AN: HI everyone!!! I just wanted to say hello and thank you for all of the AMAZING REVIEWS!!! You are all truly kind…read and review and most of all ENJOY!!!!

And by the way I just wanted to let you know that some of the flashback was taken from the episode Runaway, Little Boy.

Chapter 6

"Up, up! Get up!" Finn cheerfully said as he swatted Logan with a pillow.

"Finn! What are you doing?" Logan asked, shocked that his crazy Australian friend would do such a thing. Sitting up in bed he held on to a pillow just in case the Aussie was stupid enough to swat him again.

With his arms stretched out he declared, "It's a beautiful day out!"

"The sun's out," Logan stated, "How can you possibly think it's a beautiful day?"

"I never knew how magnificent the sun truly was," Finn replied dazed.

Logan just stared at his friend, "You got some, didn't you?"

A grin spread widely across his face, "Maybe…"

"Listen, I'm happy that you're happy, but I would be much happier if you let me sleep," Logan said a bit irritated.

Finn's smile slowly disappeared off his beautiful Australian face, "Don't be mad just because you haven't gotten any in over a week."

"That's not--"

"It was your dumb and ridiculous idea to let go of Reporter Girl," Finn went on.

"Finn," Logan said in a warning tone.

"Why would you get rid of the best you had?" the dark-haired boy continued; he must have been drunk because if he wasn't he would have heard Logan's tone and he would have seen his glaring eye, so he wouldn't have continued.

Without another word Logan watched as his friend left his room. A few moments passed before he heard his front door being shut closed and the next thing he heard was silence.

Finn's words rang through his ears and he couldn't help but feel as if the Australian was right. He had probably made one of the biggest mistakes of his life.

Groaning, he fell back against his plush bed and threw one of his many pillows over his face.

I hear, a voice say "Don't be so blind"

It's telling me all of these things

That you would probably hide!

Am I your one and only desire?

Am I the reason you breathe,

Or am I the reason you cry?

Always, always, always,

I just can't live without you!

"If you can change one thing about your past, what would it be?" Sam asked her boyfriend as she stuffed a fry, dripping with ketchup into her mouth

FLASHBACK: Chilton, Junior Year (Romeo and Juliet rehearsal)

He silently watched from his leaning position against the table they were using to rehearse. His heart fell the moment he saw him lean down and kiss her sweet lips; why couldn't he have her? Why couldn't she be with him? Why couldn't he just deserve her?

He kept his icy blue eyes on her freakishly tall boyfriend, not looking away from the glare he was sending him.

Once Dean was out of the studio, Tristan pushed himself off the large wooden table and made his way over to Rory; his jealousy getting the best of him.

"Now I noticed you didn't cry when you kissed him. I'm starting to feel a little insecure," he said as he stood in front of her.

"What is wrong with you?!" she snapped.

"Whoa," he smirked holding his hands up and taking a step back from her, "I think I liked you better comatose."

"I thought you weren't going to say anything," she continued ignoring his sarcastic comment.

"Did I say that?" Feigning to remember the words he had spoken earlier that day.

"You make it impossible for anyone to be nice to you. No wonder you had to join our group. Anyone who's actually suffered through the experience of going out with you would absolutely know better."

At that moment his beeper went off, "Gee, I really wish we could continue your analysis on how pathetic I am. Unfortunately, I have to meet some friends," he grinned at the humorless situation as he grabbed his coat off the coat rack and headed outside.

But Rory wasn't having this.

"That's right, leave," she yelled after him once they were outside to the public eye, "I mean, why in the world would you stay? It's not like you're an asset to the group. Of course not! You're only Romeo!" she said with bitter sarcasm.

Whipping around to face her he practically got in her face, "Don't start with me."

"I would be wasting my time if I started with you; you would just end it the second things got too hard to handle," she told him crossing her arms across her chest; she was doing her best shielding herself from the cool night and his cold eyes.

"What would you know?!" he practically screamed, "You wouldn't know the first thing about things getting 'too hard'. Your life is perfect," he saw that she was about to protest so he quickly continued, "You have the perfect family; a loving, caring mother, you have the perfect friends, the perfect boyfriend," he spat the last part, "Name one thing in your life that's 'too hard'," he challenged her. When she remained silent he smirked, "That's what I thought."

Once again he started to walk away, but her words stopped him, "You can cut the act, Tristan."

Slowly he turned to face her, "What act, Rory," he asked her pinching the bridge of his nose.

"The 'I'm-the-poor-little-rich-boy-who-has-everything-yet-at-the-same-time-is-all-alone' act," she told him unfazed.

Deciding that she just wasn't getting it; that she was just too damn oblivious, he left it at that, "Goodnight, Rory."

With that said Tristan was finally able to walk away from her. He began to make his way towards his car and just as he reached it, Paris came out yelling.

