A/N: Everyone keeps on telling me who I should pair who with. I don't really care about that! Well I do but that's not important right now. Please E- mail me with some sort of suggestions about the STORY not the PAIRINGS. Also I know NOTHING about military school, so if someone would care to clue me in on stuff they do there, it would be highly appreciated.

Jess opened his weary eyes to the sound of the trumpet blaring over the loud speakers. He rolled over and fell on the floor. He groaned and stood up. He couldn't see anything, because it was still dark outside and the lights were off. Suddenly, the door slammed open and light poured in the room. He could see Tristan standing up in perfect posture with his hands glued to his side.

Surprise inspection.

Tristan seemed to have known it was coming because he cleaned up the night before. His CD player was well hidden, the mini fridge was turned around and now it just blended in with the wall. A few minutes later, we were instructed to shower and head down to breakfast.

After they showered, the authoritative voice of Lieutenant Webb, sounded on the speakers.

"Will Cadet Mariano please report to the main office? You have a phone call."

Jess smiled, Rory was calling again.

"Hello." He whispered when he got to the phone.

"Jess, I.... I miss you." A small voice answered.

"I miss you too Rory. And I'm not the only one." Jess said.

"What do you mean?" Rory asked confused.

"It seems as though my roommate, Tristan knew you."

"Tirstan! Tristan DuGrey!"

"The one and only."

He heard Rory's voice break and he knew t hat she was crying.

"Please come home. I'm sorry for getting you sent there. It's all my fault. Just please-" Her voice broke again as she sobbed.

"Shhh. Hey, it's all right. Aside from getting spit in the face and the crappy food, this place isn't so bad. Wait I'm lying, yes it is."

He heard Rory let out a small laugh.

"Look I gotta go, but just hang in there. I'm sorry for the accident."

"I know, it wasn't your fault. It was mine. I let you drive."

"Rory-"

"Look, you said you had to go. Call me later okay?" She said, almost hopefully. Jess felt hope coursing through him.

"Okay."

"Bye." Rory whispered.

Jess hung up the phone and felt like he was going to be sick. He missed Rory. He missed Luke. He missed--well that was all he missed really. He wasn't sure if he could take it in this place anymore. That's when an idea popped into his head, like a bright bulb that was once thought dead.

He ran back up to the room only to find that Tristan wasn't there. Cursing under his breath, he calmed himself down and went to breakfast. He saw Tristan sitting with his "friends" with a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes. Jess walked pass him and dropped a crumbled up napkin on his lap.

At first Tristan was angry at Jess for dropping trash on him, then he was confused, then curious. He opened up the napkin and it read.

"Meet me in the drill team field at ten thirty."

He stuffed the napkin in his pocket and turned back to a boy who was in the middle of telling a joke.

Jess sat across the room with a satisfied smile on his face. He pulled out "A Walk Across America" by Peter Jenkins and read until his troop leader came into the cafeteria to start his day.

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Jess ran into the room at lunch and started darting around the room looking for things. Tristan came in, and had a puzzled expression on his face.

"What's going on?" Tristan asked when Jess threw Tristan's CD player on his bed.

"Did you get my note?" Jess asked, looking under the bed.

"Yeah but what does that have to do with anything?"

Jess suddenly stood up. He paced around the room a bit and ran his fingers through his dark locks.

"I'm not gonna tell you know, but just know to meet me when and where on the note. Got me?" Jess asked picking up his army fatigued hat off the bed and putting it on.

"Uh, yeah." Tristan said, still not completely grasping the concept of why he was having this little meeting. Jess strode out of the room with one of Ayn Rand's best under his arm. It was always nice to have a little bit of Rory wherever he went.

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Tristan approached a slouched figure, sitting on the bridge by the drill team's practice field. Puffs of smoke exiting his mouth and nose. He stared longingly at the water, as if it reminded him of something else. Tristan stared longingly at the lone cigarette sticking from out of Jess's pocket.

"You gonna use that?' Tristan gestured toward his pocket. Jess didn't even look up, but he threw the cigarette and a lighter in Tristan's direction. Instead of questioning him, he lit up and joined him on the bridge.

He couldn't help but notice how peaceful everything looked. The dark blue night, turning to black against the water with the moon appearing much bigger on earth. The water rippled slightly, sending an interrupted vision of everything's reflection. Jess stared at the same spot for another ten minutes before he spoke.

"We're gonna get out of here." He spoke hoarsely, but that was all it took for Tristan to be interested.

A/N: Okay, thanks to nobody I'm almost in a rut here. But luckily my creative juices haven't started flowing yet, so I'm not stuck at a part YET! Somebody, ANYBODY just e-mail me. I would more than appreciate it.... I would honor and cherish you. Till death do us part. SIKE. I need e-mails with suggestions. PLEASE, I'll give you a cookie..... (spots crumbs on face) never mind.