A/N- Ok, so let's say Rory started at Chilton her sophomore year, and that everything with Romeo and Juliet happened during their Senior year, meaning Tristan hasn't left. Rory and Dean have broken up, he moved to Chicago, and Tristan and Rory have a semi- friendship, but it's more of like a truce. So Rory will be OOC throughout the story, so I'm sorry ifyou don't like howI made her less shy.Also, I know i rushed a little, butI really wanted the peom in the first chapter. I make a lot of eye refrences because that is one of the focuses of my story, but next chap i will try to not use as many.
Disclaimer- Gilmore Girls belongs to Amy Sherman-Paladino, and the poem belongs to me.
Windows
English Class, last hour-
"Class, for Monday, you are to write a poem, song, haiku, or any other expressive piece about someone. This someone can be anyone you know, and you may give names, or you may not." Miss Hamsing explained. "This is so that you really can look at that person's relationship with you and how you feel about them exactly. So have a nice weekend students!" she lamely finished.
So Rory headed out of Chilton and off to her grandparents house for the weekly Friday dinners. After finally getting Lorelei out the door, they arrived at the house in Hartford only 3 minutes late.
"Oh hello girls! Do hurry up, we have guests tonight!" Emily gushed as she opened the door.
"Hi Grandma!" Rory exclaimed.
"Hi mom. What happened to the nice women who used to open your door? She was so nice, I miss her," Lorelei wondered aloud, receiving an evil glare from the other two Gilmore Girls. "What, I was just stating that I liked her!"
"Oh here they are! Arthur, Clara, you remember Lorelei, and Rory, I do believe Tristan goes to school with you!" Emily looked quite pleased as she pushed Rory towards Tristan.
"Hello Tristan," Rory politely stated.
"Hey Rory," was all that came in response.
"Oh Rory, why don't you show Tristan our lovely gardens? The gardeners have been working so hard to make them look nice!" came Emily's quick idea. So out walked Rory and Tristan, with Lorelei making faces at Rory her whole way outside. "Really Lorelei, do try to act civil."
"So, this is the garden, and those are flowers," was the first thing Rory said once the pair reached the stone steps.
"Yeah, I guess so. Is this as awkward for you?" Tristan asked, actually sounding like he cared. His only response was a whole hearted laugh from Rory.
"Well then how about this," Rory started a few moments later. "We could play questions game to try to make it less awkward."
"Alright, but only if I get to go first," when silence filled his ears, Tristan decided to continue. "What is your least favorite thing about Friday dinners?"
"I like seeing my grandparents, but I really could do without my mom and grandmom having continuous WWIII's every single dinner." Rory automatically replied. "Why are you here tonight?" she quickly asked.
"That is a good question. I honestly don't know." When Rory shot him the 'I- really- don't- believe- you' look, he continued, "but I think it has to do with some business deal. What is your happiest childhood memory?" He wondered. She's got to have so many, and I really just want to know anything about her Tristan thought as he looked at her.
"Wow, that's a tough one. I have so many happy ones. It would have to be all of the time we spent in the gardening shed all rolled into one," Rory replied smiling. "What about you? What's your favorite memory?"
When she looked back at Tristan, she noticed a look on his face that she had never seen before. It was concentration, anger, and fear all rolled into one; his eyes clouded over with a grayish blue color. Tristan quietly moved over to the nearest bench and plopped himself down. He was still in deep thought, looking back on all of his childhood memories, trying to find one that could sound at least a little happy.
"I'm not really sure if I can find a very happy one," he supplied in a small voice. "I do have one memory, but for all I know it could have been a dream. I was about five years old, and my dad took me out to the park. He brought a baseball and we just had a catch for at least an hour. Then, when we got back to the house, he took out a photo album and showed me all of the pictures from when I was younger and from when he met my mom." He added on with a hopeful voice. His eyes were yet again changing, making a clearer, mystical blue color appear.
"Oh wow. So you were closer with your parents when you were younger?" came the meek voice beside him.
"I guess so. But then when I turned seven, everything seemed to change. My dad started working more, my mom had more social things to go to, and my house seemed empty, cold, lifeless. I started putting up a wall and I wouldn't really express myself as much, or at least that's what the maids told me," he replied with a sneer.
"I'm sorry to hear that Tristan. Um, I believe it's your question," Rory said sincerely.
