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[Tristan Anthony Tatar]

Today, Tristan was shopping alone. Normally, he would be bringing along some of his female friends to liked to tag along and tell her what he looked 'sexy' in or whatever, but today he didn't want to be around women. Chatty, gossiping, obnoxious women. Tristan was having one of those moody days that could only be cured by a cold drink at the end of the night and sleep. Sure, for the most part he was cool and composed but he did have his days were he was not as cool as he wished he was. Which is why today he was spending the day shopping alone. Being surrounded by his usually crowd of dames just didn't sound appealing, nobody was real. Tristan found himself in a sea of people who were fake and petty, and he wanted an escape. Usually he would go out with Razz to eat or something, maybe to play video games with him, but he was a married man. He had responsibilities to his wife that he couldn't take him away from, and wouldn't. Tristan wasn't that selfish. Plus, he liked Emilia and she made Razz extremely happy. Emilia was a gorgeous woman, though he tried not to think about her too much. She was Razz's woman. And though at some point they had a fun time together, Emilia found Razz first and Razz was his best friend. Sometimes he wondered what it would be like if Emilia found Tristan that day and not Razz, but he realized very quickly that he wouldn't have been good for her. As much as he thought about her, Razz was best for her. Emilia needed someone strong and solid, who would stay with her no matter what. Raziel was that man, always had been.

Part of Tristan was horribly, horribly envious of Raziel. He had a gorgeous wife who loved him more than anything, a job even when he didn't really need it, and they were starting a family. Their wedding was beautiful, and Tristan found himself green for what he had. Emilia. Still, he knew better than to try anything, Razz was Emilia's life. He was almost positive that she would die without Razz. Walking through the mall, Tristan decided that he was going to sit down for a little bit. Texting his friends like he usually did, Tristan was deciding where he was going to party tonight. As fun as house parties could be, there was always a chance that it could be majorly lame. Still, the clubs were the same way. There was nothing to do. Tristan felt like a zombie the way his life was passing by him, he needed something new and exciting and fun. He couldn't help but find life extremely boring. There were always new women, new people to meet, but so many of them were exactly the same. Boring. Fake. Not worth his time. Tristan just wanted someone real, someone who wasn't full of bullshit, who was fine not liking what everyone else liked. Nobody in this stupid city was like that, why was everyone so plastic? Giving up, Tristan stood up, walking towards the exit. He had enough of the mall.

Walking towards the door, Tristan was yanked backwards slightly by something caught on his belt loop. Stumbling backwards slightly, he tried to turn to see what he caught on, but instead couldn't. Instead yanking the person's bag a little. "Hold on!" Tristan said with a small laugh, reaching for his belt loop as he unhooked a girl's hanger from him, which was poking out of the bag. Adjusting his pants, which had been pulled into an awkward position, Tristan turned around to see he was stuck to only to find a very flustered young girl. She apologized to him frantically, and Tristan could only laugh," It's no problem I was just caught by surprise," He said with a smile," I've been hooked to many things, but never someone's clothing hanger, that was new." He said, trying to make a joke. Her hair was extremely red, and she was very beautiful. Odd that a girl like her would be so down to earth, from what he could tell. She didn't have her nose in the air, no snobby comment. It was refreshing. Tristan had spent too much time with women from the clubs, but it was nice to be around someone who wasn't horribly fake. " I'm Tristan, and I'm tired of this mall," He announced, extending his hand," Would you like to accompany me out? If you aren't busy, of course."

[Anastazja Irenka Baros]

Anastazja had a love-hate relationship with the mall. On one hand, she loved the smell of department stores and new clothing that just floated around everywhere. On the other hand, the mall was no fun without anyone there to keep her company. She didn't have to be there alone, but she didn't want to really be a bother to her other friends. Plus, she needed sometime away from them every now and then. She loved her friends and her twin sister, but even she needed a breather from them. Unfortunately, she had also wanted to go shopping on the same day she wanted to be alone. Ana didn't think that she would feel that out of place at the mall without her friends there, and she didn't want to just go up to anyone and ask them to hang out. As outgoing and fun as she could be, that was mostly really only with her friends. Ana was uncomfortable with opening up to people just like that, she didn't just instantly get along with everyone she met, it usually took a while. Those first stages of friendship were usually filled with awkward conversation, and not the good kind. Not the kind that a person and their friend would laugh about and other people would think it was weird and unnatural, but the kind where two people were talking and it just felt off. She hated feeling that whenever she talked to people. And she was feeling that as she wandered through the mall, just looking at clothes in the windows, and buying a couple little things every now and then. She wasn't that big a shopper. She didn't like having to carry fifty bags at a time like those other girls that typically went shopping at the mall did. She wondered how they did it. Didn't their arms hurt after a while of lugging all of those around? It was like they were trying to buy all the things they could from the mall before an apocalyptic event struck the planet and closed every mall down.

Ana let out a sigh as she walked through the mall, swinging her few small bags around. And now that she had walked around the mall for what seemed like the fiftieth time, she finally stopped in the store she had first passed in the mall that had an outfit she liked that she would actually wear. Caving, she went into the store, finding the exact pieces of the outfit that she wanted and paying for them at the register. Buying it made her feel a little bit better about shopping alone. Then again, buying a new outfit usually helped her to feel better, even if for only a short amount of time. And it was a nice looking outfit: a light green dress that was white in floral print, and matching shoes. Ana liked outfits that made her red hair stand out. Her hair had to be her favorite feature about herself. It made her feel incredibly unique in the city, there weren't all that many red heads in the city. And those other few were surrounded by a sea of people with blond hair, brown hair, and black hair. It made her feel special, and she liked feeling special. She didn't like all night parties and sleeping with a bunch of random people to make herself feel special, like so many other royals did. She liked finding things about herself to feel special about, and her hair did that for her. Her head tended to spend time in the clouds only when she was dreaming, otherwise she was usually very grounded.

It was one of her day dreaming moments, though, that had gotten her in this awkward situation where she was turning almost as red as her hair and apologizing to the poor bystander the hanger of her dress had gotten hooked on. "Oh Gosh, I am so, so, so sorry," she apologized, tucking her dress hanger further into the paper bag given by the store. "That's what I get for spacing out, I almost kill someone with my stupidity! I am incredibly sorry. Gah, I'm such a ditz," she said, looking at the boy. She recognized him instantly. He was Tristan Tatar, her friend Jasmine's older brother. That only made her flush more, especially when she saw the awkward position his pants had been pulled into by her hanger and spaciness. She could almost cry from embarrassment as he tried to make a joke of the situation. Ana had the urge to crawl into a hole and die, especially since from the couple of times she had seen him when she was with Jasmine, she had a huge crush on the older boy. Perfect way to talk to your crush for the first time without a wingman, she thought to herself. Do something absolutely ridiculous, that will never be forgotten. And not in the way you want it to. This was most definitely not the way she imagined talking to him for the first time. "Sure," she said meekly, taking his hand shyly. This was a bit ridiculous. Ana was usually so outgoing, and now she was acting like a shy little school girl. "My name is Anastazja -- Ana for short," she added, looking up at him, hoping that her blush had gone down. "I'm actually a friend of Jasmine's, your sister." She looked down and away from him. This was just wonderful.

