Introduction: Meet the Unsuspecting Protagonist
Summary: Introduction.kind of what I think has been going on in Tristan's head since "Love, Daisies, and Troubadours." Angsty.but it'll become less so, in later parts. Rating: PG-13 to be safe. Author's Usual Incomprehensible Notes: I'm back. Anyway, notice: This story is going to be from Tristan's perspective. As I am a girl and have no idea as to what goes on inside a guy's head; try not to laugh at my guess. Okay, you can laugh at my complete and total wrongness.just don't tell me about the laughing. Enjoy. (A lack of flames is always appreciated) Spoilers: Well, since this is my own twisted version of "Run Away Little Boy," I suppose there could be allusions to anything up to that point. Disclaimer: I don't own Gilmore Girls, but maybe someday. My hostile takeover is still in the works. (okay, so it's in the early planning stages in my head, but that counts for something.)
Sadness and frustration had lead to an overwhelming amount of indifference in Tristan DuGrey's life. Six months ago, he'd been well adjusted and goal oriented, if not a happy young man. He had been someone to be admired and respected. Now, as elder Mr. DuGrey would say, "Tristan had aligned himself with misfits who would lead him to nothing except the life of a pathetic miscreant." Gotta love dear old Dad.
The Tristan of old would have been angered by such a comment, the likes of which had come out of the older, well tailored, Mr. DuGrey's mouth almost twice a day as of late. But the now constant apathy and over exposure to the usual "I'm disappointed in you, Son." speeches would only lead the slouching Tristan to roll his eyes and give a non-committal shrug, waiting for his dad to be done lecturing, while silently (and occasionally very loudly) wondering what his over-bearing father would actually do about his son's lack of motivation.
How did Tristan arrive at this point? What, or better yet, who could have caused such an apparently tragic change in the once vibrant young man's personality? Two names: Rory Gilmore and Farmer Boy. Them kissing. Oh yeah, and also the stating of the words "I love you" to the ladder by the former largely contributed to Tristan's suffering.
Of course, Tristan himself should probably be allotted a large part of the blame as well. After all, when he had witnessed the couple's happy scene, he hadn't picked himself up from his fall from a hopeful happy world. Nope, he hadn't said, "Hang in there, DuGrey. There's still tomorrow." As he normally would have when he had trouble winning Rory's affections. Nothing of the sort. He'd just set down her books, buttoned his blue Chilton blazer in an attempt to regain his composure, and proceeded to try and leave Rory Gilmore behind.
But he couldn't.
That stupid now known to be life-changing moment had occurred at the end of his sophomore year. Now, his junior year was well underway and she was still at the forefront of his mind. At first, it had merely been an obsession with figuring out why he had failed to make her love him. But, at some indiscernible point, that mere obsession that had caused him to mope around his mansion, had changed. He wasn't as suave or as enticing as he had thought. Phoey. Why not? And why was that what he needed to be? That question had resonated through his mind a million times. That was the question that had caused him to internally become a void. A void that meant he wasn't good enough for himself or, apparently, for her. He wanted change. He wanted new values, a better life. He wanted her. He had no idea how to achieve any of these though. The one window of light and possible happiness that he could see was Rory. But, considering the fact that this whole soul searching quest had originated because he couldn't win her love, he highly doubted she would give herself over to him anytime soon. He'd already tried everything he could think of during their sophomore year. He didn't think even telling the truth and enlightening her about his new goals for self- improvement would help. He could picture revealing his good intentions and plans to her smiling face. She'd say, "That's great, Tristan." Her eyes would sparkle and her smile would be sincere and Tristan would feel really good for once. Of course, all of that would be tainted by her return to her small town after school so she could spend quality time with her beloved Dean. Tristan hated Dean. He shook his head, not allowing his thoughts to turn to the giant caveman. What was worse, what made Tristan's entire life an ironic joke, was the fact that he was really in love with Rory Gilmore. It had taken him awhile to figure out, but there it was. There was no way to help his floundering situation. He saw her; he saw everything good that he wanted to be a part of. All of which was, of course, unattainable. He hated himself for the fact that he was now associating the pain of his own inadequacies with her. And now for the clincher: Any fleeting thought of having Rory's anger directed at him lead fear of losing what he had left of her to grow, contributing to his new found unwillingness to cause her pain.
Nowhere to go. Nothing to do.
Love stinks.
Next Chapter: The action begins. A not so small friend arrives from a small town to help our hero out of his angst-ridden funk.
