He Loves Me, He Loves Me Not

Second Chances Aren't Easy To Give Out

I woke up in the middle of the night and practically jumped out of my skin when I felt someone laying in bed with me. It was pitch black in my room so I had to squint in order to really see. I relaxed when I saw that it was Tristan.

Then I remembered that last night I fell asleep on the couch so Tristan carried me to my room. Before he left I asked him to stay with me. I actually felt safer whenever he was around. And yes I still got butterflies when I was around him. Well, sometimes.

I laid back down and closed my eyes. I couldn't help but wonder if Zane was thinking of me. I wonder if he told Malena that we broke up and that they should be together. I knew that they were supposed to be together. Even Zane knows it. But I think the reason he wanted to stay with me was because he felt guilty. He didn't want to hurt me like Tristan did. But Zane could never hurt me the way Tristan did.

As I thought about these things I felt myself drift off to sleep once again.

* * *

The bed was completely empty when I woke up. I felt a little disappointed that Tristan didn't stay until I woke up. I climbed out of bed and headed for the kitchen to feed my growling stomach.

As I neared the kitchen door, I caught the scent of bacon, eggs, pancakes, and every other breakfast item you can name. It smelt so good that I was actually drooling. I found Tristan

in the kitchen behind the stove with a spatula in his hand. When I came in he looked up with a smile on his face. I smiled back, feeling butterflies in my tummy.

"I made you breakfast," he said.

"Thanks. It all looks really good," I said, sitting down at the kitchen table.

Tristan grabbed a plate and filled it up with food. He set the plate down in front of me along with a fork and knife.

"Do you want salt or pepper?"

I shook my head. "No that's okay."

"How about syrup? For your pancakes?" he asked.

"Uh, please?"

Tristan dug around in the cabinets looking for the syrup. When he found it he set it down on the table. I watched as he grabbed another plate and filled that up with some food. Then he sat down right across from me and ate in silence.

I wonder why he was being so nice. I know Tristan and the only time he ever made food was for dinner but he still hardly ever did. We usually always got take out.

"Why are you being so nice?" I asked him stuffing a forkful of scrambled eggs into my mouth.

Tristan looked up at me from his plate. "What do you mean? I'm always nice."

I rolled my eyes. "You are not. So tell me what the real reason is."

He shrugged. "I don't know."

"You don't know why you're being so nice?" I questioned.

He shook his head. "I guess I feel bad for what Zane did to you. I'm just trying to make you feel better."

"What he did to me is not that bad. Now what you did to me is a whole other story."

Tristan frowned at what I said. I know he hated being reminded of what he did but it's not my fault that he did it.

"You're still not over that?" he asked.

"Would you be over it?"

"I guess not. But I don't understand why you would want to go out with Zane anyways?"