A Kiss, a blush, a Smirk, a Love
Part 1
By Leela Email: farmerjohn7@hotmail.com Summary: This is an answer to a challenge. Set just after Rory and Tristan's kiss at Madeline's party. Rory is torn between her feelings for both boys. Pairing: R/T Rating: PG 13, I guess Author's note: This is my first attempt at writing a fan fic. Please review and tell me how I'm doing and if I should continue. Any helpful advice is also most welcome! (
"End of story. So what do you think?"
"Ok Lane, just clarify something for me", Rory said turning to her friend, "I thought you didn't want to see Henry because he was exactly the type of 'suitor' your mum would set you up with in the hopes of arranging your dreaded marriage?"
"I know, but he's a really great guy.and he is sooo cute!"
"But."
"I know, I already thought about getting my head examined."
"Glad to hear it, but." Rory's voice trailed of as her gaze fell upon the body that was all too familiar to her.
"Let's go", Rory said quickly getting up and pulling her friend down the street in the opposite direction of dean.
"Rory!" Lane exclaimed in surprise, "Why are we walking so fast.where are we going?" Lane said through puffs. She looked over her shoulder to see a saddened Dean watching them make their speedy exit. Lane planted her feet firmly on the ground causing Rory to come to an abrupt stop. "Why do you keep running from him?" Lane asked seriously.
"Running? Running from who?" Rory said as innocently as she could.
"Dean, who else?"
"I'm not running from him" replied Rory as she began to walk away.
Lane grabbed her elbow, spinning Rory around to face her, "Rory that is the third time you have escaped a confrontation with Dean. I know you still have feelings for him, and he is sure as hell head over heals for you. Why can't you just talk to him?"
"Because.'cause.I'm just not ready." Rory said, a note of finality in her voice.
"Fine", Lane shrugged, "I have to get home. Tell me later what you think about my plan."
Rory watched her friend walk away, as she too headed home, thoughts clouding her mind. Why couldn't she talk to Dean? It's not like she didn't want to ever speak to him again. And Lane was right, she still had feelings for him.what was stopping her?
Thoughts of Dean swam around in Rory's head all the way home. She flung herself on her bed, finally falling into a deep, but restless sleep.
Next day, Chilton
Rory stood in the busy Chilton hall, students bustling around her. She cursed the obstinate locker. With all the money Chilton got thanks to the overpriced education fee, they still couldn't get decent lockers that actually opened. Rory silently declared this was the worst morning of her life. She had awoken to the terrified screams of Lorelai. No coffee. It was a Gilmore Girls worst nightmare come true. Their supply had dwindled to nothing as both had argued over whose fault it was. Rory cursed her mother again. Not only had she forgotten to buy coffee, she had made her late, meaning she hadn't even had time to a buy a coffee from Luke's, leaving her coffee-less - not a good state to be in if you were a Gilmore.
Frustrated, Rory slammed her fist into the locker door, watching in amazement as the irritating door popped open. She rubbed the pain away from her knuckles as she grabbed the books she would need for her first class. A familiar form came to stand next to her. Paris. Rory preyed she'd be in a good mood.
"So" said Paris expectantly.
"So?"
"Did anything interesting happen at Madeline's party after I left?" Rory stiffened. *The party. Oh god, please don't let her know*.
"Uh, no, not really." Rory replied as calmly as possible, thoughts of Tristan's soft lips on hers swimming around in her head. She raised her fingers to her mouth at the memory before she was snapped out of the daze by Paris' next words.
"Really, that's not what I heard." *Oh no. She knows. Paris knows I kissed Tristan.no Tristan kissed me.*
"I heard Tristan and." Rory braced herself, ".Summer broke up?" A wave of relief rushed through Rory's body. She turned to look at Paris' expecting face.
"Uh, yeah, they did. You must be happy?"
Paris pursed her lips, the ecstatic smile hidden. "Why do you say that? I couldn't care less." She stated simply as she brushed pass Rory.
Relieved that their morning conversation hadn't turned into a bitter argument, Rory turned back to her locker, hoping the day would go smoother. *Damb*. She'd forgotten to bring her history book. Can this day get any worse Rory screamed inside her head.
"Mary!"
