~ Two ~

"I'm tired of being famous," Tristan stated, arms crossed and a pout on his full pink lips. I almost rolled my eyes but instead tossed him one of the two bags of crisps I was holding. I settled onto the couch next to him, crossing my legs and pulling open the bag. 

"Please elaborate," I popped a crisp into my mouth.

He sighed dramatically as he yanked his own crisp bag open. His pout was quite over done but now that I took a closer look at him, he definitely looked worn out. There was a hint of black bags under his eyes, the green crystals not as bright as usual, his cheeks weren't flushed like they were normally. I understood why, though. He didn't exactly have an easy job.

Saving Summer had been constantly either in the studio, doing interviews, in a concert, etc. They're time off had been limited, and the more I thought of it, this had been the only time I had really spent any time with him in the last month.

"Eh, getting judged all the time is annoying," Tristan grunted, before letting out a burp. "It's like I can't go out anymore without people crawling out of the woodwork, either critiquing what I'm doing or telling me what I need to do. Sometimes I just wonder what everything would be like if we had never sent in that demo to the recording studio.." 

"You wouldn't know me," I pointed out with a sly wink. A short bark of laughter left Tristan's mouth.

"True. It would be pretty sucky if I didn't know you." He grinned.

"Ew, dude, you have crisps in your teeth," I crinkled my nose in disgust. 

His tongue poked out and he tried quite adorably to get it out. He tried for a couple seconds before eventually giving up and using his fingernail. When I started laughing at him, he stuck his tongue out at me and crossed his eyes.

"Wow, attractive. You're definitely going to get a girlfriend making that face," I nodded with knowledge. Tristan immediately winked at me.

"I have millions of girls wanting to date me," he bragged, the twinkle in his eye was back.

"Oh, I thought you were tired of being famous?" I raised my eyebrows in amusement.

"Well, it definitely has it's perks. The girls is a pro," he winked cheekily at me which made me burst out into laughter. He smiled triumphantly when I laughed, as if proud of the fact that he could make me laugh. 

We spent a few more minutes messing around and teasing each other when his phone went off. He immediately groaned, pushed a button and pressed it to his ear. He muttered a few things before ending the call. "And one of the cons. I gotta stop by the studio. Gonna catch a ride with Marcus. You can chill here if you want. Oh, and James and Jordan are gonna head out to dinner tonight, they invited us."

"I love the fact that they all treat us like we're a couple," I joked light-heartedly, even though more than anything else, I wished we were a couple. "I think I'll stay here and mooch off your Netflix. I'm up for dinner. Text me when you're on your way back." 

"See you, T." Tristan grinned as he grabbed his keys and walked out of the room.

"See you, Tris." I replied quietly, even though he could no longer hear me.

~'~'~

"Do you ever wonder what we would be like if we hadn't met?" I questioned Tristan as we lazed around watching tv in his flat.

He chuckled his more thoughtful chuckle. 

Tristan has different types of laughs.

There's the laugh when really, all he's trying to do is distract you so he can think of a response to what you asked. He used it often when nervous or in interviews. It was deep, but drawn out.

He has his uncomfortable laugh. It's more hesitant, it's also a bit lower than all his other laughs. Used in awkward fangirl encounters. It was a series of short laughs, such as ha ha ha.

Then he had his 'Oh my gosh that's the funniest thing I've ever heard' laugh. That's the one he uses the most, because Tris thought everything was funny. With this laugh, he just tilts his head back and suddenly his laugh is ringing out all around you. It was definitely contagious. That laugh never held back. It'd be loud and surround you instantly.

My favorite, though, was his thoughtful chuckle. It meant he was actually thinking about what you said and was processing a response. He only used this one around his closest friends.

"Sometimes. I don't think I'd be as weird," Tristan commented, the left side of his mouth slightly higher than the right. It was his obvious telltale for teasing.

"I'm being serious here," I rolled my eyes as my arm slapped against his chest lightly. He laughed again.

"If I hadn't met you I wouldn't think crocs were weird and I would eat pancakes for breakfast."

"Pancakes aren't meant for breakfast, though! They're for dinner!" I countered.

"See? You're weird," Tris was trying to fight back a grin, but it wasn't working too well.

"Says the guy who has to have orange juice every single morning." I argued.

"Don't turn this on me. You put ketchup on your pizza," Tristan fake gagged and I stuck my tongue out at him.

"You always tie your left shoe before your right. That's weird."

"You have serious issues about cleaning bathrooms."

"You chew with your mouth open."

"You watch CSI before you go to bed. That's just creepy."

"You don't know that hampers are meant for your dirty socks." 

A pause.

"I think we're equally weird, to be honest," he said thoughtfully.

"True. But I mean, if I didn't know you, I wouldn't be as social. Plus I wouldn't drink tea so much. And I would never have even thought about pursuing my dream of becoming a writer. It's kind of strange how just one person can affect your life so much." When I really thought about it, a lot of the decisions I made were made with Tristan right beside me. He was that guiding voice helping and reassuring me.

"I probably wouldn't be as grounded without you throwing trash in my face," Tristan agreed. "Plus it's nice that I know I can depend on you whenever I'm in London."

"Which is slowly becoming less and less," I pouted before flicking a popcorn kernel at his face. He gasped as it hit his nose.

"This means war," Tristan declared loudly, grabbing a handful of kernels and flicking it into my face. I, of course, retaliated with two fistfuls of popcorn.