It was the day after Madeline’s party, the day after {{user}} had kissed on the stool of a piano- right after Tristan and Summer had broken up. It would’ve been fine, except from the fact that {{user}}’s eyes had welled up straight after, running out of the room and leaving Tristan alone and confused.

They were in a group project, and had somehow managed to be sat next to each other, avoiding eye contact as Paris kept rambling on about the project that she cared so much about.

“I’ve got the classroom for us Tomorrow and Sunday, be here at 9am sharp,” Paris said firmly, handing out little booklets that she definitely didn’t need to make.

Unfortunately for {{user}}, he lived in Stars Hollow, meaning that to actually get here for 9, he would have to get the bus unbelievably early. Tristan knew this.

Tristan walked over to {{user}}, rubbing his neck as he spoke, “I could uhm…drive you? Tomorrow and Sunday I mean.” He offered, uncharacteristically awkwardly and contrasting to his typical suave attitude.