Don't ask me where this came from; I don't even know. I am so a Rory/Jess
person, but this kinda just popped out. It's not one of my best, but it had
to get out of my head. Has anyone else noticed my deeply repressed
obsession with letter-writing? Weird, huh?
Anyway, in this fic, Tristan writes a letter to Rory from military school. It's very short and there most likely won't be a next chapter, but let me know what you think anyway.
**Disclaimer: I own a Discman, a shelf full of books, and this laptop. I don't own anything related to this show. And even if you did sue me, all you're getting is the Discman and the books because there's no way in hell you're getting my laptop. Ha ha!**
A Not-So-Secret Admirer
By Angel Monroe
Dear Rory,
I'm sure you've gone on with your life and probably haven't thought of me since I left. Still, I had to write this. I had to let you know how I feel and why I did the things I did.
I think you probably figured out before I left that I have a thing for you. I didn't try to hide it. Hell, I kissed you. I acted out every time you mentioned your boyfriend. If those aren't clues, I don't know what is. The point is, every time I did something stupid, you would try to talk sense into me, and that's exactly why I did those stupid things. You took me under your wing and that's my favorite place to be. At least that way, you were still talking to me.
I know I acted like a complete jerk to you half the time. Hell, let's not kid ourselves. I acted like a jerk all the time. I also know that I was stupid and pigheaded and selfish, but I didn't know what else to do. I'm sorry, okay? I grew up a spoiled rich kid; what else do you expect? I expected to win you over with my amazing good looks and arrogant charm. When that didn't work, I resorted to petty theft. Is that so wrong?
God, I don't even know why I'm telling you this. I'm in the middle of nowhere and will probably never see you again. But the hope of seeing you again kinda makes life bearable. When I lay down at night, I imagine that you still think of me, and that gets me through until the next day. I just don't know where I'd be if I lost that hope.
The entire point of this letter is to let you know that you are an amazing person. You're smart, funny, incredible cute, and you have that innocent charm about you that literally drove me over the edge. You have so much going for you, and I can't imagine what this world would be without you. You are truly a gift from God, and I hope you end up with someone much more deserving than I (just not that Dean guy. He really doesn't deserve you).
I'll be thinking of you.
Your not-so-secret admirer,
Tristan
**So, what'd you guys think? Again, I know it wasn't one of my best, but please be gentle. Don't stone me to death or anything. Thanks everyone.**
Anyway, in this fic, Tristan writes a letter to Rory from military school. It's very short and there most likely won't be a next chapter, but let me know what you think anyway.
**Disclaimer: I own a Discman, a shelf full of books, and this laptop. I don't own anything related to this show. And even if you did sue me, all you're getting is the Discman and the books because there's no way in hell you're getting my laptop. Ha ha!**
A Not-So-Secret Admirer
By Angel Monroe
Dear Rory,
I'm sure you've gone on with your life and probably haven't thought of me since I left. Still, I had to write this. I had to let you know how I feel and why I did the things I did.
I think you probably figured out before I left that I have a thing for you. I didn't try to hide it. Hell, I kissed you. I acted out every time you mentioned your boyfriend. If those aren't clues, I don't know what is. The point is, every time I did something stupid, you would try to talk sense into me, and that's exactly why I did those stupid things. You took me under your wing and that's my favorite place to be. At least that way, you were still talking to me.
I know I acted like a complete jerk to you half the time. Hell, let's not kid ourselves. I acted like a jerk all the time. I also know that I was stupid and pigheaded and selfish, but I didn't know what else to do. I'm sorry, okay? I grew up a spoiled rich kid; what else do you expect? I expected to win you over with my amazing good looks and arrogant charm. When that didn't work, I resorted to petty theft. Is that so wrong?
God, I don't even know why I'm telling you this. I'm in the middle of nowhere and will probably never see you again. But the hope of seeing you again kinda makes life bearable. When I lay down at night, I imagine that you still think of me, and that gets me through until the next day. I just don't know where I'd be if I lost that hope.
The entire point of this letter is to let you know that you are an amazing person. You're smart, funny, incredible cute, and you have that innocent charm about you that literally drove me over the edge. You have so much going for you, and I can't imagine what this world would be without you. You are truly a gift from God, and I hope you end up with someone much more deserving than I (just not that Dean guy. He really doesn't deserve you).
I'll be thinking of you.
Your not-so-secret admirer,
Tristan
**So, what'd you guys think? Again, I know it wasn't one of my best, but please be gentle. Don't stone me to death or anything. Thanks everyone.**