A/N: Hello readers! So this is the final chapter of this fic. It took me a little while to figure out how I wanted it to end, but I really like the way I did it. And I hope you guys enjoy this too. Special thanks to DawnSister who is amazing and may or may not be as in love with Zanstan as I am. ;)


Zander stirred and rolled onto his back, stretching and opening his eyes.

And looking straight into the green eyes of his crush.

"Do you realize how cute you are when you're sleeping?" Tristan inquired, one corner of his mouth turned up. His chin was resting in his hand, the fingers on his free hand ghosting up Zander's side.

Zander blushed hard and bolted upright. "Oh shit! Ah…I-I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to fall asleep on you. Dammit, this is embarrassing." Zander kept his back turned to Tristan and ran his fingers through his jet-black locks.

Tristan put his hand on Zander's shoulder, moving so that he was sitting almost directly behind him, and rested his chin on Zander's shoulder. "Hey," he said softly, his suddenly deep voice and his closeness making Zander's heart race behind his rib cage. Zander almost wanted to close his eyes and melt back into Tristan's embrace.

Keyword: almost.

If it was possible for Zander's cheeks to get any redder, they would've.

Zander hopped up from the couch, his back still turned away from Tristan. "Well…the movie is over, so I guess you want to leave now."

"It's only nine-thirty—I could stay a bit longer. Are you trying to get rid of me?"

"No!" Zander blurted out, whipping around to face his crush. Tristan smiled and stood up. "I-I mean, why would I be?"

"I don't know." Tristan shrugged. "So what do you want to do?"


Tristan held his one UNO card in his hand, his poker face unreadable. There was a green seven currently down and Zander glanced at his hand nervously. He had a red seven that he could use to change the color, and he also had a regular color change card. There was a 75% chance that he changed the color to the one color that Tristan didn't have.

Zander's eyes flickered up to look at Tristan, who winked when they locked eyes, making Zander blush and look back at his cards. As Tristan chuckled, Zander hesitantly pulled the color change card out of his hand and put it on the pile.

"The color is…" He paused, watching Tristan's face for some sort of clue.

He didn't give away anything. Damn his poker face was good.

"Blue..?" It came out more like a question than a statement. Tristan stayed still for a moment, leading his crush to believe that he had picked one of the colors that Tristan didn't have.

But then Tristan put down a color change draw four card. "Uno out," he said, cocking his head a bit and grinning at Zander.

Zander groaned. "Oh fuck you!" He tossed the remainder of his cards in the air and folded his arms across his chest as the cards fluttered back down to the floor. Tristan laughed and leaned back on his arms.

"We can play another round if you want—I mean, if you're not yet tired of getting beaten."

"I hate you," Zander grumbled, his eyebrows pinned together as he frowned.

Tristan shook his head, continuing to smile. "Nah. You don't hate me."

"Yeah, you're right," Zander mumbled, so softly that Tristan almost didn't hear him.

Keyword: almost.

"Hey Zan," Tristan said softly, and immediately Zander's heartbeat sped up. Tristan's voice in general had this insane effect on him, but when he used his nickname…fuck. Zander thought his heart might explode.

"Yeah?" Zander unfolded his arms and looked at Tristan curiously. His crush's green eyes were sparkling, and a corner of his mouth was turned up slightly.

"Want to go for a walk?" Zander's eyes flickered up to the clock on his cable box.

"You want to go for a walk at nearly 10:30 at night?"

"Don't worry. If anyone tries to jump you, I'll kick their ass." Zander pressed his lips together, contemplating for a moment, and then nodded.

"Alright. Let's go."


Zander sat down on the swing set and Tristan joined him, sitting on the swing beside him. They had walked to the community park in Zander's neighborhood, the walk there being quiet, but comfortably so. It was dark except for a street lamp on each end of the playground. Tristan kept his feet firmly planted in the mulch beneath the swings, but Zander, who was still a kid at heart, swung a bit, enjoying the light breeze.