[Tristan Anthony Tatar]

Tristan smiled as the girl introduced herself to him, putting his hand down as she spoke in a flustered manner. Okay, no hand shake then. She was blushing horribly, which made his smile spread. Something about a girl who blushed made everything cuter, maybe because he was so use to girls who never seemed to blush at anything unless something humiliated them. Girls like that were boring Tristan quickly, though he didn't really intend diving head first into anything. He was going to be smart about relationships for once, and was going to use his head to think this time. Tristan had to admit, he had a tendency for thinking with his dick. That wasn't his fault, he was a teenage boy with hormones coursing through him. Well, it was sort of his fault. Tristan had horrible self control, and that was one of the reasons why he tended to be impulsive and little selfish. He didn't mean to, it was just his nature. When he wanted something, he got it. Whether it was a woman or a piece of clothing. He tended to dress pretty well too. Tristan was always complimented for his wonderful taste in clothing by mostly women, sometimes guys who would notice. He always dressed sharp, never left the house messy. Tristan was classy, maybe in not how he acted but everything else about him was. And that's how he liked it, Tristan liked looked fresh, it made him feel better about himself. When he didn't look good, he didn't feel good. But when he looked good, it just upped his mood. Either way, Tristan shouldn't really be allowed to shop alone, he impulse shops far too much to be allowed in a ten mile radius of a mall.

Tristan looked a little surprised when she mentioned she was one of Jasmine's friends, and he paused for a moment to think about it. Jasmine would bring her friends home to hang out all the time, so he must have seen her at some point. Of course, Tristan didn't appreciate always Jasmine bringing friends over, particularly when she didn't warn him that they were coming over. Tristan had been shirtless in front of girls before plenty of times, but he was home and not particularly crazy about being gawked at by her friends. It was hot and his house, so he sure as hell wasn't going to put on shirt just because his sister decided to bring over a bunch of loud, slightly obnoxious teens. Still, at was only once, and Tristan was in good shape so he didn't care. He had abs that needed to be shown off. Still, warning would be nice. He didn't mind her friends or whatever, they were all just young girls. Young, loud, giggly teenage girls. That was when it hit him, he remembered her! " Ah, so you're Ana," Tristan exclaimed, a grin spreading across his face. He was proud of himself for actually remembering one. " Sorry, my sis talks about her friends all the time, sometimes the names are hard to differentiate," Tristan apologized, his hands in his pockets slightly as she walked with him out of the mall," There's a cafe right by this mall, would you like to-" Tristan trailed off, pointing the general direction of the cafe. He smiled when she agreed to go, continuing to walk only briefly.

Pausing, Tristan grabbed her bags from her and continued to walk," It's the least I could do considering I dragged you from the mall," He explained as they walked," So Ana, tell me about you knowing my sister, I'm assuming you have been to one of the sleepovers before, I recognize your voice though as I recall you were much louder," He said, trying to remember her still. Tristan didn't always go out on the nights Jasmine invited friends over, and sometimes even with music on he could still hear the group. For only about six or so girls, they were loud. And laughed loudly too. Sometimes he wondered why he didn't just leave since the club would be only a little louder than home, and then he would remember he wasn't in the mood to deal with people. Tristan couldn't deny somedays he liked hanging around the house. Of course, in the morning, sometimes he would forget they were there and would walk out in his boxers, only to be spotted by a very embarrassed girl. Mistakes happened all the time, and he liked not wearing as much clothes at home. The only thing really bothering him about her friends was that he had to wear clothes. Clothes were Tristan's enemy, what was the point if he looked hotter without them? He smiled as she talked. He liked her voice, there was this unusual sweet quality to it that made her seem so soft and gentle. It was pretty adorable, even Tristan admitted.

[Anastazja Irenka Baros]

Ana's face was still very red from the whole experience. She nodded slightly with a shy smile as he realized who she was. It made her heart skip a beat that he actually knew who she was. A guy like him actually noticing a girl like her was nothing short of a miracle in her opinion. She didn't consider herself to be all that memorable. She thought of herself as one of those bright, bubbly girls that people eventually forgot about because she wasn't anything all that new or original. And then there were guys like Tristan; guys that every girl wanted, and could have any girl that they wanted. He was so far out of her league that it wasn't even funny. It was like comparing a mere mortal to the Greek God, Adonis. She didn't stand a chance at all of ever even getting a chance with a guy like him. Neither of her past boyfriends even came close to measuring up to him. Tristan was practically on a whole new level that she could never get to without getting major work done. And then he came off as such a sweet guy. Her chances were about one in a million, if she was lucky. Sure she was really outgoing, and had a bunch of friends, both guys and girls, but it wasn't as if she had ever really been approached in a way by anyone as hoping for more than friends with her with the exception of per past couple of boyfriends. Even then, they never really did anything other than hang out and hold hands, a kiss every now and then. She had heard things around school about Tristan and how he got around. Why would he want a boring girl like her who was just quirky and pixie-like when he could have girls who quite literally oozed sex appeal? In her head, Ana had about as much sex appeal as a baby panda.

"I'd love to," she said, cutting him off. The words had blurted out of her mouth faster than she could stop them. Her face blushed again softly as she walked beside Tristan. She smiled, looking down as he took her bags from her. She had the urge to tell him that it was no problem at all, and that he was doing her a favor by even hanging out with her, but the words wouldn't form in her mouth. She was glad that he had started talking again. Ana liked his voice. She liked how her name sounded especially when he put emphasis on it.. She knew it was nothing, really, but it gave her butterflies in her stomach. She slept over at the Hungarian household a lot because Jasmine liked to throw slumber parties. There were a few times when she would walk out of Jasmine's room to call her mother in the morning to tell her when she would be home, and Tristan would come out of his room in just his boxers, prompting her to blush and run back into the room out of embarrassment. The first time that that had ever happened was probably the worst. She turned to go back into the room, instead face planting the wall, making her realize that she was further away from the door than she thought she was. That was not a good morning. Jasmine had teased her a bit for it, commenting on how she was blushing so hard that her face was almost as red as her hair. She didn't leave the room at all after that until her chauffeur arrived to take her home. And even then, she practically ran to the car, careful to avoid Tristan.