"Oh, ok. So what is your favorite movie?" he was really just trying to lighten the mood at this point.
"Easy. Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory. What's your favorite Disney movie?" she smoothly answered.
"Uh, I'm not sure," Tristan said, straining to remember if he had actually seen one or not.
"Wow, did you really see that many of them?" Rory asked, amusement present in her voice.
"Um no, I don't really know if I saw one at all. I do faintly remember Robin Hood though," Tristan responded. When Rory turned to look at him, she was surprised to see sorrow in his usually crystal blue eyes.
"Well I'm going to change that. You will come over at some point for a movie marathon hosted my moi and my mom. Just remember, you bring coffee and you are a god in our house," Rory happily announced.
"Alright, it's deal." Tristan added.
Since there was a comfortable lull in the conversation, Rory decided to ask another question. "So do you get along with your parents now? And what about your grandparents?" When she noticed Tristan's jaw tighten and his eyes go dark, she added, "but if you don't want to talk about it, that's ok too."
"No, I guess it's better that you hear stuff like this from me instead of through the gossip. I really don't get along with my parents too well. You said it's WWIII when your mom and grandma are together, but imagine that times a million and your close to what it's like for me. I get along really well with my grandparents because they actually care about me. You know how your mom got away from society by having you? Well I wish I could be saved. My grandparents are the only ones who can really do that, well other than you now that you know more about me," Tristan said, with actually happiness in the last part, making his eyes swirl with a mix of love.
"Oh Tristan, I'm sure-" was the start of Rory's reply, but then her grandfather was on the balcony calling them inside for dinner. Rory just shot Tristan a sympathetic glance. Tristan offered her his arm and together they silently strolled back into the house.
All throughout dinner, glances were snuck at each other, but no more was really said to one another unless it involved school.
For Rory, Monday came way too fast. She actually enjoyed her weekend, well except for the part where Lorelei kept bugging Rory to find out what happened in the garden.
Monday afternoon at Chilton, last hour English-
"Ok class, I believe it is time to share our expressive pieces. Who would like to go first? Ah, ok John, you may start." Miss Hamsing chirped.
"Ok, this is called Ode to my Dog, Rover. Rover, Rover, you are so full of life. Rover, Rover, you bark with joy. Rover, Rover, with fur so long, Rover, Rover, I wrote you this song," John sang, in a tune quite childish. He received many cheers and laughs, and he triumphantly walked back to his seat with a smile in place.
"Ok. That was definetly different John, I will give you that. Who's next? Rory, how about you?" Miss Hamsing asked when she saw Rory' hand shoot up.
Rory silently walked up to the podium, took a deep breath and looked out at the class. She was looking everywhere, except at the one person she wrote about.
"This is a poem I wrote, called "Windows", about this person who I really thought I knew. I learned a lot from this person in a conversation I had with him, and he actually got me to change the way I feel about him," Rory began. Well there's no going back know. When you are done speaking he will obviously know exactly how you feel about him. Rory thought as she began to recite:
It happens when you look at me,
With just the trademark look,
But then your eyes, they say it all,
No words, just emotion.
Their depth, their fire,
Even when they are ice blue;
The love, the hate, the jealousy
Play right across your face.
You try hard to hide it all,
But no matter what, it's there.
With every glance it's just so hard
Not to get lost in your eyes.
You may not know how to say it, and that is OK,
For with every look I can see into your soul.
I can see the things you only want me to see
Like childhood memories and dreams,
And secrets that you wish to tell.
Even from across the room, table, or hall,
I can feel your gaze upon me.
I have to fight myself not to look at you
Because I am at risk
Of our gazes locking.
When your eyes lock with mine,
My heart melts,
My knees go weak,
Shivers shoot up and down my spine.
All of this from your eyes.
Then that smirk on your face,
It has no affect any more.
I've learned to see past it,
I've learned to see you,
Not the one who flirts and annoys,
But the real you.
The you who knows the pain of a human.
All of this is played to me,
Through the blue windows of your soul.
Wow, I did it. I finally said how I feel! Rory thought happily as she took in all the applause.
"Well done Rory! Very nice!" Miss Hamsing commented as she beamed at Rory. Rory just smiled and moved toward her seat, still avoiding Tristan's eyes.
A/N 2- well I'm ending it here for now. Tell me what you think so that I can know to continue or not! Please review!