Title: Heaven and Hell, combined in one holiday

Summary: Rory and Tristan are friends. Best friends. Once they decide to take a trip together everything changes.

Disclaimer: I own...well let's see...nothing.

A/N: Been operated on recently, so I can't type very well. Apologies for the short chapter!

(Rory's POV)

I wanted to apologize, explain. I wanted him to know that he couldn't play me. That I thought myself to be above that. Well, I certainly showed my true colours didn't I? How would I ever get the chance to make things right if he kept avoiding me?

Dear Tristan,

please read this. Please.

Love, Rory.

(Tristan's POV)

I held the letter in my hand, contemplating on its future. Would I burn it? Tear it up and throw it in the trash like she had done with my love? Part of me wanted to give it back to her; show her that I was so over her. But was I? Could I really, honestly, say that I did not care what was in that damned letter? No. I wanted to know. Needed to know what turned a sweet innocent girl into a careless heartbreaker. What drove her to that kiss?

Dear Tristan,

I hope you decide to read this letter. I didn't know any other way to talk to you – with you avoiding me and all. It's not that I blame you though, you have every right to be angry with me. Just let me explain, please?

The thing is, I fell for you this holiday. Hard and fast. And that scared me, because I know how you are. If you would have noticed – which I am fairly certain you would have – you would have tried to play me. At least, that's what I thought. Slowly I've started to realise that maybe you told the truth; that you really were crazy about me. If only I hadn't...

But it's too late for those kind of thoughts now. I have, that's all that matters. That, and the fact that I'm sorry. So sorry.

I'm sorry for not trusting you, for thinking that I too would be a game.

I'm sorry for that crap I said. There was no bet. It was just me, being too scared of a rejection.

I'm sorry for lying to you, saying that I didn't care about you. I did, I was just so worried that your words were empty ones.

Most of all, I'm sorry for gambling with our friendship. I lost. I could have had so much more if I had just spoken those words. Because those kisses, the making out in the shower...that was all me. I did want you Tris, I still do. I know I messed up and I'm not asking you to forgive me. I'm not that naïve.

Thank you for letting me explain.
-Rory.