"Good." Beaming once again, Tristan added, "I’m glad you enjoyed it. I did too, and I’m sure we’ll both look back on it as a fond high school memory." After making sure that she entered the car, he closed the door and hurried to the driver’s side, sliding in behind the steering wheel and starting up the engine.
He grinned at her affirmative response, rather excited at the thought of spending the rest of the evening with her. Between both of their busy schedules and hectic lives, Tristan rather missed simply talking to Beth and spending time with her. It was his fault, he knew, for being something acutely near to a social hermit recently and refusing to leave the hospital with the exception of necessities and short escapes to the gym. And he felt horrible about that- immensely so- and if not for her texting him about Winter Formal, he probably wouldn’t have even gone. Whether Beth realized it or not, she pushed him to become a better person, and he was immensely grateful for that. I’ll do better by her, Tristan silently vowed, I can’t just be her best friend in title. Remember who matters in your life, He reminded himself. With what happened recently, you should be treasuring those people even more. Unconsciously, he reached over the console between them, threading the fingers of his free hand between hers.
Beth’s familiar voice brought him back to Earth, and he inwardly berated himself for not paying more attention to both the road and the absolutely lovely girl beside him. Tristan desperately ran through what she had asked him in his head, not wanting to seem stupid or distant. “Oh, Loni?” He started, relieved that he knew the answer to her question. “She’s a friend- nice girl, very musically talented.” She seemed slightly troubled and a bit distracted- he didn’t think it was anything too serious, judging by her facial expressions and what body language Tristan had managed to catch, but he was still concerned. Rubbing his thumb over the back of her hand soothingly, he hoped the simple gesture would calm her down like it normally did.
Soon, the sports car was pulling into the elaborate, elongated driveway of the Harvard mansion. Deciding to park outside for tonight, Tristan eased the vehicle to a full stop, before exiting the driver’s side and walking around the car to open the door for Beth. He sauntered over to the back entrance, careful to stay quiet as he slid his house key into the lock and guided the door open. His younger siblings were definitely asleep, and the last thing he wanted to do was to wake them. Leading the way up one of the circular staircases, Tristan tread lightly up the steps and padded down the path he was more than acquainted with that led to one of the two master bedrooms- in other words, his. Once they had entered his bedroom, shut the door behind them, and turned on the lights, Tristan made his way over to the large dresser pushed up against one wall. Removing a pair of comfortable athletic shorts (his sweatpants were much too long for her, he already knew), a lacrosse practice t-shirt that read HARVARD in large print letters on the back, and the warmest sweatshirt he owned, Tristan offered all three articles of clothing to her. “You can change into these in the bathroom, if you’d like,” He told her, dropping a kiss on her forehead. “I’m sure you’d like something comfortable to wear, and I can’t have you freezing to death, can I?” Grinning at her reassuringly, he began to loosen his black bowtie and shed his tuxedo jacket. “I’ll change out here.”
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