollably on that garden floor.

Once we had calmed down a little, Kiara realised that she was still mad at us so the yelling continued.

The only thing I heard at the end was, you guys better run before I kill you.
With that, Tristan grabbed my arm and helped me up and we started running away from Kiara.

If anyone saw us right now, they'd think we're crazy and actually send us to the mental asylum.

We were near the exit of the garden when I stopped in my tracks. Me being me, I looked back at the centre of the garden at the fallen Nutella and said, "I love you Nutella."
And ran again, before Kiara could get to us.

Since our dorm was right in front we ran inside and shut the door behind us.
Two seconds later Kiara was pounding on the door and I was afraid it would actually break.

The pounding on the door still continued for a while, and the last thing I heard was, "I'll see you guys later for sure."
And after that everything went dead silent.

I looked at Tristan who was looking back at me and we both went into another laughing fit.

God, my stomach and my cheeks hurt from all the laughing today and we are yet to go to the carnival.

Maybe coming here was actually a good decision.

"Let's go get ready then, they'll kill us for not being on time too." Said Tristan.
"Yeah you're right. Plus getting all this off will be a task as well." I said gesturing to the mud and nutella we were covered in.
"When am I ever wrong Sugar?"
"Uhhh always?"
"Oh please, you know you love me anyway."
"Keep dreaming Tristan! I'm going to get ready. You keep dreaming."

And while heading towards my room, the last thought I had was, maybe he's not that bad after all.