"So Zan, I wanted to ask you something." Zander almost slammed his feet deep into the mulch in surprise. Ask him something like what?

"Sure, go ahead," Zander replied, trying to keep his voice even.

"I was just wondering…have you had a long-term relationship before?" Zander's mouth fell open a bit—he sure wasn't expecting that. Tristan glanced over at him to see his shocked expression. "You don't have to answer it if you don't want to," he quickly added, and for the first time, Zander noticed the slightest color slip into Tristan's cheeks.

Zander took a deep breath before speaking. "Yeah, I have. His name was Alan. He was bisexual, like you, and I started dating him almost mid-way through sophomore year. I fell hard—really hard—for him. Things were going great. No, more than great—everything was perfect. But you know, nothing is ever as perfect as it seems."

Tristan listened carefully, his eyes trained on Zander's face as Zander stared off into the darkness. "You don't have to tell me this Zan…"

"I dated him up until the end of the year. One Friday afternoon, I went to his house to surprise him with a random gift, and I found him making out with some random brunette. Who happened to be a girl." Zander let out a bitter chuckle. "I was devastated that my boyfriend had cheated on me with a girl. Because of that bastard and his cheating ass, my summer sucked. But right as school was about to start again, I realized that I wasn't going to let what happened with him ruin my life, you know? I deserve better."

"You do." Tristan said quietly, and Zander blinked a few times, his eyes settling on his crush. "You do deserve better." Tristan got up from his swing and stood in front of Zander, whose feet were planted firmly into the mulch as he was standing almost upright. Zander's hands were gripping the swing's chains, and Tristan covered his hands with his own.

"T-Tristan?" Tristan leaned forward, his lips barely brushing against Zander's cheek before they stopped at his ear. Zander swallowed hard, his eyes closed, as Tristan spoke.

"If I had been your boyfriend, I would have never wronged you like that." Tristan's breath was warm on his ear, their chests almost pressed together now.

"Really?" Zander squeaked, letting out a shaky breath. Tristan lingered for a moment longer before pulling back and turning around.

"We should probably go back." He said, stuffing his hands into his pockets. Zander gulped down a breath, trying to calm his erratic heartbeat, and nodded, walking ahead.


What the hell was that all about?

As soon as Zander had woken up that morning, he remembered the events of last night. And of course, he remembered how amazing Tristan's body felt so close to his.

There's no way he'd do something like that and not have feelings for him, right?

Maybe it would be better for him to just give up. Things with Alan started the same exact way and look at how they ended up. Zander didn't really need a boyfriend to live his life—heck, no one needs a significant other—but it would be nice to have one.

Zander decided to contemplate this more on a full stomach, so he padded down the stairs in his black pajama pants and white socks.

As he was about to head into the kitchen, he heard a knock at the door, which surprised him since it was only 9:30 in the morning. Confused, he continued down the hallway and opened it…

To see Tristan standing on the other side.

"Tristan? What are you doing here?" Tristan didn't respond. Instead, he grabbed Zander's wrist, tugging him forward and pressing his lips to his.

Zander's eyes went wide as Tristan's arms circled around his waist and pulled him closer, his hands poised on Zander's lower back. Tristan's lips were soft, slightly chapped, and tasted sort of like maple syrup.

Tristan pulled back slowly and rested his forehead against Zander's, his lips pulled into a soft smile. "Remember last night how I said I'd never wrong you?" Zander simply nodded since apparently with the kiss, he had lost his ability to speak. "I'm hoping that you would give me a chance to prove that."

Tristan's arms were still linked around Zander's waist and Zander came to realize that his hands were pressed to Tristan's chest—which felt very firm and muscular.

"I…I…" Zander stuttered, unable to get the words he needed out of his mouth. He saw a look of hesitation briefly flash through Tristan's eyes, which somehow gave him the courage to speak.

"I was wondering when you would ask."

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