"Then the heavens opened up and God said I hate you Rory Gilmore'".
"Oh, you don't seem happy to see me Mary?!"
Biting her lip bitterly at the name, she closed he locker and hurriedly began to walk to class, hoping that by ignoring him, he'd leave her alone. Tristan quickly fell into pace beside her. God really did hate her.
"I thought you'd be dying to see me.'
"You thought wrong." Rory replied shortly. She failed to see the look of hurt that flashed through Tristan's eyes. He grabbed her elbow, spinning her around to look at him. She glared up at him, making the mistake of looking into his brilliant blue orbs that now pierced into her own. You could get lost in those eyes she thought dreamily. Rory cursed herself at the mistake she had just made and quickly adverted her eyes to the floor. Tristan took a step closer.
"Rory, I think."he paused, looking at the beautiful creature in front of him. Rory shifted uncomfortably under his piercing gaze. "I think we need to talk, about what happened."
"I don't know what you're talking about", Rory lied.
"Yes, you do."
"No, I don't."
Tristan lifted her chin, making Rory look at him. "Rory, we kissed."
"Ssshhhh!" Rory said, looking around in hope that no one heard as she fought to control the blush that was beginning to spread over her cheeks. She preyed he hadn't noticed.
Tristan fought to control the pleasing smirk that was creeping into his lips as he noticed her blush. He loved the effect he was beginning to have on her.
"Fine", she said quietly.
Inwardly rejoicing, Tristan told her to meet him during morning break in the courtyard. She nodded slowly before turning to head for first class. Both had failed to notice a secretly watching Paris, whose face now burned with hurt and anger.
Mr. Medina's Class
Rory sat down in her usual seat. Thoughts swam in currents through her head making it hard to concentrate on Mr. Medina's talk. What was the deal with Tristan, and why couldn't she talk to Dean. Her confusion was driving her insane. She turned her face slightly to look over her shoulder at the object of her tormention. She was met with the steady gaze of Tristan. Quickly she turned back, flinging her hand to her cheek and resting her elbow on the table to hide the blush that had just warmed her cheeks. She preyed Tristan hadn't caught her out.
Bored with Mr. Medina's lesson, Tristan had adverted his attention to the beautiful girl who sat a couple of tables in front of him. He gazed at her steadily, marveling at her grace as she twirled a strand of her coffee colored hair around her finger. He'd love to run his hands through that mass of silky hair. She looked up at him, meeting his gaze, before quickly turning back, her cheeks flushed at being caught out. A satisfying smirk escaped to his mouth as he tried with all his might to concentrate on the class.
Mindless to them both, Paris sat fuming in her seat. They were unbelievable. It was sickening to watch them both steal looks at each other. She knew something had happened between them at the party and it was killing her. She vowed to find out.
Chilton Courtyard
Rory had tried to dwardle to meet Tristan in the courtyard. She figured that the longer she took to get there, the less time she'd have to spend under his piercing gaze. For some reason, however, her attempts failed her as she found herself in the brisk air of the courtyard. Tristan was sitting on a bench, concentration clearly written across his face as he stared at his feet. Rory pulled herself together and found as much courage as she could to walk over. She flopped down on the bench next to Tristan. *The sooner we get this over with the better*. Rory took a deep breath.
" So.you wanted to talk?"
Tristan was snapped out of his thoughts by the angelic voice that weaved its way to his ears. He had been concentrating so hard on what he was going to say to Rory, he had actually failed to notice her sitting next to him.
"Tristan?"
He snapped out of his daze, "What?"
"You wanted to talk?"
"Yeah, right.talk", he replied vaguely.
"And you wanted to talk about."
"The kiss", Tristan finished.
"Right, yeah, the kiss", Rory stammered.
"You seem nervous", Tristan observed.
"Me? Nervous.um, no, I'm not nervous", Rory replied, making every effort possible not to look at him.
"Well call me blind, but it looks to me like that kiss had a real effect on you. Tell me, was it as good for you as it was for me?" That's it, he'd done it. He'd opened his mouth and the first thing to come out was the voice of a jerk. He saw the anger fire up in her eyes at his egotistical comment. Why did he do it? Why did he ruin any chance he may have with her? "Cause you know, we could always try it again", *Damb it DuGrey, shut up.shut up, shut up, shut up.*
Rory stood, a wave of fury crashing through her body. "Excuse me! I am NOT one of those slutty little blondes that you pick up, conquer and drop all for the sake of your precious reputation."
