Tristan glanced at his cell phone and then back at the TV for the fifth time since he had sat down on the couch. Staying entertained was harder than he had imagined it would be.

He let out an exasperated breathe. Tristan Dugrey had never been one for waiting.

He scrolled through his phonebook and clicked the green talk button on his phone.

"Hello," the voice that answered the phone was sharp and impatient.

Tristan was delighted to hear that it hadn't changed since high school and instantly and unconsciously fell back into that timeframe.

"what are you wearing right now?" he asked without bothering to disguise his voice.

"what?"

"c'mon you heard me. Tell me what you are wearing. It's pretty early in the morning so maybe you just got out of bed. Your hair is nice and messy and maybe you even like to sleep in the-

"excuse me pervert, but believe it or not I am a functioning member of society and have better things to do then validate your pathetic and useless existence in life by subjecting myself to the sick and depraved thoughts of a pathetic low life like yourself."

Tristan laughed soundlessly, this was the first time he had been so amused in three long days.

He managed to catch his breathe before Paris hung up the phone.

"You know I was very impressed with that speech but then you used pathetic twice. What couldn't think of any other adjectives Paris?"

"who the hell is this?" she asked angrily, not recognizing his voice.

"the love of your life."

Paris snorted in the most unladylike fashion.

"Alright, perhaps not the love your life but certainly the most attractive bit of man flesh you ever saw."

"Tristan Dugrey." Paris said suspiciously.

Tristan laughed out loud this time.

"I never knew you would be so open about admitting it Paris. I'm flattered truly."

"No, there was just no one else who would describe themselves in such a egotistic self-loving manner."

Strange, Tristan had been called egotistic many a time in his young life and it never really seemed to stick with him.

He smirked into the phone and replied, "what can I say, if you've got it then flaunt it."

"and if you don't have it, make perverse anonymous calls to girls?" Paris retorted quickly.

Tristan smiled deeply. He had missed this verbal sparring. He had missed Paris of all people. He hadn't realized that he had missed anyone.

"Touché, Paris," He said warmly.

There was a slight pause and then Paris, never one to waste time, cut to the chase.

"Why are you calling?"

"I'm in town Paris. Thought I should take the time to see old friends."

"And what, they were all gone too?" Paris said skeptically.

Tristan made a hollow sounding laugh.

If Paris was one thing, she was blunt.

"C'mon Gellar, you telling me we weren't friends?"

"Yes that's exactly what I'm saying."

Tristan shifted on the couch. He should have known Paris would be harder to win over than anyone else. Well not anyone else, Tristan could think of someone else that might put up even more of a fight.

"Well can we be friends now?" He asked, his tone sincere.

"Have you changed at all from the frat boy you were at Chilton?" Paris questioned warily.

Tristan bit back a remark about how Paris hadn't really seemed to mind back at Chilton.

"I don't know Gellar," this time when Tristan said his nickname for her it was soft and affectionate something he knew the ever observant Paris would pick up on, "but can I see you anyway?"