Let me tell you how much I'm enjoying writing this… I should be writing my three thousand-word essay (that's due tomorrow) but instead I'm writing this. It's easier and more fun than writing about paint application techniques in modern and contemporary art. I hope your enjoying it as much as I am. Please keep letting me know what you think. I rely on you to make this better.

Chapter 5-the date?

She walked to the door, anxiously looked at her hair in the mirror then opened the door. 'Good god' she thought as she looked Tristan up and down. He was Dressed in a deep navy pair of jeans with a tight black T-shirt… he looked perfect 'stop it' she told herself 'it's Tristan, the prat that calls you Mary, REMEMBER!'

He caught her looking him up and down and smirked. She didn't look bad herself that shirt was great on her… 'Stop it you're here to study' he tried to trick himself into thinking he was here for perfectly respectable reasons but he knew it wasn't going to work. He had got himself into a twist over her. He wasn't sure why. He could've had any other girl at Chilton like that… but maybe that was it… she wasn't as easily persuaded as the others… she was a challenge and DuGreys never give up!

She realised they'd both been silently staring at each other for about ten seconds and said "Do you want to come in?"

"You'll need to move aside to let me in." he said smiling.

"Oh Yeah sure" she said clumsily moving and opening the door wider to let him in. "Were working in the kitchen, it's to your right" she told him closing the door behind him.

"Really you have a TV in the kitchen?" he asked.

"No, but we don't need a TV to Study Romeo and Juliet."

"Sure we do" and out of his bag he pulled out the film 'Romeo and Juliet' the one with Leonardo de Caprio and Claire Danes.

"We can do this project fine without the film." She told him

"yeah we could" he admitted "but it wouldn't be much fun would it".

Rory loved reading more than an average person but she new the play script was tedious to get through. The movie would be easier. And would make no difference to their project as all the original language was used. "Ok. But let me order my dinner first" she walked over to the monkey lamp and took out the menu. "Want anything?" she asked Tristan- well it was only Polite.

"Sure, I'll have an order of number 2, 9 and 15" he said looking at the menu.

"Ok. I'll go order set the movie up I'll be through in a miute".

Tristan walked into the living room. It looked so cozy. Like a real home should. His house looked like a hotel, apart from his room, which looked like…. A mess. He put the film in and grabbed the remote. He glanced at the fireplace…the photo's on the Mantel piece. One of Rory at age eight say with a book on a wooden bridge. Another her about ten, with a boy that looked almost fourteen, she was smiling broadly, her two front teeth were missing. Another showed her, what could only be her mum and dad and a older version of the boy in the picture (probably her brother he thought) all laughing at the camera. A genuinely happy family, he thought, Wow I didn't even know they existed.

"Food will be about half an hour so we should start the movie" Rory walked back into the room and Tristan moved away from the Mantel place guiltily. He sat down on the coach and Rory sat next to him, with a writing pad and pen.

For twenty minutes Rory sat franticly scribbling notes. Tristan tried to watch the screen and concentrate on the dialogue but his gaze seemed to drift to Rory's face constantly. She looked sweet when she was concentrating glancing at the screen then back to the paper as her hand moved quickly.

Once or twice she could feel him looking at her, but she could never catch him. Every time she looked up, his face was back at the screen.

DING DONG! The doorbell went "Food!" she said jumping up. "Press pause and go get two plates and forks". She told Tristan.

They met back in the living room "Your plates have the original Charlie's angels on them" he said smiling.

"Yeah I know" Rory began to unpack the food out of two carrier bags full.

"Good god how much food did you order?" he asked amazed.

"Oh, well I'm hungry, my lunch was cut short by someone irritating me enough to leave the dining room." She quipped.

"Ouch Mar, you hurt me." He mocked

"Would it kill you to call me by my real name?"

"It wouldn't kill me but it would probably hurt, besides your cute when your annoyed" did he really just say the word cute? He could've killed himself.

"Aww does Tristan DuGrey have a soft side?" she teased

"NO." he defended

"Don't worry Your secrets safe with me" she said.

They finished their food and watched what was left of the movie. "Well. At least we have a starting point for tomorrows lesson." She said walking him to the door.

"Yeah and you had fun too. Admit it?" he pressed

"Ok… a little"

"Yeah" he agreed, "it was a good date"

"What? Tristan this wasn't a date"

"Whatever" he said

"It wasn't" she persisted

"Then why'd you dress like that? If you just wanted to study yopu could've worn anything."

"I … I … Ummm" she said. He was right she had thought about her outfit more than she would've done usually… like she would've done for a date.

"Exactly" he said. He knew he was right, but he knew she wouldn't admit it. He took a step towards her an lowered his head, like he was about to kiss her, whe rory made no move to back off he smiled his lips an inch away from hers "Well see you tomorrow. Goodnight Mary" he said and walked away.

Rory felt quite weird for a second. Why had he not carried on and kissed he? Then she got mad at herself. She shouldn't be thinking like that. It was Tristan. Tristan 'I think im fabulous' DuGrey. What the hell was wrong with her?

Well what do you think? Let me know. I'm gonna get back to my essay now.