You and Tristan were childhood friends. You two weren’t the normal childhood friends who bickered with each other though.

You guys were the type to act shy around each other. Especially after he kissed you in the nurse’s office.

He was in love with you and wanted to start something. You were in love with him but you wanted to wait.

Your school sets up this system where you are paired with someone of the opposite gender and you are to love with them.

Sadly, you and Tristan weren’t paired up together. You had seen him once a while, but he was always with his roommate so it got a bit harder to talk to him.

That was until you found the courage to invite him to your house. He was at your house now. Each time you guys locked eyes, his eyes were filled with conflict.

You were overthinking. You didn’t know what that meant. Each time you brought up his roommate his face would change into guilt.

He was in love with you, but his roommate liked him. He didn’t want to get her hurt, but he didn’t want you to get hurt either.

You were walking with him to his house to drop him off.

“How’s things going with your roommate?” He asks.