The Girl With The Blue Eyes

Chapter 29

My mom and Tristan compromised. For Thanksgiving we would go over to their house because my mom had never seen their house and was curious.

So here we stand. On their porch. Waiting. I held a medium sized container of pastries that I baked. And hidden in my pocket, a small gift for Tristan but I was still deciding on whether or not I should give it to him. I didn't bring Eli a gift. And in all honesty I don't know why I brought Tristan a gift. I'm done with denying my feelings for him. I'm just gonna try to get past it. But is giving a gift moving past it or drowning myself in misery.

Tristan opened the door and he was dressed in a button down shirt, a wool jacket, dress pants, shoes, and a bow tie. His outfit looked nice, but what really put the star on the Christmas tree was his hair. It was slicked back with gel. It looked good actually. Shiny and dark. I like it but I like his natural curly hair better.

"Come on in you guys. You look great by the way." Tristan said. He was talking to both of us for sure.

When I stepped inside I got a good look at Eli. He was dressed in a light gray button down shirt and black skinny jeans. Not too dressy but a normal look for him. His hair was still a curly mop on top of his head. Tristan obviously put more effort into his look than Eli.

"Let me take that for you Scarlette. I hope you made these yourself." He said referring to the container of pastries I held in my hand. He took them from me, careful not to touch my hand for which I am glad, and I gave him a nod and a smile before turning back to Eli.

Wow.

"Not a word. Tristan made me. He loves to dress up for Thanksgiving dinner even when it's just the two of us. I love Thanksgiving. we have left overs for weeks, but if you think I'm gonna dress up like some time traveler out of doctor who you are horribly mistaken"

I was gonna say you look nice but never mind.

"You look pretty hot too." He grabbed me by the waist and pulled me close to him. He pressed his lips against mine. Just like the first time we kissed and the others after that one. I didn't feel a shock or a tingle. Just lips, nothing special. And I was just dressed in jeans and a sweater.

When we pulled away I realized something for the first time. I'm mad when I kiss him. I want to feel something for him but I just don't. What the hell is wrong with me?

"Hey you okay?" He asked. I didn't realized I was making a face.

Yeah It's just the weather. It makes my throat dry and scratchy.

"Not Ebola I hope."

I gave a small laugh and shook my head before walking into the dining room.

We all sat down around the table and filled our plates, and began to eat.

"Tristan this is a lovely home." My mom said.

"Thank you. It's been passed down for generations. It's a little over a hundred years old. My dad didn't want to renovate the house so he bought a new one and just came over to clean it."

"So you renovated it? Why?"

"I'm very old school. I didn't want to see it go to waste and I wanted to keep the tradition going. So in my teenage years I would fix up the house and my dad saw that it meant a lot to me so he paid for the furniture and decorations."

"You did a great job." My mom complimented.

"Thank you."

Dinner wasn't eventful. I didn't want to say much so I just sat quietly and ate.

Afterward we all went into the living room for games. We would literally be here all night. Eli insisted on playing charades. In the middle of a "heated" round I excused myself for the bathroom.

After using it I passed by a room that was slightly opened. I opened it wider and peered in. It was dark so I entered a room in search for a light switch. When I found it I flicked it on.

The room was incredible. The walls were bookshelves and half of them were covered in books. In front of the biggest wall was a desk. On top was a pile of papers and pens. I recognized the papers. They were quizzes and homework that he was grading. But on top of it all was what stood out the most. A book. It wasn't on the shelf so I could only imagine that he is currently reading it.

It was a copy of Romeo and Juliet. I let out a low chuckle. Oh the Irony.

I suddenly remembered the gift in my pocket. I set it down on the desk with a note attached to it that read:

I could find no better way to give this to you. In front of my mom and Eli would be too weird. You don't have to say anything to me next time you see me. I know you mean well. I hope you enjoy it.

~S

P.S. I wondered in here by accident, just so you know.

I leaned it neatly against the bow tie I got him. It was simple. A white bow tie with different Christmas trees on it. Nothing special.

I went back downstairs and rejoined the group.

"Scarlette, great you're back. We're going home."

I nodded my head and gathered my coat and hat.

"Tristan thank you so much. It was a wonderful evening."

"You are welcome back anytime Sarah. And Scarlette I might have to make it a rule for you to bring desert every time you come." He smiles warmly at me.

I smile back. A genuine smile. I love seeing him smile. Stop it. Obsessing over his smile is not getting over him...it's obsessing over his smile.

Me and my mom walked back to my car. My mom insisted I drive because she hasn't seen me drive before. So I drive home, thinking of Tristan.

(Can you guys believe this gif on the side?! I had written like the first quarter of this chapter and I was thinking, Okay the present will be a bow tie and it will be white with trees on it. And then I thought, Why does that stick out in my head. And then it hit me. I watch Glee everyday. A hundred times over and over again. And I remember the Christmas episode with Darren in it and Kurt gave him that same tie so I found the gif and there it is! I don't know if you guys watch Glee or not, so I don't know how confusing that it, but anyway hope you like the chapter.

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