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This is a phone call between Rory and Dean in Rory's POV I'll switch bach to Tristan's later don't worry I'll warn you.
"This is the third time this week Rory!" Dean muttered into the phone.
"I know but we'll hang out tomorrow I promise. Tristan found out about this awesome poetry reading in the park and I know how you hate being dragged to those things so I asked Tristan if he'd go with me." I said. Hoping against hope that I wouldn't have to sustain the constant : but you're my girlfriend etc. "Were just friends you know that!" This speech was growing tiresome.
"You know how I feel about that particular friend. Why couldn't you have gone with Lane or your mother?" Came the response from the other end of the phone. I was getting rather annoyed with having to have this conversation every time I wanted to do something with Tristan.
"My mom hates those things almost as much as you do and Lane's busy! And Tristan is my only other friend who likes poetry." I hated having to fight about this all the time but I can't say it was unexpected. I was feeling less lately, like Dean's girlfriend and more like his property these days.
"You know he has a thing for you right?" Dean muttered. At this I rolled my eyes.
"No he doesn't! And even if he did it wouldn't matter because I love you not him!" I shouted into the phone. That response has been an automatic one since the day I said I love you, you idiot! I said it absentmindedly almost like I had to
"I know but I still don't trust him. And it seems lately that you might have a thing for him as well!" Dean replied. My brain was reeling.
" I don't like him that way, Dean, and besides it doesn't matter if you trust him or not you trust me right?" I said trying to convince him to just lay off it for once.
"Of course I trust you." He said.
"Then I don't see the problem. Anyway, I have to go me and mom are going to watch Willy Wonka and see who can eat the most food! I love you I'll talk to you tomorrow I promise!"
I said rushed and desperate to get rid of him. Not wanting to think about what he was insinuating. Tristan was just my friend just because we hang out a lot doesn't mean we like each other in any other but a platonic fashion. Right?
"Ok, I love you to." Came the response. I hung up the phone then tired of the same conversation every time I wanted to do something with Tristan. It felt like I had to ask permission, I was growing rather tired of it. I felt a bit bad about lying to him about Willy Wonka but I didn't want to continue this conversation.
A/N I no it's really short but I promise to update soon. PLEASE REVIEW suggestions comments critcisum I want it all!