Summary: Introduction.kind of what I think has been going on in Tristan's head since "Love, Daisies, and Troubadours." Angsty.but it'll become less so, in later parts. Rating: PG-13 to be safe. Author's Usual Incomprehensible Notes: I'm back. Anyway, notice: This story is going to be from Tristan's perspective. As I am a girl and have no idea as to what goes on inside a guy's head; try not to laugh at my guess. Okay, you can laugh at my complete and total wrongness.just don't tell me about the laughing. Enjoy. (A lack of flames is always appreciated) Spoilers: Well, since this is my own twisted version of "Run Away Little Boy," I suppose there could be allusions to anything up to that point. Disclaimer: I don't own Gilmore Girls, but maybe someday. My hostile takeover is still in the works. (okay, so it's in the early planning stages in my head, but that counts for something.)
Sadness and frustration had lead to an overwhelming amount of indifference in Tristan DuGrey's life. Six months ago, he'd been well adjusted and goal oriented, if not a happy young man. He had been someone to be admired and respected. Now, as elder Mr. DuGrey would say, "Tristan had aligned himself with misfits who would lead him to nothing except the life of a pathetic miscreant." Gotta love dear old Dad.
The Tristan of old would have been angered by such a comment, the likes of which had come out of the older, well tailored, Mr. DuGrey's mouth almost twice a day as of late. But the now constant apathy and over exposure to the usual "I'm disappointed in you, Son." speeches would only lead the slouching Tristan to roll his eyes and give a non-committal shrug, waiting for his dad to be done lecturing, while silently (and occasionally very loudly) wondering what his over-bearing father would actually do about his son's lack of motivation.
How did Tristan arrive at this point? What, or better yet, who could have caused such an apparently tragic change in the once vibrant young man's personality? Two names: Rory Gilmore and Farmer Boy. Them kissing. Oh yeah, and also the stating of the words "I love you" to the ladder by the former largely contributed to Tristan's suffering.
Of course, Tristan himself should probably be allotted a large part of the blame as well. After all, when he had witnessed the couple's happy scene, he hadn't picked himself up from his fall from a hopeful happy world. Nope, he hadn't said, "Hang in there, DuGrey. There's still tomorrow." As he normally would have when he had trouble winning Rory's affections. Nothing of the sort. He'd just set down her books, buttoned his blue Chilton blazer in an attempt to regain his composure, and proceeded to try and leave Rory Gilmore behind.
But he couldn't.
That stupid now known to be life-changing moment had occurred at the end of his sophomore year. Now, his junior year was well underway and she was still at the forefront of his mind. At first, it had merely been an obsession with figuring out why he had failed to make her love him. But, at some indiscernible point, that mere obsession that had caused him to mope around his mansion, had changed. He wasn't as suave or as enticing as he had thought. Phoey. Why not? And why was that what he needed to be? That question had resonated through his mind a million times. That was the question that had caused him to internally become a void. A void that meant he wasn't good enough for himself or, apparently, for her. He wanted change. He wanted new values, a better life. He wanted her. He had no idea how to achieve any of these though. The one window of light and possible happiness that he could see was Rory. But, considering the fact that this whole soul searching quest had originated because he couldn't win her love, he highly doubted she would give herself over to him anytime soon. He'd already tried everything he could think of during their sophomore year. He didn't think even telling the truth and enlightening her about his new goals for self- improvement would help. He could picture revealing his good intentions and plans to her smiling face. She'd say, "That's great, Tristan." Her eyes would sparkle and her smile would be sincere and Tristan would feel really good for once. Of course, all of that would be tainted by her return to her small town after school so she could spend quality time with her beloved Dean. Tristan hated Dean. He shook his head, not allowing his thoughts to turn to the giant caveman. What was worse, what made Tristan's entire life an ironic joke, was the fact that he was really in love with Rory Gilmore. It had taken him awhile to figure out, but there it was. There was no way to help his floundering situation. He saw her; he saw everything good that he wanted to be a part of. All of which was, of course, unattainable. He hated himself for the fact that he was now associating the pain of his own inadequacies with her. And now for the clincher: Any fleeting thought of having Rory's anger directed at him lead fear of losing what he had left of her to grow, contributing to his new found unwillingness to cause her pain.
Nowhere to go. Nothing to do.
Love stinks.
Next Chapter: The action begins. A not so small friend arrives from a small town to help our hero out of his angst-ridden funk.