She let out a nervous laugh. Ana hadn't realized that she was so loud. "Yeah, Jazz is loads of fun," she said with a smile, paying attention to her shoes as they walked. Jasmine really was. The two of them would get hyper and be bouncing off the walls, just being ridiculous. Ana may have been two years older than Jasmine, but she considered her one of her better friends. "I tend to be pumped full of sugar and surrounded by friends a lot of the time, that's why I'm usually rather loud and obnoxious," she said, biting her lip. She even sounded boring to herself. She felt childish saying it. "Pumped full of sugar and surrounded by friends?" Really? she asked herself in her head. What are you? A primary school student? Ana felt awkward now. Her fingers wiggled down at her sides, a nervous habit she had. She looked at Tristan, releasing her lip from her teeth. "So what about you? What's it like being related to Jazzie? Or better yet, any new and juicy details from Glassview's club scene?" she asked as if she was a secret agaent, obviously mocking the gossip blogs that didn't know how to keep their noses in their own businesses. She earnestly wanted to know more about him though. She didn't know anymore other than whatever she had heard around school or from Jasmine. And she liked hearing him talk. He had a very nice voice.

OOC: Ana's outfit~

[Tristan Anthony Tatar]

Tristan listened to her talk, maybe he was thinking about the wrong girl. Ana was so very shy, it was hard to believe that a girl like her was so loud and energetic. She did have a twin sister, maybe that was her? He didn't know. Keeping Jasmine's friends separate was an impossible mission, though Tristan did try. She was just so talkative and overly friendly, sometimes he wondered how she had so many young, female friends. Most nights when they were having sleepovers, he would be out partying and would come home late and night. Sometimes he smelt quite strongly of alcohol as he hummed to himself happily, swaying over to his bedroom. Sometimes he would come home an absolute mess and would take a long shower before going to bed. Some nights, Tristan didn't come home at all until the morning, when he would pick up breakfast for them. He didn't mind doing favors for his sister when he was out, it wasn't like he had anything better to do for the most part. Sure, he could hang out with friends. But sometimes, he was just not in the mood, Tristan had his antisocial days. Pumped with sugar and surrounded by friends? He grinned a little. Cute. He missed people who spoke like this. Everyone tried to hard to be sophisticated while whoring themselves out, why bother? Tristan never bothered to be proper in the club scene, he didn't have to. None of the women there were worth his effort and time. Trashy, low women. Disgusting, scheming men. Something he was not in the mood to deal with at the current moment. Tonight, he planned on driving. Hoping on his motorcycle and just going somewhere. Maybe stay at the hotel for the night, travel around outside the city more before returning home.

" Being related to Jasmine is pretty fun," Tristan said while thinking, an amused smile on his face," She's a great kid, reminds me that I raised her well." Tristan loved his little sister, he really did. Being the oldest, he was the one who took care of all his siblings while his parents were busy. Tristan probably was closer to his youngest sibling because of their age difference, and because when he was about fifteen she was about eleven. He remembered raising her as a little kid, teaching her things he knew, stuff like that. It made Tristan nostalgic. He chuckled a little when she asked him about the club scene. Ana sounded just like those stupid gossip blogs that were o so popular in Glassview as she mimicked them. Thinking for a moment, Tristan let out a small sigh. " Honestly, I'm getting tired of them," He confessed, running his fingers through his hair as they walked," Everyone there is the same to me. All the guys are perverts and pigs, all the women are easy and fake. Nobody there is real, it's a little tiring. It's just nice to talk to a regular human being for once, not being flirted with or fought over is really pleasant." He said, watching the lights around them turn on. Pausing for a moment, Tristan gazed at the light turning on by him, the view of the sky clear as the sun set. He smiled a little to himself, then continued to walk. Tristan looked over at Ana with a smile as she caught up with him.

" I'm a little surprised that you are interested in talking to me," Tristan admitted, watching Ana with an amused smile," You're a pretty girl, haven't you heard I'm a womanizer?" He asked jokingly, opening the door to the cafe following her in. Tristan was merely relaying rumors and what he had heard said about him during his time in school. He found that part hysterical, so maybe he was a little bit of a womanizer. Walking up to the counter, Tristan ordered a latte, and let Ana order whatever she wanted. Once he paid, which he insisted on doing, they found an open table easily, since only college students really went to this cafe at night. Watching Ana nervously play with her hair, Tristan smirked a little as she twirled her hair. She was a charming girl, and he liked talking to her. She was something new and interesting. " But enough about me, what about you? What happens in the daily life of Miss Anastazja?" He asked, his eyes only glancing up as their drinks were given to us. Tristan glanced at his latte, watching the steam rise from his cup before looking back at Ana. She had a cute voice, which matched her personality greatly. Tristan was interested because sex appeal was getting boring. Which was surprising, but true. He didn't want sexy anymore, he wanted a girl who could be described as real, honest, kind. Those were people Tristan wished to surround himself with.

[Anastazja Irenka Baros]

Ana liked the way that Tristan talked about Jasmine. It reminded her that under the bad boy exterior that everyone else saw, he was a sweet guy who really cared about his family. She was enjoying her time with him, she liked seeing this side of him. Ana was having just a bit of trouble keeping up with him because he was taller than her. Somehow she had imagined the club scene to be very different. She had imagined lights that spun and danced in all sorts of neon colors, music with beats so heavy that it replaced your heartbeat, and people of all kinds from all walks of life, who were all different and special in their own ways. A part of her wanted to be a part of that scene, to be different from the person who she was. She wanted to be one of those seductive girls that all the boys chased after and begged for, and to be fawned over and treated like a goddess. But hearing how Tristan described it, it sounded horrible and scary. He made it sound like high school on drugs and liquor, which it probably practically was. It made her wonder why he bothered still going to those places. She didn't see the appeal in being in a place where the only things to do were drink, do, drugs, and have sex. Ana seriously did like having good clean fun, none of that stuff, except for maybe a little bit of the alcohol, but still not enough that no one would remember what happened the next day. She liked making memories. If Ana was going to be out doing something incredible that she wanted to be able to reminisce about years later, she at least wanted to be able to remember what happened the next day. That, and waking up in the morning next to someone you barely know naked, or in a strange place that you had know idea was where did not sound like a good time to her. She was crazy, wild, and a bit extreme at times, but she knew her limits, and she drew the line at not remembering a perfectly amazing night.

"Ever thought of finding new friends to hang around with, then?" she asked, trying to keep pace with him. She was starting to become a little more comfortable around him. Not quite the "let's be best friends for the rest of our lives, with the possibility of dating" kind of comfortable, but the "we can't be awkward turtles forever, so I'll try to be more comfortable" kind. She smiled, looking down when he called her pretty. It gave her a slight boost in confidence until she had the thought that he probably meant it in the way that he would mean it for Jasmine, in other words: adorable, but that was about it. He was probably still only being friendly to her because she was one of his little sister's friends. She pushed the rest of the thoughts that were becoming like that out of her mind and focused on him talking again. When she did that, it helped to keep her mind off of the fact that she was going to someday become a spinster living with about five-hundred cats. Not that she really minded, she liked cats well enough. Actually, no, that wouldn't happen. She was a princess. She was going to end up someday married off to some prince or noble, and live somewhere she had never been before in her life. People thought that being a royal automatically gave you the world, and you were free to do with it as you chose. They didn't realize that that thought only held true before the royals really had to take over their duties. They didn't realize that as a royal, your fate was practically already predetermined for you unless you were willing to give it up. The thought depressed her slightly; she didn't know any other way than that of royalty. She had to accept that the rest of her future after she completed her studies in Glassview had already been predetermined for her.