"Where are you going? Where is he going? We're not finished! Hey, I'm the director here! Tristan" she frantically chased after him.

"Tristan, come back!" Brad helplessly called out for him as he scurried behind Paris.

I love you!

I hate you!

I can't get around you!

I breathe you,

I taste you!

I can't live without you!

I just can't take anymore

This life of solitude

I guess then I'm out that door

And now I'm done with you!

END FLASHBACK

"Tristan."

"Huh?"

"So?" Sam questioned.

"What was the question?" he asked completely lost.

"What's one thing you would change about your past," she repeated one more time for him.

Thinking of Rory and how he treated her, he answered, "I wouldn't have been such an ass."

"Why did you choose that?" she asked curiously.

He hesitated, "I don't know, maybe things could have turned out differently," he vaguely told her.

Not happy with his answer, Sam was about to push for more, but fortunately for Tristan, Finn interrupted.

"'Ello Mate," Finn cheerfully greeted.

"Hi Finn," Tristan returned the greeting with a silent sigh.

"How's it going Sam?" he turned his attention to the girl sitting besides Tristan.

"Not bad Finn," she smiled.

"Tristan," he turned back to him, "You wouldn't happen to know where my sex kitten is, would you?"

"Ah man!" Tristan cringed, "Do you have to refer to Paris as your 'sex kitten'?"

"Yes, why?"

"It's repulsing," Tristan simply stated.

"Maybe for you," the Aussie smirked, "But for me, it's erotic. Anyway, do you know where she is?"

"She should be at her dorm; I know her and Rory were having a Godfather movie marathon," Tristan informed him.

"Well you see, I went to their dorm and knocked on their door, but the only answer I got was a 'Nobody's home!'" Finn explained.

At that Tristan and Sam couldn't help but laugh.

Confused Finn asked, "What's so funny?"

"After knocking on the door, someone from inside the dorm said 'Nobody's home'," Sam repeated.

"Yes, so…oh!" the light bulb finally went off and then a scowl appeared on his face, "Rory."

A few moments after saying that name a female voice called out Finn's name. Turning towards the Dining Hall's entrance, he saw Rory and Paris making their way towards the group, laughing.

"Hi everyone," Rory greeted before turning her attention to Finn, "Why did you leave?" she asked as a laugh escaped her lips.

"You said no one was home," he mumbled quietly, almost embarrassed at himself for being so stupid.

"Oh Finny," Rory laughed, patting his shoulder.

"Come on Finn," Paris said intertwining her arm with his, "I'll make it up to you."

"That's what I like to hear!" Finn exclaimed as the couple made their way out of the Dining Hall.

"Just great," Rory muttered; she was once again not going to be able to go into her dorm.

"Well, I'll see you guys around," Rory said with a quick wave.

"Wait," Tristan said without thinking.

"Tristan," Sam discreetly scolded.

I feel, like you don't want me around

I guess I'll pack all my things

I guess ill see you around

It's all, been bottled up till now

As I walk out your door

All I can hear is the sound of

Always, always, always,

I just can't live without you!

Ignoring Sam, Tristan continued, "Why don't you come over to my place with us," he suggested, "We can talk and you and Sam can get to know each other better," he told her as he placed his arm around his girlfriend's shoulders.

Rory plastered on a smile and her voice full of sarcasm replied, "Oh but haven't you heard, she knows me so well," seeing the confusion on his face, she continued, "She says I'm a slut."

And without giving him or Sam the chance to respond, she turns on her heal and heads out.

Tristan is speechless. All he was able to do was stare at the girl sitting besides him; disbelievingly,

At all cost Sam avoided contact with her boyfriend's glaring eyes.

"You have got to be kidding me."

The blonde girl remained silent.

"Sam," with her name being said she raised her eyes and locked them with his, "Why would you say that?"

"I really don't want to talk about this now," she stated matter-of-factly before pushing herself away from the table and standing up.

Tristan was quick to follow as he grabbed her arm and spun her around so that she was facing him, "Why would you say that?" he repeated; his tone dropping an octave.

"Like it's not true," she rolled her eyes.

He laughed at her stupidity and at the humorless situation, "You don't even know her."

"Whatever, and besides how did you know that she was having the movie marathon? Hmm? I know that you had a thing for her," she said looking directly at him, "And maybe you still do," she quietly added.

"The past is in the past, Sam, and if you can't get over your insecurities, then you're wasting my time," he stated before walking away.

"Tristan!" she called out for him.

"Come find me when you get your act together," was the last thing he said to her before finally walking away.

I love you,

I hate you,

I can't get around you!

I breathe you,

I taste you,

I can't live without you!

I just can't take anymore

This life of solitude

I guess that I'm out the door

And now I'm done with you.

AN: Please review and let me know what you thought…I would really appreciate it!!! THANK YOU!

By the way the song featured in this chapter was "Always" by Saliva. Great song.