"Rory, I." Tristan started.
"And further more, I will NEVER become another name on that endless list."
"Ror."
"I was upset over Dean, and you took advantage of that."
"If I remember correctly, Mary, you kissed me back".
Rory did remember. She remembered the soft touch of his lips on hers. It had been a good kiss, a sweet kiss. Tristan watched her curiously. A mixture of emotions passed through Rory's eyes. And then it happened. A single tear slid down her soft, porcelain cheek. He could have kicked himself as he witnessed more tears cascading down. He was instantly reminded of the last time she had cried. Her turned back as she escaped from the room had shattered his heart, and seeing her cry all over again, he knew he'd never pick up the broken pieces. Gingerly, he moved closer to her, mustering up his remaining courage, he pulled her into a tender embrace, hoping she'd stop crying, and preying she wouldn't pull away.
Rory stood, blinded by her fury and the tears falling from her eyes. *Why did she do it? Why did she allow Tristan's words effect her so badly?* Lost in her own confusing mix of emotions, she failed to register Tristan's arms pulling her into his tight embrace. She relaxed against him, leaning into the warm spark that ignited between the two of them.
Tristan felt Rory relax against him, the spark of electricity that had risen from the contact sending shivers down his spine. Rory buried her head in his shoulders as he wiped away the tears that still continued to fall. He fought the urge to kiss her, again, knowing that it was the wrong time and place. He settled for the hug he wished would never end.
Rory's sobs began to subside. Her cheeks tingled ever time Tristan's gentle hands caressed her face, banishing the tears that fell there. She felt safe in his strong arms, like nothing could harm her as long as she was there, wrapped up in his protective embrace. Thoughts of the bitter words that had been tossed around in their argument flew out the window as Tristan bent down to whisper two little words in her ear.
"I'm sorry."
Rory looked up into the blue depths oh Tristan's eyes. She saw in them an honesty that couldn't be faked. "I'm sorry too."
By Leela Email: farmerjohn7@hotmail.com Summary: This is an answer to a challenge. Set just after Rory and Tristan's kiss at Madeline's party. Rory is torn between her feelings for both boys. Pairing: R/T Rating: PG 13, I guess Author's note: This is my first attempt at writing a fan fic. Please review and tell me how I'm doing and if I should continue. Any helpful advice is also most welcome! (
"End of story. So what do you think?"
"Ok Lane, just clarify something for me", Rory said turning to her friend, "I thought you didn't want to see Henry because he was exactly the type of 'suitor' your mum would set you up with in the hopes of arranging your dreaded marriage?"
"I know, but he's a really great guy.and he is sooo cute!"
"But."
"I know, I already thought about getting my head examined."
"Glad to hear it, but." Rory's voice trailed of as her gaze fell upon the body that was all too familiar to her.
"Let's go", Rory said quickly getting up and pulling her friend down the street in the opposite direction of dean.
"Rory!" Lane exclaimed in surprise, "Why are we walking so fast.where are we going?" Lane said through puffs. She looked over her shoulder to see a saddened Dean watching them make their speedy exit. Lane planted her feet firmly on the ground causing Rory to come to an abrupt stop. "Why do you keep running from him?" Lane asked seriously.
"Running? Running from who?" Rory said as innocently as she could.
"Dean, who else?"
"I'm not running from him" replied Rory as she began to walk away.
Lane grabbed her elbow, spinning Rory around to face her, "Rory that is the third time you have escaped a confrontation with Dean. I know you still have feelings for him, and he is sure as hell head over heals for you. Why can't you just talk to him?"
"Because.'cause.I'm just not ready." Rory said, a note of finality in her voice.
"Fine", Lane shrugged, "I have to get home. Tell me later what you think about my plan."
Rory watched her friend walk away, as she too headed home, thoughts clouding her mind. Why couldn't she talk to Dean? It's not like she didn't want to ever speak to him again. And Lane was right, she still had feelings for him.what was stopping her?
Thoughts of Dean swam around in Rory's head all the way home. She flung herself on her bed, finally falling into a deep, but restless sleep.