She let out a small laugh at his reference to the rumors that were typically spoken about him. She had heard that he was a womanizer, but she was more willing to accept what Jasmine thought of her older brother, rather than what some stranger said. From what she had told her, her brother was one of the most amazing people on the planet, and if anyone had a problem with how he lived his life, they could take it and shove it up where the sun doesn't shine. "Well, Jazz seems to think not, and if you're related to her, you can't be all that bad," was her reply as she entered the cafe. She ordered her drink after him, opting for a caramel macchiato. The quiet made her a bit nervous, and as much as she liked the privacy since there were so few people in the cafe, she wished there had been more sound than just the light jazz music playing in the background off the speakers. Her hands went to her hair, twirling and untwirling locks of it around her fingers. She picked up the coffee spoon, mixing the caramel and foamier milk into the drink. "Not much, really," she admitted, shyly. Ana didn't really do anything that she would consider to be superbly interesting. School, studying, hanging out with friends at the park or at Jasmine's slumber parties, and playing guitar when I'm bored. " That sounded typical and blase to even her. Ana really was just nothing but your everyday typical teenage girl.

[Tristan Anthony Tatar]

Tristan chuckled a little when she suggested that he should get new friends, he wished that it was that easy. That he could just drop his current friends on the floor and find some new crowd, but it wasn't that simple. He had a reputation that would follow him into any crowd that he could go to as a playboy and a womanizer. Tristan knew a long time ago that once you are in the party scene, you are in it for as long as you can keep up. If you're accepted in the group, even better, you're expected to show up. Tristan had to admit, a good portion of what made it hard for him was that he had this reputation. One that he didn't intend on killing just because he was getting bored. It took time to build up the bad ass facade that he had, and he didn't want that destroyed. Tristan liked people not bugging him, and being one of the main partiers also made him one of the leaders. Not of any underground stuff, or anything shadey really. Just of the guys. Tristan was a jock and a bad boy in the school, and he wasn't particularly good at being good. He was a flirt and that was something he just didn't control well. It just came out. Plus, Tristan was set on living as much as he could until he would be forced to marry. He had responsibility as King of Hungary that he would have to fulfill. Tristan had been studying to be a king since he was a young boy, but that didn't help him feel at ease. It was so much responsibility, so much work. He would be married to a woman he probably didn't know and would be expected to have a child and heir to the throne. It was a lot of pressure, and he was always afraid he would end up with some bitchy priss who was no fun.

A smile spread on his face when he brought up his little sister not thinking that he was a womanizer. Sometimes it worried him how highly that girl thought of him. Tristan loved his baby sister, but sometimes he felt like Jasmine viewed him as superman or something. It was adorable, but troubling. " That's sounds really nice, actually," Tristan said, thinking a little. It must be nice being a normal teen as far as school life goes. Sometimes he wished he never got into clubbing and partying. Just stuck to sports and school life, maybe he would be happier then. Still, Tristan couldn't focus on the what ifs in life forever. " Playing the guitar is really cool though, I wish I could play an instrument but I'm horrible at it," He said with a small laugh," I can sing, but that's about it." Tristan raised an eyebrow at Ana's surprised expression," I don't sing in front of people! The only person who has ever heard me sing is Jasmine since when we were kids, and even sometimes now, the only way she could sleep is when I sing her to sleep. Just Hungarian lullabies, love songs, stuff like that." He said, slightly embarrassed as he sipped his latte. He like coffee, and though drinking it at night probably wasn't his best idea, he was fine staying up late tonight. Tristan would probably just end up on the top of his roof staring at the stars anyways. Still, part of him was smacking himself for bringing up the fact he sang. That was something he usually kept private since he never sang in front of anyone.

" I can't imagine what you think of me, considering what Jazzie has told you," Tristan said, amused," She admires me so much, sometimes I feel like she's gushing to all her friends about me and I just don't know it. I love her, and raised her myself, but I worry. Someone needs to look after her when I'm not around, she's just so-" he paused in thought," -trusting. Sometimes I'm afraid some guy will promise her a cupcake if she follows him into his room or something and that Jazzie will happily agree." Tristan tried not to imagine that it happening, though he was sure it could. Jasmine was the trusting one, while Tristan was raised to trust nobody. Which he didn't hold honest to. He was an open book, and didn't particularly think that there was anything worth hiding about him. Still, he was a little more street smart that Jazzie was, and that was his main concern. He taught her self defense and how to avoid bad situations, but what if Jazzie did end up going to a party? What if she ended up drinking too much and couldn't defend herself? No. Tristan had to trust his baby sister to not do that. It was interesting though, that Jasmine was such a big topic in their conversation. Since Ana was Jasmine's friend, he reminded himself. It didn't particularly matter to him, some of Jasmine's friends he didn't approve of as much, but Ana was fine. In fact, he preferred her over a good portion of her friends. Some were very petty, some a little more snobby. Ana was so down to earth in comparison, and it was pleasant.

[Anastazja Irenka Baros]

Tristan could sing? She wanted to hear that. His speaking voice was already very lovely, she could only imagine how dreamy his singing voice must've been. She couldn't help but to let her mind drift. She imagined sitting on a bench in the park alone with him, while she played guitar and he singed. Or in her bedroom and they did that. Then out of nowhere he kissed her, his hand on her cheek. Her hand would place itself over his while the other lowered her guitar to the floor. He would pull her onto his lap, his arms wrapping completely around her while her arms wrapped around his neck and her hands buried themselves in his hair. Their tongues would tangle, and she would pull away just to have his lips go to her neck. She would try to push him away playfully, telling him that anyone could come home at any time, and he would tell her that they would just have to be quiet. Ana blushed as she pulled her mind away from that day dream. It was quickly becoming too mature a day dream for the public place she was currently in, especially being right across the table from the person she was dreaming she was having relations of those sorts with. What was she thinking about before her mind drifted to that again? Oh, right. Tristan being able to sing. She would like to hear that. Maybe write a song or two with him. Or just hear him singing one of those Hungarian lullabies or love songs he was talking about. Maybe fall asleep with his arms wrapped around her, his melodic voice being the last thing she heard before sleep took her.

"I doubt she would be that naive," she said, looking down at her macchiato and tucking a few strands of hair behind her ear. She noticed that a good portion of their conversation had started revolving around Jasmine. She didn't care too much. It was the only thing they really had in common to talk about. It wasn't as if they had ever met or talked before. Jasmine was their one thing in common. She wanted to get to know him better, though. As much as she loved Jazz in a sisterly way, she wanted to be able to talk to him about things other than her. Ana didn't want this to be the last time they talked. He was interesting, and the guys her age just weren't like him at all. All the guys she knew were sweet, but also really quirky and kind of geeky. She loved them all to bits, but they were more like brothers than boys she would possibly consider dating. He was just so different. Tristan was just so much more exciting compared to the mundane world and people she was used to. He had seen more, done more, met more people. Something in her wanted, desperately to be a part of his world. A part of something that seemed so much more exciting and upbeat. Her more rational side told her that it would be a bad idea, though, that she wouldn't survive five minutes in a place like the Glassview clubs.

