"I fucking hate this house." Eloise mumbled as she closed her bedroom door walking over to her desk to start her homework. Before she started completely involving herself in her work, she changed into a green skin tight shirt and loose shorts that hung at her hips.
Eloise went on studying for three hours or so before hearing a car engine sputter until there was no sound. She opened her balcony doors and without realizing she smiled at seeing him come in sweatpants and an undershirt with his backpack on, she walked closer to the railing and slightly yelled, "I didn't expect you to actually come, Dugray."
"I wouldn't lie to you, Irvine." he smiled as he began to climb the tree that led right to her balcony. It was truly the easiest way to sneak out and get people in.
Dugray was finally at the top, throwing his backpack over the railing and balancing on the somewhat thick tree branch then jumping over the railing to stand right in front of her. She picked his backpack up and he looked at her amazed. Eloise always looked pretty, but today, with the moon slightly showing its affection for Eloise, she was glowing. Her makeup was off and it revealed her bare clear face, and even without makeup, she'd take the world's breath away.
"You look pretty." Tristan blurted out, his hands in his sweatpant's pocket. Eloise looked from the backpack to him and felt her cheeks flush, "Thank you, you don't look too bad yourself." She quickly turned around and sat on the carpet right beside her bed, opening his backpack, laying out the studying materials.
He slid his body close to hers, filling any space that was there and watched as she opened his notebook.
"Where are your notes?" Eloise questioned, looking at the few pages with sloppy handwriting and not much written anyways.
"You're looking at them." Tristan said while pulling Eloise's notebook to himself, opening it and gasping at how she had taken every word down the teacher had said. Eloise rolled her eyes and put her body opposite to his, reaching for her spare notebook. "This has my cleanest handwriting and work in it, you can have it." Eloise said, handing to him.
Tristan grinned, taking the notebook from her and examining her as she studied his handwriting to try to decode what he said.
Eloise noticed Tristan's intense stare and looked up at him, "The Shakespeare thing is not on me." Tristan laughed and sat closer to her, "So what are we gonna cover?" Eloise opened all the books in front of her to certain pages and said, looking at him, their faces inches away, "Everything."
Tristan's eyes flickered to Eloise's lips at their closeness and looked away as soon as Eloise noticed and visibly seemed uncomfortable. Eloise wasn't really uncomfortable, she just didn't want to catch feelings for him more.
Tristan is a great guy, honest to God, but he's also a woman hopper and Eloise knew from the girls he had talked of. Tristan sat up straighter and looked into Eloise's eyes noticing redness, she looked exhausted, she seemed overwhelmed.
"You okay, El?" Tristan asked which caught Eloise off guard, as seen by the expression her face changed to.
She looked at him with offense and replied, "Swell actually, why ask?"
Tristan pulled her into an embrace, he knew she wasn't okay, and his intention was not to pry and make her cry, just to comfort her. Eloise had always been fine. If Eloise broke every bone in her body and you asked her how she was, she would reply fine or swell. She was never one to voice her emotions and it showed, because when she broke down, she broke down entirely and utterly.
Eloise never realized how badly she needed this hug. She let it be until they both got up.
Eloise turned to the books and Tristan followed. His gaze, every now and then, brushing over Eloise's figure. They began to study, both cracking jokes every once in a while.
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After what seemed like eternity, Eloise finally went over everything with Tristan. She glanced over to her alarm to see it was 12:54 A.M.
Tristan was half asleep, almost falling onto the notebooks every ten seconds. Eloise tapped his shoulder and he got up with a big gasp. "We are done?" he asked, rubbing his eyes and letting out an attractive groan. Eloise nodded, closing all of the study material in front of them and she looked out her balcony to see heavy rain. Tristan turned to meet her gaze and smirked at the circumstances.
"Can I stay here tonight?" Tristan asked, as Eloise got up and put her books back into her backpack. Eloise groaned and replied, "Fine, but you sleep on the floor or in a guest room."
Tristan scoffed, outraged, and replied, "Why can't I sleep on your bed?" Eloise moved her backpack closer to her door and replied, "Because I'm gonna be on my bed?" Tristan stood up, walking closer to her slowly and replied, "So?"
Eloise turned around to see him hovering over her.
"It's not like I'm going to do anything, please?"
Eloise rolled her bed and kneeled on her king sized bed. She put a couple of pillows down the center and looked at him. "You sleep on that half," she pointed to the other side, "and I sleep on this side." Eloise got off the bed and opened her bathroom door, her satin pajamas folded nicely on her sink, and her towel in her hand now. "I'll get you a toothbrush after I'm done in the shower."
He nodded and watched her close the door. Tristan walked to Eloise's dresser and opened the drawer Eloise left for him since they both frequently visited each other's houses. He pulled out what he needed and looked at library for 30 minutes or so.
She came out, the satin top sitting amazingly on her body, and her pants sitting on her hips revealing some of her torso. Her hair, wet and her face moist from whatever moisturizer she put on her face. Tristan felt his face flush. He got up quickly to avoid her gaze and headed to the bathroom with a hurried, "I have my toothbrush, I'm gonna shower now."
He closed the door and looked in the mirror to see his cheeks red. Eloise smiled and braided her hair before laying down.
She was thinking.
It was not rare for Eloise to be caught up in her thoughts, it was actually rare for Eloise to not be thinking. She was thinking about life, thinking about the world, thinking about what she would learn about the next day, when their next test was, there was always something to think about. Eloise just thought more than usual. Ten minutes go by, and Tristan walks out. His flannel pajama pants hanging low, and his upper body showing. Eloise felt her face flush as she looked up at him and Tristan ran to put his towel away to be next to her. He strolled excited like a kid going into a candy store and laid down next to her.
He turned his body into her and he smiled as she mirrored him to both be facing each other.
"What do you think about the future?" Eloise asked. Tristan shrugged and said, "I'm not sure, but hopefully we can make pigs fly, because that would be cool." Eloise giggled at this and Tristan joined in. Eloise then piped in, her voice soft and tired, "It's almost my birthday."
"I already have what I want for you." Tristan said. Eloise's expressions were now very limited, her blinking was slower, "I hope we stay around each other forever."
"I hope so too, Irvine," Tristan said his voice gentle, by now Eloise was asleep but he still continued, "I really hope we do." He covered Eloise, planted a kiss on her forehead, and closed his eyes, letting his mind trail off to sleep.
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