Sorry this took a while, but i hit MAJOR writers block. Anyway this chapter isnt quite as long as i hoped but its up anyway. Enjoy! Reviews enjoyed!

I woke up 2 days later to the sound of my cell phone ringing loudly. I groaned and sat up, looking around the room for it. I flung my feet off my bed and walked over to my dresser, rubbing my eyes. My bad mood vanished as I saw Tristan's number on the caller ID.

"I figured you would have called sooner." I said quietly, still waking up. I walked back to my bed and got under the warm covers.

"You know me. I like to keep the girls waiting." Tristan said.

"I'd hardly call 2 days waiting."

"Yeah you're not one of those girls." I smiled. At least Tristan appreciated me.

"Oh should I be offended?" I teased

"No." He said simply. There was a comfortable silence for a few seconds. "What's wrong Rory?" I was taken aback not only by him calling me by my real name, but at the fact that he noticed something was wrong. I took a deep breath.

"Rory?" I replied coolly, trying to change the subject. "That's a first. Why not Mary this time?"

"Stop avoiding it." He said, interrupting my rant. I sighed.

"Logan...and I...broke up." I said, trying to fight back the tears.

"I'm sorry." For once Tristan actually sounded sincere. "Do you want some company?"

"No don't bother."

"I'm already here." He said, and I heard a soft tap on the door. I threw my cell phone on my bed and got up. I practically ran to my bedroom door and as I reached the living room tears started streaming down my face. I unlocked the front door and opened it slowly. Before I could even say anything, Tristan stepped forward and wrapped his arms tightly around me. I felt like I was protected, like nothing bad could hurt me as long as I was in his arms. I had never felt that safe in my 21-year life. We stood there for a few minutes as my breathing became regular before he let go of me. I wiped the tears off my face and turned away from him. "What happened Rory?"

"I don't know...he was just a jerk you know? And I guess I was still hyped from the concert. When I got home all he was insanely jealous, and I realized he didn't trust me. I couldn't handle that." I walked over to the kitchen and started making coffee, really strong coffee.

"Well I guess that beats alcohol." Tristan said with his usual grin. I looked at him and rolled my eyes. I sat down at my small kitchen table and rested my chin on my hand. Tristan walked over and sat down across from me. We sat there for a few seconds in total silence. I could feel his eyes on me, and I tried hard to avoid eye contact, looking anywhere – the TV that wasn't on, the coffee machine – anywhere but at him.

"You never called Tristan. I mean I understand that you left - you had no choice. But you could've at least called me once in a while. Four years Tristan. Four whole years and not a word from you. And I expected you to call because I always knew that you liked me, but you never did. Not once." I finally made eye contact with him. He stared blankly back at me for a few seconds.

"I'm sorry. I just…I guess I couldn't stand that you didn't feel the same way about me that I did about you. That really hurt." He looked at me, and I saw his expression change from sincere to angry. "But what about you? You knew I liked you but you still told Dean that you loved him right in front of me. How do you think that made me feel? Because it sure as hell didn't feel good, Rory!" Now it was my turn to stare blankly.

"I'm sorry. I didn't…I guess I just…I'm sorry." I said quietly.

"Yeah. We lost touch, it happens."

"It happens." I repeated after him. I got up and poured some coffee. I took a large sip and sighed. "Coffee is the best drink ever invented." He smiled. "OK so now that I'm actually awake, what are we going to do today?"

Tristan grinned his schoolboy grin, bringing back tons of memories. "Well Mary, you go get dressed…" he said, scanning me with his eyes. I stuck my tongue out at him. "…And I'll take care of where we're going." I narrowed my eyes at him playfully, took a large sip of my coffee and got up. I walked over to my room and picked out my clothes. Nothing too fancy, just a pair of jeans and a cute shirt. I could hear Tristan moving around, it sounded like he went outside for a second. I shrugged it off and walked over to my mirror. My stomach sank. I had slept with my hair in a ponytail, and I was now regretting it. My hair had a huge bump in it. I groaned and decided to just put it back in a ponytail. I put on a little bit of white eye shadow to make my blue eyes pop, along with some mascara. Then I smiled into the mirror and got up.

"Ok I'm read…" I stopped in mid-sentence. On my small kitchen table sat a gourmet breakfast. "How did you do this?" I said, taken aback.

"Ever heard of take-out?" He said smiling.

"Did you get in?" I stood up when Tristan walked into my new Yale apartment 3 days later. Tristan looked sad, like he hadn't. My shoulders slumped. He broke into a smile.

"I got in!" I squealed and hugged him.

"I knew you would."

So yeah there you go. Now review! lol