𝐦𝐲 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧 **𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧 𝐝𝐮𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐲 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫**

rory's birthday

The day finished and Tristan waited outside, knowing Eloise would leave right through the entrance door. 

Eloise finally walked out and caught sight of Tristan, who had a smile creep onto his face as he saw hers. "Why are you so happy?", Eloise asked, as Tristan took her slinged backpack from her, and put an arm over her.

"Oh, you know, how we are going to be going to Rory's party," Tristan said walking on. Eloise stopped and Tristan stopped in front of her. 

"I'm not going, I don't even recall an invitation, I have things to do today," her eyes wondered as she talked, and she looked about ready to just run away. Tristan put his hands on her shoulders, causing her to look at him, and said, "Well you're my plus one then."

Eloise rolled her eyes at this but Tristan just put his arm around her shoulder and said, "I promise you won't regret it, anyways, you have to come to my place, I have something for you there. " 

Eloise looked up at him as they continued to walk and said, "You didn't get me a dress, did you?"

Tristan let out a small smile and Eloise said, smiling through, "Tristan, I'd have to be overflowing with all the dresses you give me, you didn't have to."

"Well that just means you have to come then," Tristan said, shrugging it off until they reached his car. 

The car rides with Tristan were never a bore, he had his music playing and his head bopping up and down. He kept glancing at Eloise, as she was glancing at him. Eloise let her eyes rest on him, he was gorgeous, everything about him,

The kiss.

She shivered at the thought and looked forward, Tristan must have noticed it, because his hand came to rest on her thigh. He gave her a little squeeze, and Eloise rested her hand on top of his, hers somewhat cupping his. They finally reached his house and he opened the door. Eloise noticed that the floors had a little paint on them, and Eloise said, "You never showed me that painting."

"It's not meant to be shown, more so meant to be a memory, very personal to me," Tristan said while following her up the stairs to his room. Eloise opened the door and saw the dress, lying on the bed alongside his tux. Eloise scrambled over to it to see his button-down shirt matched the dress color, and she looked back to smile at him, saying, "They match."

"Well you couldn't be my plus one if we didn't look better than the rest, especially because of your poor taste in fashion," Tristan jokingly said, his shoulders shrugging and his hands flicking away at her uniform. Eloise winced at the comment and laughed causing Tristan to laugh as well. Tristan walked over to the bed standing right in front of her, and grabbed past her for his tux, their bodies practically on top of each other. Eloise watched as his eyes stayed looking at hers until he was fully up, and then he walked to the bathroom. 

Eloise stared at the bathroom door and then looked down at the dress. She took off her uniform and pulled the dress over her figure which hugged her body nicely. She tried zipping her dress up but she couldn't quite zip up the top. Tristan stepped out of the bathroom, looking at the short dress on her. 

"You look nice, E," he said with a smirk, he walked over to behind her and finished zipping her dress up the rest of the way. Eloise smiled at his cold fingers on her back and she started for the stairs, Tristan following behind her. 

"Okay, we have to leave now if we wanna get there," Tristan said, and Eloise replied back with, "You're excited about it?" 

"I mean, who's not excited when they hear about parties?", Tristan said as he opened the door for Eloise to get out of the house first. 

"I mean you aren't wrong," Eloise said, smiling as she walked over to his car, both opening the door and getting in. 

The car ride wasn't silent but again a feeling of such intensity, Eloise moved her focus onto his hands on the stirring wheel, then down to his tapping fingers, then onto his face, then onto his chest, and finally her gaze went forward. 

"We're here," Tristan said, catching a glimpse of Eloise's solemn face. "I have eyes, I see that we are here," she said, her voice serious.

"Be nice to her, okay?", Tristan said, giving her a slight nudge as they both left the car.

Eloise held her dress down as she started walking up the driveway, "I never would act otherwise." Tristan knocked on the door as he smiled at Eloise's face and the door opened for them to both see Rory standing right in front of them. 

"Oh, coming to greet me?" Tristan said looking at an annoyed Gilmore. "Hello Tristan, hello Eloise," Rory said. Eloise replied with a solemn, "Hello Gilmore."

"So where's my birthday kiss?" Tristan said, putting his right cheek forward, his hands in his pockets. Rory looked at him and replied, "It's my  birthday."

Tristan stepped forward and said, "So, I'll give you a birthday kiss." Eloise rolled her eyes at this and watched as Gilmore said, "What is wrong with you?"

Tristan removed his hands from his pockets and said, "I got to tell you something. I'm madly in love with you." Eloise scoffed at this and walked forward to talk to Paris. 

Eloise saw Paris glance over her shoulder a few times but she didn't mind. "I want to go home but I have no ride back," Eloise said, taking a drink as a man with a tray passed by. 

Paris smiled at her and said, "I do too." Eloise looked back to see Rory walking away and Tristan yelling something at her. He looked at Eloise and grabbed onto her inner arm as he passed the doorway Eloise was in and pulled her into a small room with a piano. 

"You can play something in here if it would make up for me making you come," Tristan said.

"How did you know there was a piano here?", Eloise asked, her eyes narrowed. 

"My grandfather knew Rory's grandfather very well, so I know a couple of places here," Tristan said with a smile then continued, "it's the least I can do for you." Eloise looked at the piano and smiled, grazing the lid. 

She sat down and began to play a tune, a catchy one, one that even Tristan knew, one that Tristan knew all too well.