"Jazz may be trusting, but she's not stupid," she told him, one hand reaching out to ouch his reassuringly. It just happened on instinct. His skin was soft under her fingers, and she found her thumb slightly rubbing his. She immediately stopped and pulled away immediately, a slight blush on her cheeks. "Sorry," she whispered, "getting too touchy." Her hand pulled back to her coffee cup, lifting it for her to take a drink. Her eyes stayed trained on her drink, glancing up only one at Tristan to see him staring at her. "What?" she asked, staring off to the side at some random object. "Is there something on my face?" She tucked her hair behind her ear, biting down on her lip. Stupid instinctual little habits, she thought to herself, How many times do you plan on making a fool of yourself?

[Tristan Anthony Tatar]

Tristan's eyes widened slightly in surprise when Ana reached over the table, putting her hand on his. Her thumb gently rubbing his hand was comforting, and he smiled a little as he looked down at his coffee briefly. Ana was beautiful and nice. A combination Tristan hadn't seen in a girl since Julia in the fourth grade. Julia was his fourth grade teacher though, and as big of a crush he had on her that was never happening. Sure, Tristan tended to go for older women, but maybe that was what was wrong with what he was doing. He was looking past all the younger girls, who could be far better in a relationship, just because of their age. Ana was a gorgeous girl. Kind, compassionate, knew what to say to cheer him up. She was nothing like the girls at the clubs or any of the girls he hung out with at school really. It was refreshing and new, something different from the usual types of women in his ife. Cheerleaders. How Tristan hated them, but they were the group that seemed to flock to jocks like him and his friends. There was nobody real there. Anywhere around him. But there was. This beautiful girl sitting right in front of him. Smiling at him shyly, biting her lip, tucking her hair behind her pale ear. Tristan lost himself in her a little. He wasn't particularly thinking, because all he could do was look at her. Her eyes, her hair, her lips. Tristan had to be snapped out of his spacey state when she asked whether something was on her face, and he smiled a little and shook his head. Sipping his coffee, Tristan rubbed his neck a little, smiling to himself a little before looking up at Ana.

" No, there's nothing on your face," Tristan said with a small chuckle, before something clicked in his mind. He knew something she would absolutely love. " Walk with me, I have something to show you," Tristan said, standing up and extending his hand for her to take. To his surprise, she actually took his hand and let him lead her out. They talked about little things as they walked up towards where Tristan was leading her. Small things. His friends stupidity, her friends, books they had both read, childhood stories. They were both laughing about how Tristan convinced everyone that he was born with an extra finger when he was a child. Ana told him stories about her childhood and how different it was when you have a twin. He loved how animated she was when he actually got her talking. She was so full of life, it was as though the shy girl withered away to make way for a confident, funny, interesting young woman. Who had stories to tell, ideas to talk about, things to ponder. Ana was so much fun to talk to, he couldn't remember the last time he laughed as much as he did about some of her stories. She was so charming, such an amazing person. This is what he was missing, people with minds. Who could think for themselves without help from anyone, didn't need someone's permission or opinion first. It was nice. Tristan missed things like this. He missed being able to just talk, their hands clashed together as they walked, him swinging their arms slightly as they walked.

Finally reaching the top of the hill, Tristan climbed on top of a closed dumpster, pulling Ana up as he climbed onto the roof of a building. " Come on, trust me," Tristan chuckled, when he noticed her a little nervous to be going up so high. A smile spread on his face as she took his hand, and he pulled her up to the roof. She wasn't heavy, and Tristan was a strong guy. He was into sports, and worked out for the most part instead of socializing. Working out was calming, talking to people was frustrating for the most part. Sitting down, Tristan patted the spot next to him, scooting a little closer to her as she sat down. " You can see the entire city from here," Tristan exclaimed, pointing towards the view," the sunset, the city, everything. I use to go here all the time when I was a kid and when I needed to get away from everyone." He mused, looking over at Ana with a smile. Ana's eyes lit up with the light from the sunset as she looked out over the view. He couldn't help but stare at her. He had to do something. He was Tristan. He wasn't afraid of being forward with women. Not ever. Maybe now. Tristan had to admit, he was a little nervous for once which surprised him greatly. Facing Ana, Tristan tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, his hand cupping her face gently as he leaned in, his lips softly pressing against hers. His heart was racing, but he didn't care. Everything felt right for once.

[Anastazja Irenka Baros]

Ana didn't think she had ever told anyone so much about herself in such a short amount of time. Tristan was just so easy to talk to. She couldn't believe that this was the same person she had heard about around school. He was sweet, kind, and treated her like an equal, nothing at all like the player, stuck-up, self-absorbed bad boy people described him to be. Maybe he was just being like this because she's one of his little sister's friends. That would make sense. Anything to make his little sister happy. He didn't have to hold her hand like that and swing it, though. Talk and probably make it look as if they were a couple to the people they passed on the street. Whatever reason it was for, she was just going to enjoy it while it lasted. She tried to focus on right then and there: the firm, yet gentle grip of his hand on hers, his voice talking and laughing with her, the warmth of his brown eyes when they would look at her. All of it made her heart skip a couple beats every now and then. She never thought that this would happen to her, spending time alone with Tristan like this. Though, she was a little apprehensive about climbing up so high onto the roof. Ana had always been somewhat afraid of heights, but how could she not trust that smile. She smiled when she grabbed his hand and he helped her up. She was surprised by how easy he made it look. She supposed that it made sense. Ana could probably be classified as being even lighter than a feather weight. She had never really been one to work out, so she didn't exactly build muscle, nor did she ever really eat all that much, so she never gained fat. Ana and her friends were the types that kind of just bounced around a lot when they weren't too busy being lazy and doing nothing.

She was about to comment on how beautiful the view was when she felt his hand on his cheek. She wanted to ask him what was going on, but the next thing she knew, his lips were on hers and they were kissing. His lips were so soft and smooth. Somehow she knew they would be. They looked like they were. Her eyes widened in shock. He was actually kissing her! Tristan's lips were physically on hers. She had dreamed of what it would feel like a couple times, but none of her dreams could compare to this. Her shock quickly wore off, making her lean into the touch of his hand on her cheek and tilt her head to the side to deepen the kiss. Her eyes fluttered shut. A part of her still felt like this was a dream. That there was no way Tristan would be kissing her. He was popular, and an athlete, and could have any girl he wanted. Ana was just one of those geekier girls that had her group of friends that could be really hyper, but were mostly there to be weird. Even if she did tend to be really outgoing and made friends easily, she was nothing like those extremely pretty cheerleaders who were on the same level as Tristan. This didn't feel like one of her dreams, though. Her dreams usually ended as soon as the kiss started. This hadn't ended yet. They were kissing still. The moment couldn't be more perfect. They were in a spot he came to in order to relax, the sun was setting over the city, and they were alone. Her hand found his other one which was resting on the roof and rested on top of it. . Ana was sure that she was the one who let out the pleasured sigh.