Next day, Chilton
Rory stood in the busy Chilton hall, students bustling around her. She cursed the obstinate locker. With all the money Chilton got thanks to the overpriced education fee, they still couldn't get decent lockers that actually opened. Rory silently declared this was the worst morning of her life. She had awoken to the terrified screams of Lorelai. No coffee. It was a Gilmore Girls worst nightmare come true. Their supply had dwindled to nothing as both had argued over whose fault it was. Rory cursed her mother again. Not only had she forgotten to buy coffee, she had made her late, meaning she hadn't even had time to a buy a coffee from Luke's, leaving her coffee-less - not a good state to be in if you were a Gilmore.
Frustrated, Rory slammed her fist into the locker door, watching in amazement as the irritating door popped open. She rubbed the pain away from her knuckles as she grabbed the books she would need for her first class. A familiar form came to stand next to her. Paris. Rory preyed she'd be in a good mood.
"So" said Paris expectantly.
"So?"
"Did anything interesting happen at Madeline's party after I left?" Rory stiffened. *The party. Oh god, please don't let her know*.
"Uh, no, not really." Rory replied as calmly as possible, thoughts of Tristan's soft lips on hers swimming around in her head. She raised her fingers to her mouth at the memory before she was snapped out of the daze by Paris' next words.
"Really, that's not what I heard." *Oh no. She knows. Paris knows I kissed Tristan.no Tristan kissed me.*
"I heard Tristan and." Rory braced herself, ".Summer broke up?" A wave of relief rushed through Rory's body. She turned to look at Paris' expecting face.
"Uh, yeah, they did. You must be happy?"
Paris pursed her lips, the ecstatic smile hidden. "Why do you say that? I couldn't care less." She stated simply as she brushed pass Rory.
Relieved that their morning conversation hadn't turned into a bitter argument, Rory turned back to her locker, hoping the day would go smoother. *Damb*. She'd forgotten to bring her history book. Can this day get any worse Rory screamed inside her head.
"Mary!"
"Then the heavens opened up and God said I hate you Rory Gilmore'".
"Oh, you don't seem happy to see me Mary?!"
Biting her lip bitterly at the name, she closed he locker and hurriedly began to walk to class, hoping that by ignoring him, he'd leave her alone. Tristan quickly fell into pace beside her. God really did hate her.
"I thought you'd be dying to see me.'
"You thought wrong." Rory replied shortly. She failed to see the look of hurt that flashed through Tristan's eyes. He grabbed her elbow, spinning her around to look at him. She glared up at him, making the mistake of looking into his brilliant blue orbs that now pierced into her own. You could get lost in those eyes she thought dreamily. Rory cursed herself at the mistake she had just made and quickly adverted her eyes to the floor. Tristan took a step closer.
"Rory, I think."he paused, looking at the beautiful creature in front of him. Rory shifted uncomfortably under his piercing gaze. "I think we need to talk, about what happened."
"I don't know what you're talking about", Rory lied.
"Yes, you do."
"No, I don't."
Tristan lifted her chin, making Rory look at him. "Rory, we kissed."
"Ssshhhh!" Rory said, looking around in hope that no one heard as she fought to control the blush that was beginning to spread over her cheeks. She preyed he hadn't noticed.
Tristan fought to control the pleasing smirk that was creeping into his lips as he noticed her blush. He loved the effect he was beginning to have on her.
"Fine", she said quietly.
Inwardly rejoicing, Tristan told her to meet him during morning break in the courtyard. She nodded slowly before turning to head for first class. Both had failed to notice a secretly watching Paris, whose face now burned with hurt and anger.
Mr. Medina's Class
Rory sat down in her usual seat. Thoughts swam in currents through her head making it hard to concentrate on Mr. Medina's talk. What was the deal with Tristan, and why couldn't she talk to Dean. Her confusion was driving her insane. She turned her face slightly to look over her shoulder at the object of her tormention. She was met with the steady gaze of Tristan. Quickly she turned back, flinging her hand to her cheek and resting her elbow on the table to hide the blush that had just warmed her cheeks. She preyed Tristan hadn't caught her out.
