Disclaimer: I don't own anything. Although I have put
Tristan on my b-day list so you never know ;)! Oh and the title is from the
song in Beauty and the Beast. It just seemed to fit.
A/N: This is my first GG fic so please
tell me what you think. It would mean a lot to me. This is a Trory, just
warning you.
It
was another Friday night at the Gilmore household. And the usual conversation
was taking place.
"Do
I have to? I think I'm coming down with something, something contagious and
possibly deadly. Feel my forehead. I'm burning up. If I go I might be the
reason for the tragic demise of the Gilmore line. Alas I must stay home for the
good of the family." Lorelai concluded with a dramatic flair as she draped
herself across the living room couch. Her eyes half opened to see her daughter's
reaction to her declaration.
Rory
was standing by the door with her hands placed firmly on her hips. She looked
sternly at her mother and said, "Up and at 'em. You're not getting out of
this."
"What
if I infect the entire family?"
"It's
a risk I'm willing to take." Rory responded a smile tugging on her lips. It was
like this every Friday. Her mother reverted to a five year old trying to get
out of the obligatory dinner. "I'll treat you to coffee at Luke's after…"
"Coffee?"
Lorelai perked up.
"Yes
but only it we make it to Grandma's on time."
"Well
let's get a move on then. Enough dilly-dallying young lady." She shouted as she
rushed out the door and to the jeep.
Rory
laughed and followed her mother.
Later
at dinner Emily made an announcement, "Richard and I will be spending the
following two weeks in Martha's Vineyard. Several friends of ours are summering
there and we've decided to pay them all a call."
"That's
great mom." Lorelai said while smiling gleefully over the thought of two free
Fridays.
"And,"
she sent a pointed look to Lorelai conveying that she had not been finished
speaking yet, "we would really like Rory to accompany us."
All
eyes turned to Rory.
"Sure
that sounds great." She said. As she thought to herself this is exactly what I need,
just to get away.
The
adults began to plan leaving Rory to her thoughts.
The
summer had started out great. The reconciliation between her and Dean, the fact
that school was over. But slowly she began to realize maybe things weren't
going exactly as she expected. She knew her and Dean weren't going to go back
to the way they use to be. She wasn't that naïve. It didn't take her long to
see the spark was gone. Some part of her refused to acknowledge it because that
would mean those 3 words she said were nothing. And that frightened her. So she
pretended she was satisfied with the way things were. And that they yearning
she felt was just a phase, and it would pass. But as the weeks past she wasn't
so sure. She needed some distance and now thanks to her grandparents offer she
was going to get some.
The maid was currently unpacking
Rory's bags, because no matter how many times Rory insisted she could do it her
Grandmother refused to listen.
"Rory dear, this is what these
people are paid to do. Now let the women do her job. Why don't you go for a
walk on the beach." Emily suggested as she gazed at her granddaughter. She
looks tired, Emily thought, noting the purple bruises beneath her eyes. This
vacation should help her to relax.
Rory agreed and grabbed her bag and
headed out to their private beach. Her Grandparents friends actually owned the
house. But they were in France for 2 weeks visiting their daughter, which is
why her grandparents were able to use the house. It was a lovely building built
into the cliffs. It looked a bit like a modern castle. The stairs led down to
the beach. At the bottom of the stairs Rory removed her sandals and carried
them as she began her walk.
Dean hadn't been happy about this
vacation, she remembered. They had fought about it. He didn't understand why
she needed to go, especially after they just got back together. She reminded
him it was July now and they had gotten back together at the end of May, on
that fateful day at Chilton. It wasn't like she was able to forget that day and
those 3 words she said to him. She didn't mean them and she hoped that he knew
that. She didn't hate him. Ugh, Rory thought, why does that day always come
back to Tristan? The look of shock and hurt in his eyes just wouldn't leave her
alone. But it was the ice that replaced the hurt that haunted her the most.
What a mess. Frustrated she kicked some sand.
"Hey!" a male voice yelled.
Rory quickly looked up to see a
teenage boy sitting in the sand his back to her. He was wearing a pair of khaki
shorts and a white wife beater. His blonde head was facing out to the Atlantic
making it impossible to see his face. But that voice…
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