She didn't want to, but they had to pull away eventually. She opened her eyes to find his face still near to hers and she let out a small laugh. It was real. It did happen. Her smile stayed on her face as he leaned his forehead onto hers. Her own brown eyes looked up into his, her smile not fading. "What was nice," she said softly, those being the only words she could think of to say. Ana couldn't help but to laugh at how ridiculous she sounded to herself. Her head placed itself on Tristan's shoulder as she laughed. She felt so awkward now. And who was going to tell Jasmine? Were they going to tell her at all? They couldn't just not tell her, it would probably be important for her to know that her friend and her brother had kissed. Then again, maybe not. Ana didn't know. She didn't particularly care to think about it at that moment, she was just on cloud nine from having kissed him, having just spent time with him alone. She felt his hand on his shoulder, drawing her attention back up to him. What did this make them now? A couple? Two people just regularly doing things like this together. She wasn't going to ruin the moment by asking, so she asked a completely different question, "So are we telling Jazz about this or not? Because if we are, you're telling her."

[Tristan Anthony Tatar]

Tristan had to physically remind himself to continue to breathe, he was so taken back by everything happening. He never really thought about himself as the romantic type, and he just didn't know. He just liked her. Ana was this new person who intrigued him to no end and was beautiful and sweet and real. She was unlike any other women he had ever been with, even Emilia paled in comparison of how he thought of Ana. But maybe it was because what they had was physical though, Emilia was just a hot fling. But Ana was nothing of that sort, she was something else. Something gorgeous and kissable and sweet. Tristan stared at her, the affection clear in his eyes as he watched her laugh. Nice. It was nice, and he was definitely not thinking clearly. His mind was that wonderful fuzzy that he hadn't felt for such a long time. Sure, sex was great. He was experienced and had been told that he was amazing in bed, but i t didn't mean anything. Tristan felt almost feminine saying that it was better with feelings. He use to do it when there were feelings, but something changed. The party scene, him, it didn't matter which it just made everything different. Tristan didn't get that thrill anymore from other women, and maybe it was time to stop. Come to think of it, Tristan hadn't had a real relationship since a girl he dated more than four years ago. When he was a first year, he dated a girl, but they broke up because they fought so much. It was argument after argument, Tristan was just so tired of it. After her, he stopped having those types of relationships and started just fooling around.

That was when he got the reputation that followed him up until now. Tristan was a player, selfish, and cold towards others, except Razz who was his best friend and practically his brother. But here was a girl who didn't seem to think that of him. She probably knew since he was popular around the school, but Ana didn't act on those beliefs of who he was. It was nice, it made him feel human for once. Whether she believed he was that way or not, she didn't seem like she did. Tristan hoped she didn't. For once in a long time, he wanted to try a relationship again. Not with the popular cheerleader type, but with Ana. She was charming, geeky, awkward, and Tristan adored her. It was silly, but true. Wrapping his arm around her, Tristan looked out at the view, a little lost in his thoughts before Ana asked the question. Looking down at her, Tristan let out a chuckle," I should probably tell her," he said, groaning jokingly. Tristan was not looking forward to telling his little sister that he was dating one of her friends, and he was sure he was going to get a talking to from Jasmine. Jasmine was probably going to give the "hurt my friend and I kill you" talk, and he was fine with that. Tristan deserved to be lectured every once in a while. Plus, if he was being lectured about being with Ana, he didn't mind one bit. It was worth it, he hadn't been kissed like that in a long time. Tristan hadn't been left breathless in a long time.

Leaning down a little, Tristan pressed his lips softly against hers, his hand running through her shocking red hair. Breaking the kiss, Tristan's eyes locked with hers, and he almost forgot what he was going to say. Her eyes were so beautiful, she was so beautiful. " I'd prefer to tell her about my new girlfriend though, only if you want to be, of course," Tristan said, looking at her nervously. He would accept if he was just someone to spend pleasurable company with and nothing more, but he hoped that wasn't the case. He was accidentally holding his breathe again while waiting for her answer. What was going to happen if she said no? Tristan supposed that they would stay friends and leave it at that. He hoped it wasn't going to be that way though. He didn't want the feeling to end. The moment they had was perfect in every way in his eyes, and he couldn't have been happier his belt loop got caught on her hanger. An odd way to meet for an odd pair, it fit. Tristan couldn't think of anyone else he would rather be with than Ana. She made him fall hard. Ana was always saying she was awkward and geeky and weird, but he didn't see any of that. He saw the charming, talkative, intelligent Ana, who had a lot of interesting ideas and events to talk about. Tristan didn't feel awkward or uncomfortable around her, in fact, he felt that he could be himself around her. No selfish badboy, player persona. Just Tristan. A goofy guy, with big ideas and dreams and goals. He was holding his breath for her answer, hoping that Ana would say yes.

[Anastazja Irenka Baros]

Ana could only stare at Tristan as he asked her in his way to be his girlfriend. She was in slight shock that he was wanted to be with her at all. She was bubbly, and geeky, and awkward, and he was -- well, he was a jock. By the typical high school hierarchical system, they shouldn't be able to even coexist in the same area without spontaneous combustion occurring to one of them. But here they were, talking and hanging out, he had even kissed her and neither one of them burst into flames. She could still feel her heart fluttering from the kiss. He was such a good kisser. He practically stole her breath away with that kiss. Should she say yes? When so much had been said about him? She typically wasn't one to judge based off of people's pasts and what others said about them, but if what everyone had said was true, could she trust him to not hurt her? She put what the other people said out of her head. Tristan was Jasmine's older brother. And she talked to her and looked at her like a person, not a piece of meat. She had no reason to not trust him. "Yes," she said softly, looking him in the eye. A smile graced her features as she said it again, a little louder this time, "Yes, I'll be your girlfriend. Of course I will!" She practically threw herself at Tristan, pulling him into a hug. She pressed her lips to his again, her hands going to his hair and ruffling it up a bit. Boyfriend. He was her boyfriend, that was something she never thought she'd get a chance to say.

