Alone
Author's Note: This is Paris' POV after the season finale. Once again, I apologize that this is yet another small, tiny, miniscule
POV fic. I'll come up with more ideas soon!
I had thought I was becoming friends with Rory.
Of course, friends don't betray each other and go out with the guy their friend likes. They also don't go on and
pretend that nothing has changed and deny the fact that they're going out with their friend's crush.
Which was precisely what Rory was doing.
Pretending she hadn't stolen Tristan and accepted a P J Harvey concert invitation.
Which she had.
But, I , Paris Gellar, would not let it get to me. At least, I wouldn't show her that it got to me. So I gave her
a long, cold, hard stare and said I was not interested in Tristan the slightest bit.
But I still am.
I blame myself for being a fool in love, for being sensitive to the slightest thing that has to do with Tristan.
I hate myself for having my entire life revolve around him, and letting other people realize that Tristan's my weak spot.
People like Rory.
Who are conniving snobs who pretend to be your friends just so they can hurt you all over again.
But I'm going to hurt her.
If she thinks she's joining "The Franklin" next year, she's wrong. I'm student editor, and I have control. She's got
no chance.
I'm going to make her most unliked girl in the school. I've turned Madeline and Louise against her. That's my
first step.
But then I realized that Rory really wasn't one to lie. She hadn't lied before. If she wasn't going to the concert
with Tristan, she really wasn't going. She was an honest person. Tristan, on the other hand, wanted to prove himself
as a macho man and getting Rory to go out with him was another hard-to-get-chick under his already crowded belt.
So before I started getting reproachful and doubtful, I knew I had to straighten out this mess.
"Hi Tristan." I had 'casually' run into him in the halls.
"Paris." he mumbled, obviously not delighted to see me.
Before he could run off, I asked, "I heard you're going to see P J Harvey with Rory."
"Yep." he answered.
"Really?" I prompted.
"What, you don't believe me?" he gave me one last look, and walked away.
"Yes." I whispered under my breath.
Even I didn't have my complete faith in Tristan, I still didn't want to give Rory the benefit of the doubt, so I
gave her the silent treatment. She probably didn't notice.
She probably won't ever notice. Because she'll be with the guy of my dreams.
While I am alone.
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Once again... a fic with no point. I'll try to write a parody or songfic next. Then I hearby promise... I will not write anything
else besides a real fic next time... wait no! I forgot Rachel and Luke! I've got to do a POV for them!! Or some eventful
thing.... hm... an idea is cooking! Expect some Lorelai, Luke, and Max in a couple of weeks!
Author's Note: This is Paris' POV after the season finale. Once again, I apologize that this is yet another small, tiny, miniscule
POV fic. I'll come up with more ideas soon!
I had thought I was becoming friends with Rory.
Of course, friends don't betray each other and go out with the guy their friend likes. They also don't go on and
pretend that nothing has changed and deny the fact that they're going out with their friend's crush.
Which was precisely what Rory was doing.
Pretending she hadn't stolen Tristan and accepted a P J Harvey concert invitation.
Which she had.
But, I , Paris Gellar, would not let it get to me. At least, I wouldn't show her that it got to me. So I gave her
a long, cold, hard stare and said I was not interested in Tristan the slightest bit.
But I still am.
I blame myself for being a fool in love, for being sensitive to the slightest thing that has to do with Tristan.
I hate myself for having my entire life revolve around him, and letting other people realize that Tristan's my weak spot.
People like Rory.
Who are conniving snobs who pretend to be your friends just so they can hurt you all over again.
But I'm going to hurt her.
If she thinks she's joining "The Franklin" next year, she's wrong. I'm student editor, and I have control. She's got
no chance.
I'm going to make her most unliked girl in the school. I've turned Madeline and Louise against her. That's my
first step.
But then I realized that Rory really wasn't one to lie. She hadn't lied before. If she wasn't going to the concert
with Tristan, she really wasn't going. She was an honest person. Tristan, on the other hand, wanted to prove himself
as a macho man and getting Rory to go out with him was another hard-to-get-chick under his already crowded belt.
So before I started getting reproachful and doubtful, I knew I had to straighten out this mess.
"Hi Tristan." I had 'casually' run into him in the halls.
"Paris." he mumbled, obviously not delighted to see me.
Before he could run off, I asked, "I heard you're going to see P J Harvey with Rory."
"Yep." he answered.
"Really?" I prompted.
"What, you don't believe me?" he gave me one last look, and walked away.
"Yes." I whispered under my breath.
Even I didn't have my complete faith in Tristan, I still didn't want to give Rory the benefit of the doubt, so I
gave her the silent treatment. She probably didn't notice.
She probably won't ever notice. Because she'll be with the guy of my dreams.
While I am alone.
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Once again... a fic with no point. I'll try to write a parody or songfic next. Then I hearby promise... I will not write anything
else besides a real fic next time... wait no! I forgot Rachel and Luke! I've got to do a POV for them!! Or some eventful
thing.... hm... an idea is cooking! Expect some Lorelai, Luke, and Max in a couple of weeks!