Bored with Mr. Medina's lesson, Tristan had adverted his attention to the beautiful girl who sat a couple of tables in front of him. He gazed at her steadily, marveling at her grace as she twirled a strand of her coffee colored hair around her finger. He'd love to run his hands through that mass of silky hair. She looked up at him, meeting his gaze, before quickly turning back, her cheeks flushed at being caught out. A satisfying smirk escaped to his mouth as he tried with all his might to concentrate on the class.
Mindless to them both, Paris sat fuming in her seat. They were unbelievable. It was sickening to watch them both steal looks at each other. She knew something had happened between them at the party and it was killing her. She vowed to find out.
Chilton Courtyard
Rory had tried to dwardle to meet Tristan in the courtyard. She figured that the longer she took to get there, the less time she'd have to spend under his piercing gaze. For some reason, however, her attempts failed her as she found herself in the brisk air of the courtyard. Tristan was sitting on a bench, concentration clearly written across his face as he stared at his feet. Rory pulled herself together and found as much courage as she could to walk over. She flopped down on the bench next to Tristan. *The sooner we get this over with the better*. Rory took a deep breath.
" So.you wanted to talk?"
Tristan was snapped out of his thoughts by the angelic voice that weaved its way to his ears. He had been concentrating so hard on what he was going to say to Rory, he had actually failed to notice her sitting next to him.
"Tristan?"
He snapped out of his daze, "What?"
"You wanted to talk?"
"Yeah, right.talk", he replied vaguely.
"And you wanted to talk about."
"The kiss", Tristan finished.
"Right, yeah, the kiss", Rory stammered.
"You seem nervous", Tristan observed.
"Me? Nervous.um, no, I'm not nervous", Rory replied, making every effort possible not to look at him.
"Well call me blind, but it looks to me like that kiss had a real effect on you. Tell me, was it as good for you as it was for me?" That's it, he'd done it. He'd opened his mouth and the first thing to come out was the voice of a jerk. He saw the anger fire up in her eyes at his egotistical comment. Why did he do it? Why did he ruin any chance he may have with her? "Cause you know, we could always try it again", *Damb it DuGrey, shut up.shut up, shut up, shut up.*
Rory stood, a wave of fury crashing through her body. "Excuse me! I am NOT one of those slutty little blondes that you pick up, conquer and drop all for the sake of your precious reputation."
"Rory, I." Tristan started.
"And further more, I will NEVER become another name on that endless list."
"Ror."
"I was upset over Dean, and you took advantage of that."
"If I remember correctly, Mary, you kissed me back".
Rory did remember. She remembered the soft touch of his lips on hers. It had been a good kiss, a sweet kiss. Tristan watched her curiously. A mixture of emotions passed through Rory's eyes. And then it happened. A single tear slid down her soft, porcelain cheek. He could have kicked himself as he witnessed more tears cascading down. He was instantly reminded of the last time she had cried. Her turned back as she escaped from the room had shattered his heart, and seeing her cry all over again, he knew he'd never pick up the broken pieces. Gingerly, he moved closer to her, mustering up his remaining courage, he pulled her into a tender embrace, hoping she'd stop crying, and preying she wouldn't pull away.
Rory stood, blinded by her fury and the tears falling from her eyes. *Why did she do it? Why did she allow Tristan's words effect her so badly?* Lost in her own confusing mix of emotions, she failed to register Tristan's arms pulling her into his tight embrace. She relaxed against him, leaning into the warm spark that ignited between the two of them.
Tristan felt Rory relax against him, the spark of electricity that had risen from the contact sending shivers down his spine. Rory buried her head in his shoulders as he wiped away the tears that still continued to fall. He fought the urge to kiss her, again, knowing that it was the wrong time and place. He settled for the hug he wished would never end.
Rory's sobs began to subside. Her cheeks tingled ever time Tristan's gentle hands caressed her face, banishing the tears that fell there. She felt safe in his strong arms, like nothing could harm her as long as she was there, wrapped up in his protective embrace. Thoughts of the bitter words that had been tossed around in their argument flew out the window as Tristan bent down to whisper two little words in her ear.
"I'm sorry."
Rory looked up into the blue depths oh Tristan's eyes. She saw in them an honesty that couldn't be faked. "I'm sorry too."