A week later they were hanging out at Tristan's house in his room. They weren't doing anything other than watching a movie on his bed, cuddling, and making small talk every now and then. She was pressed up against him, her head on his shoulder and her legs tangled a bit with his. One of her hands was on his chest, her fingers drawing small circular patterns repeatedly, the other was tucked between her body and his. She would get distracted every now and then by watching his chest rise and fall with each breath he took. She was easily snapped back into reality, however, by a loud boom or crash that came from the movie they were watching. It was just her and Tristan in the house, Jazz was out with the group and she had decided to stay back and hang out with Tristan. In Ana's opinion, she had so far been doing a fabulous job at juggling her love life and her social life. Though, it wasn't all that hard when her boyfriend was the older brother of one of her friends and their group of friends tended to hang out at Jazz and Tristan's place anyways. Or at least the girls did. Their guy friends were all too busy down at the arcade or the comic book store, playing videos, watching science fiction movies, or something. She was spending plenty of time with her friends still while not letting her boyfriend take over her life completely. They had spent a great deal of time together in the past week, but not so much that it drove people insane. Or she hoped that they weren't driving anyone insane with the amount of time they spent together.

She looked up at Tristan, kissing him softly before turning her attention back to the movie. It was an old classic that she loved, The Avengers. Ana had always been a sucker for superhero flicks. And she was trying to give him as much physical affection as possible without pushing her own boundaries. Ana was going to take it slow since she had never gone further than cuddling and kissing with a guy before, and she had a feeling that would be somewhat hard for Tristan who was used to going much further than that with girls. "I will bet you any amount of money that Natasha and Clint did something in the time that the camera was not on them," she commented as the scene came on where Clint just got out of the bathroom. "The both of them are way too hot for nothing to have happened." As unladylike as that comment may have been, she couldn't resist the opportunity. Being around her friends for long enough periods of time did things to dirty her mind. Her older brother would not be pleased if he knew. She doubted he would be happy knowing that she had a boyfriend that was going into college while he was entering his fifth year also, but oh well. He was busy and didn't want to be a bother to him. "We should go out sometime soon," she said absentmindedly. "We've spent most of our time together indoors. It'd be nice to go for a picnic or something."

[Tristan Anthony Tatar]

Tristan didn't think he would ever like being in a relationship, but he did. He was worried about being someone's boyfriend, but Ana was nothing like the girls he had dated before in the best way possible. She was gorgeous and quirky, they could talk about nothing for hours and have fun doing the most trivial things. His eyes were on the television, though he couldn't particularly focus on the movie however loud the explosions were. Tristan could feel her fingers on his chest, drawing small circles as they watched Avengers. Her touch was so soft, it gave him slight goosebumps. That was something he wasn't use to. Somehow, she always managed to do little, gentle things that felt really good. He was always use to things being rough and physical, now that they weren't he was finally able to take everything in. He wanted to enjoy the little things for once, and not focus on the labels. Tristan still had his pea brained friends to hang out with, and she had her friends as well. His friends had taken an interest in why Tristan was with her, asking him whether they were doing it. He laughed, and told her that he was old enough to have an actual relationship which surprised them greatly. Not only them, the entire school. Tristan Tatar, known playboy and womanizer, settling down with a girl who was nothing like any of his past girlfriends. A geeky, lovely, interesting girl who was the most real person he knew. People were surprised and thought that he was possessed, or thought that it wasn't going to last. But it was, Tristan knew it. He was holding back and letting Ana take the lead, doing whatever made her more comfortable.

He would be lying if he said that it wasn't hard. Ana's body pressed against him, her hands on his body. Tristan knew how to control his hormones, but the amount of cold showers he took increased as they continued to spend time together. Still, unlike any other girl he dated, Tristan respected Ana. He respected if she wanted to wait, and knew that even though losing his virginity was no big deal for him, it certainly was to her. He had lost it to an older woman, and it meant absolutely nothing. But this was different, he was her first boyfriend and intended on making her first time the most special event of her life. He wanted to do something he had never done before, and made the night unforgettable in the best way possible. All Ana had to do was say the word and he would plan the perfect night just for her. Tristan raised his eyebrow at her comment about Clint and Natasha, chuckling as he kissed her forehead. He grew to adore her more and more. The way she talked, laughed, the faces she made when she was thinking; Tristan loved it all. He smiled when she said she wanted to go outside, he couldn't blame her. They had spent most of their time at his house in his room, and even Tristan was feeling a little cooped up. If it was a picnic she wanted, he knew exactly what to do. Pulling his phone out of his pocket, Tristan called his caterer, telling him to prepare a picnic for them and set it up, he knew the perfect place to go. He gave Ana a small kiss on the cheek before getting off the bed, running his fingers through his hair briefly. Tristan wrapped his arms around her, smiling as she looked up and kissed him.

Picking Ana up, Tristan carried her on his back, his hands holding her thighs. He didn't have to carry her, but he wanted to. Her skin was smooth on his hands, her arms around his neck gentle as she leaned on him. He couldn't help but smile, though he rarely showed Ana how giddy she made him. Tristan felt like a child the way he smiled when she was with him, he wasn't use to it. He was never particularly a smiley person, and he only tended to really goof around with Razz, who was his best friend. Razz needed to meet Ana, but it was too soon and he wanted to wait until things got serious. He didn't want to put Razz's hopes up if they didn't work out, though he wanted it to badly. Tristan would be depressed if he lost her, it had only been a week and they had gotten close. He told her things that he never told any woman, and she told him things that were personal as well. Tristan told her about the party scene and how brainless it all was, and how he wanted to avoid it at all costs. She had never been to a party, but the club scene was the last place he wanted to take her. Too many girls he had hooked up with, and they seemed like the jealous types. Tristan wanted to show Ana that he wasn't the guy everyone thought he was. He wasn't heartless. " I know the perfect place, trust me," Tristan said as he walked down the street towards the park. This was Razz's favorite park, so he knew the best picnic spot there. He couldn't help but notice people watching them, not that he particularly cared. Tristan was use to people looking at him, and he was fine with showing the world that he was with Ana. Walking up to the park, Tristan saw their blanket and everything set up. Damn, they work fast, he thought to himself as he finally put her down, sitting her down on the blanket. Opening the bottle closest to him, Tristan noticed her expression and chuckled slightly, leaning forward and giving her a small kiss. " It's apple cider, sweetie," Tristan told her, pouring her a glass and handing it to her," My best friend, Razz, showed me this place before. He proposed to his wife here, something about it just seems romantic, doesn't it?"

[Anastazja Irenka Baros]

Ana looked up at Tristan, arching an eyebrow as he pulled out his cell phone and called his caterer, telling him to prepare a picnic for them. She couldn't help but to roll her eyes at him. She didn't exactly mean a picnic right then and there, but he had already hung up the phone and was out of bed before she could protest. He was ridiculous, but she adored him. Being with him had forced her to get used to being stared at and having jealous girls trash her behind her back. It bothered her the first couple of days, but she had started to get used to it by the end of their first week together. She knew why everyone was confused; they all saw Tristan as this bad boy jock who could get any woman he wanted, and Ana was just a bubbly, geeky girl who may have gone out a lot, but never really did anything "bad". The latter may have been true for Ana, but the former was not necessarily true for Tristan. Then again, she saw a side of him that she was fairly sure not many people saw. She could see how being friends with his kind of friends would make it hard to have much depth. Ana was never the person to stereotype, but she had seen some of the jock guys when they were together, they were all about as shallow as a kiddie pool -- almost exactly like how actors portrayed them in movies. Except for the part where they take nerds and give them swirlys. The Committee nor the Academy would never allow that. She thinks. She did enjoy being one of the very few people who saw the sweeter side of him; the side that had hopes and dreams, and cared about others. It made her feel special. Just being his girlfriend made her feel special.

