Friends

Mail Call

Tristan got up at the mandatory five o'clock wake up call, he had sent out his letters a week ago if things worked out they probably got their letters on a Saturday now all he had to do was wait. A part of him wondered if he would get anything back neither Paris nor Rory had any reason to want to have anything to do with him.

He didn't completely understand why he felt the need to write to them, or the amount of hope he had in wanting for a reply.

He understood his desire to start a friendship with Rory the first time he had meet her she had captivated him, and when she didn't want to have anything to do with him he considered her a conquest, a challenge. But when he got to know her that had changed he found that he liked being around her, but he had absolutely no idea how to interact with her.

Then there was Paris he childhood friend, they had been best friends all the way till middle school, then he stopped hanging out with her because it was un-cool to hang out with the school nerd. Going to Chilton hadn't changed anything in fact it made things worse.

And now, now none of that mattered he no longer was the king of Chilton, captain of the swim team, he was just another rich kid that screwed up and his parents didn't know what to do with him, so it was off to military school.

So the day started, he ran his drills, took his classes and felt like his body was going to kill him slowly, every muscle felt like it was on fire. He made friends and waited for Saturday.

And then it came it was Saturday; once again he was up at five along with the rest of the school. After the mandatory five mile run, and the rest of the training they went through, they all took their showers and made their way over to the mess hall were breakfast was served. After breakfast Tristan with his friends James and Will made it back to their barks.

"So DuGray what are you're plans for the weekend?"

James asked a good looking young man with brown hair, and green eyes.

"Yeah I plan on partyin' what with all the homework, and girls to be had?"

"Aw…we knew it you've got the hots for Freeman, Tristan why didn't you tell us sooner we would have set you up."

Will said smirking at his friend.

"Shut up."

"Mail call! Abrams… Adams…Backer…Carter…Carver…DuGray…Ellis…"

When Tristan was handed two letters, he was surprised he knew he had sent his letters but he never thought that he would get anything back. And there they were the two letter he was waiting for but never imagined would come.

Tristan opened the first letter, the one from Paris.

Tristan,

It's because of you I had to kiss Rory, and don't you dare fantasies about in your sick male mind. There is nothing hot about to girls having to kiss each other.

And if you think this letter is me saying I forgive you for everything you've done Mr. DuGray you are seriously mistaken but you were right we used to be friends. But the reason we stopped being friend was because you were a jerk when you decided you like girls.

But I feel some what sorry for you that you all by yourself in North Carolina so I'm willing to write to you but so help me DuGray if you say (write) something that I don't like you will never hear from me again.

Paris.

Tristan couldn't help the smirk that came when he finished the letter.

"So DuGray got a letter from a girlfriend guessing from that smirk."

"Nah…James just a friend and she hasn't changed one bit."

"That good or bad?"

"Good James good, did you get any mail?"

"Yeah from my family you know how it is don't screw up this is your last chance blah…blah…blah…oh and P.S. we miss you."

His friend finished with a role of his eyes.

"What about Will?"

Tristan asked pointing to his other friend who was lying on his side reading his letter, a smile spread across his face.

"His girlfriend, Lilly."

James said with disgust and a role of his eyes. To this Tristan raised his eye-brows, he knew that James had a thing against guys and steady girlfriends kind of like a lot of people he knew back home, but the amount of disgust in James's voice shocked him.

"Man what do you have against Will's girlfriend?"

"That's right you do know, well my boy I'm going to tell you a story of sex, drugs, alcohol and betrayal."

James said with dramatic flourish, Tristan smiled at his friend's antics, shaking his head he says,

"How about you give me the short version then some other time the embellished version."

James put his hand to his heart,

"You wound me I would never embellish, for I live for one thing and one thing only the truth."

"I'm sure you do mister President and you never had any sexual relationship with Ms. Lawinsky."

Tristan finished with one raised eye-brow and a smirk firmly in place.

"Yeah…yeah whatever you say… smart Alec… short version she slept with his best friend after she had been dating Will for a year telling his that she wasn't ready he caught them going at it on his parents bed. He yelled, she yelled, they all yelled. Finally a few days later she tells him she didn't know what was happening that his friend spiked her drink with something that she loved him would never hurt him, and the rest of that shit, he listened to her believed. He then went and began to beat the crap out of his friend. He was suspended his parents sent him here. And that's Will's story."

James finished with a casual shrug of his shoulders.

Tristan let out a breath at the end of James tale and said,

"I see your point."

He looked down at the other letter still in his hand, he wanted to open it but he wondered if opening it in front of James was such a good idea the guy had issues. Tristan than thought of something, the plan was brilliant in its simplicity, the only way he could read his letter from Rory would be to give James something to do, it also could quit possible change his opinion about the opposite sex.

"Hay man I can't figure out if there's more to Paris's letter could you do me a favor and read it."

He handed his friend the letter he got from Paris, when he did he opened the letter from Rory.

Tristan,

I got you're letter, as you can tell other wise I wouldn't be writing to you because I wouldn't know where to send it to, and it's not like I would send you a letter you made my life a living hell but at least you knew that and are sorry. You are sorry truly sorry because if you aren't I'll never write to you again.

You should also be sorry that because of you Paris had to kiss me, not Brad. PARIS!

If you were here we both would conspire your violent and untimely death. With the help of my mother who happens to have a great imagination when it comes grizzly murders so you are warned.

I think I would like to try and work on us becoming friends, you weren't always a complete jerk, when trying not to be one, but we all have our crosses to bear.

Rory.

Tristan smiled it wasn't what the relationship he wished he had with Rory but something was better than nothing. He looked across from him and saw that James was engrossed with the letter Paris had sent him. James finished reading and looked up at Tristan.

"She's sounds scary but cool, the letter is exactly what she says it is, she doesn't sugar coat anything does she?"

"No she doesn't but that's the great thing about Paris."

James handed Tristan the letter almost reluctantly. Taking hold of the letter Tristan carefully fold them both up, and put them back into their envelops, taking out a note book and a pen he began writing a second set of letter.

To Be Continued…..