"I'm taking you out tomorrow" Tristan laughs through the phone and I narrow my eyebrows, "but don't we have dinner tomorrow?" I ask and he chuckles. "What?" I question, starting to laugh along with him. "Well I thought it would be an easy way to get out of dinner if we told them we were going on a date" he announced and my mouth falls agape. "A- a date?" I ask confused, "you don't have to, I just thought it would be nice to get out of the business talks" he whispered in a soft tone. I smiled to myself at his words. Maybe skipping dinner isn't so bad, I mean, I've been complaining about dinner for weeks now, so it would be nice to get out of it for once...

I was sitting at the dining table with my parents and my mother asks, "so how is Tristan?" I feel like he's the only thing we ever talk about anymore... "he's great, I- uh I actually have to talk to you about tomorrow" I utter and she raises her brow, "what might we discuss?" She questions me, as she brings her spoon to her mouth, taking a spoonful of soup. "Tristan asked if it would be okay for us to miss tomorrow night and actually go on a...date" I pause between the last two words, I'm unsure of how they're gonna react, "that's a wonderful idea" my father smiles, and nodding in agreement. Well that was easier than expected.

"You look beautiful" I whisper to myself as I look in the mirror... though I'd never believe it. Mother says that if I do this at least once a day, I'll eventually believe it. Though I know it's not true, I've been saying it for as long as I can remember. And today I was going on a date. Not an official date. But a date of some sorts.

"You do look beautiful" a voice comes from my door, scaring me half to death. I scream a little. And turn around to find none other than Tristan. I try catching my breath back, "h-how did you get in and why are you here so early" I speak so fast I almost can't hear myself. I also completely ignored the fact that Tristan called me beautiful. "Your mom let me in" he chuckles taking a step in my room, "I assume you're ready to go?" He asks and I nod shyly. There's moments with Tristan where it feels like time stops... "where are we going?" I ask curiously as we begin to walk downstairs. "It's a surprise" he winks at me and my mother meets us at the bottom "you too look just perfect" she gushes over her idea of a 'perfect' looking relationship. Nonetheless we both smile at her with civility.

"So you haven't thanked me yet." Tristan says out of the blue which makes me raise my eyebrows. He sighs. "For getting us out of another dinner" he implies and I hum, "well in that case, thank you." I state smiling sheepishly and he shakes his head, chuckling. "You haven't told me where we're going" I say to him and he stops for a minute. "Well I just thought we could walk around, it's nothing special or cliche like going to the movies or playing mini golf" I laugh at his statement which causes him to break out as-well. "So we're just walking around?" I ask and he nods "basically..."

"Ice cream!" I shout as I see a random ice cream truck parked outside a gas station. "You know what, ice cream does sound pretty good right now" he says, and I start running up to it, "hey wait up!" He shouts back and starts to follow me, though I have to admit. He's not as fast as I am...

We decided to take a detour and walk along the river side. "It's really very pretty out here when there's no one around." I say out loud. And then turn to him. He's staring at the starts that lay in the sky. "It is isn't it" he admires the view and we come across a bench. "Wanna sit?" I ask and he goes along with it, we both sit on the bench, it's a bit cold though. I take a deep breath. "This was better than dinner" I admit and his eyes widen as I look over to him. "Did I hear Alizeh say that, hanging out with me was better than dinner?" I nudge him at the remark he just made. Almost knocking him off the bench on accident. I grab his shoulder and pull him back, scared for him incase he did fall. It's just a reflex. "Sorry" I whisper as I realise that our faces are mere inches away from each other. I cough and let go of his shoulder.

"You know, this might actually be better than the calls too." I admit again, chuckling to myself as I think about the fact I'm actually enjoying his company for once. When he's not in school, he can be really sweet. "Yeah, the calls... those are rough" he screeches at the end, making me laugh again. "Tristan." I say, looking up at him. There was something I really wanted to understand about him, and I figured this was the best chance I'd get at a straight answer.

"Yeah?" He asks, making eye contact with me, I gulp before saying, "why do you act how you do in school, like with all the girls..." that was probably to forward, I notice a shift in his eyes and then he finally sighs, and takes a breath, breaking the eye contact and just looking at the river. I follow his gaze. "I guess I like how it feels to have someone actually care about me, my parents only really care about the business and sometimes I feel it's the only thing I was born for. My future isn't with some family business, but they don't care what I want. The reason why I've had so many relationships, is because I like to feel loved, and my parents don't make me feel like that..."