She looked up at him, her hands on her chest while his wrapped around her, and kissed him. The first few times they kissed, she was convinced that it was all still a dream she would wake up from soon. It was simply too good to be true that she could actually call him her boyfriend. Her first real, official, boyfriend. The shock may have worn off, but it still sent tingles from her head down to her toes every time they kissed. Ana giggled as Tristan picked her and carried her on her back. She was still amazed by how strong he was. She supposed that she shouldn't be since she knew he liked to spend a good amount of his free time working out, but with how he lifted her as if she was a feather, she couldn't help it. She pressed her cheek against his as they walked. "I trust you," she said with a smile on her face, kissing him softly on the cheek. Her arms were wrapped around his shoulder as she leaned against him. Ana was fighting the urge to ruffle his hair, just because he wouldn't be able to stop her without putting her down. Tristan took a great amount of pride in his looks, and she knew for a fact that he would not appreciate her doing that, which made it all the more tempting. Unlike other people she knew who thought it was annoying, Ana found it endearing how vain he was. She let him set her down on the blanket when they arrived at the park. She was impressed, they hadn't spent all that long a time walking. Ana watched him as he sat next to her and opened the nearest bottle to him, giving him a confused look. She took the glass after he explained it was just apple cider. Ana wasn't much of a drinker unless it was a special event.

"Very romantic," she said, looking around the park. It was a gorgeous park, and it did have a romantic feel to it. The grass was the perfect shade of green, and the summer flowers were in bloom. It was the perfect place to have a picnic date. The sun was warm on her skin, making her wish that she had some sunscreen to put on so she didn't burn. It would be worth it to spend such a beautiful day outdoors with Tristan, but it would still hurt to have things touch her the next day. She sipped her drink before placing it on the blanket and flopping onto her back, basking in the sunlight. One hand found his and intertwined their fingers as she closed her eyes. "It's such a beautiful day," she commented, letting out a relaxed sigh. The summer warmth surrounding her, Tristan's fingers locked with hers, and the park being as romantic as it was overall, she didn't think the day could be better. "I'm so glad we went out today," she said, opening her eyes to look up at the clear blue sky. She turned her gaze towards Tristan, a smile on her face. He was just sitting there, looking at her. She was still so confused as to why he would sometimes just sit there and look at her. "Tristan," she began in a teasing manner, trying to snap him out of his reverie, "blankly staring like that is rude, you know."

[Tristan Anthony Tatar]

Tristan watched her as she flopped down onto the blankets after sipping her drink, and stared at her fondly. She was so natural, everything about her. He never had to wonder what was real or not because he knew with Ana, and it made him feel secure. That was something he never got with his past girlfriends. The fact that no matter what, he didn't know whether they loved him or loved his status as Tristan, the playboy who's cool persona is almost as cold as his heart. It was as if they only really wanted him as a challenge to see if they could get him to open up to them, not because they wanted him. And somehow, Tristan never really opened up to any of them. He never told him about his family or how he raised his little sister, or even about how his day went. Usually, a simple 'how are you' was followed by an even simpler 'fine' and that was it. Conversation over, he had nothing to say. But with Ana, they didn't even really have to talk. She didn't feel like they had to fill the silence all the time, sometimes they could just be with each other quietly and enjoy it. She was so relaxed, Tristan couldn't remember a time he felt relaxed around a woman. He was a handsome guy and the last thing a girl wants to do with a guy like him on a Saturday night is relax. He was never the boyfriend type, always the fling. Tristan caught himself staring Ana's delicate fingers that intertwined with his. His hands were so much tanner than her, of course his skin was tanner. Still, she was so pale against his skin, it was like she was a sparking diamond against his rough hands. Her skin was smooth and soft against his fingers, her nails equally delicate and trimmed.

"Yea, me too," He replied honestly. Sure, she probably was thinking about going out on a picnic for another time, but he was sick of being indoors. Tristan would go crazy from all the time cooped up in his room. It was more bearable with Ana beside him, but he was use to always being out and rarely being home. He needed to take Ana out on a date, a real date. Dresses, tuxedos, an elegant dinner. Or maybe he was just looking for an excuse to see Ana in a dress. She was so gorgeous, any dress would look stunning on her. Tristan and her made an attractive couple, and everyone could see it. Just by how they looked at them when they passed by. Ana would deny it, but she was beautiful to Tristan. Her hair, her eyes, her lips. Tristan could feel herself falling. His eyes traveled from their hands to her face. Her eyes closed, the sun shining on his pale skin with the shadow of the trees patterning her body. Tristan could see her chest rising and falling with every breath, her eyelids moving slightly as she laid down on the blanket. The way the blanket seemed dark against her pale skin. How her clothes hugged her skin. Her collarbone, and the shadow that it casted onto her skin. The color of her red hair shining in the light. Her soft features relaxed as the sunlight caressed her skin. Tristan's eyes snapped into focus when Ana said his name, he was completely unaware that he was staring. His eyes widened, a slight blush warmed his cheeks when he realized that he was staring at her, something that wasn't horribly noticeable with his tan skin but still there. This was one of the moments he thanked the gods he was tan and that his blush was easily hidden.

" Oh! I just- I didn't mean to-," Tristan's face felt warmer than before as he looked away. He was usually smoother than this, but at this particular moment he was at a loss for cool things to say. She just caught him staring at her, with that stupid love struck expression on his face nonetheless. Tristan never was the type to be super into a girl, but with Ana he couldn't help himself, he did it automatically. Sure, Ana wasn't the first girl he had been with, but she was definitely the most fun to be around. They could not talk and it was totally comfortable, not to mention their silence didn't involve sex. Tristan couldn't deny that he wanted it, but he also wanted it to be special with Ana. He didn't want it to be just another thing to do to pass the time, he wanted it to be special. When Ana was ready, Tristan wanted to plan the day to go perfectly, and wanted it to be a night that Ana would never ever forget for the best reasons possible. He wanted to take it slow and make it something that would last. Tristan had never been the type of guy who slipped in for a quick fuck and then left. He was a romantic at heart; he wanted it to be able to whisk her away and make her feel like she was the most special woman in the universe. And he was going to. Tristan was getting too use to easy women who didn't care for romance, and he was starting to miss having to actually seduce a girl and the thrill of putting in the effort. Even more, the feeling of absolute bliss and success, knowing that all that planning payed off. Letting out a sigh, Tristan chuckled to himself, shaking his head as he leaned down and kissed her gently, his lips only softly pressing against hers. " Sometimes I wonder how I got such a gorgeous girlfriend," Tristan said, kissing her again," I'm so damn lucky."