AN: Trory! Of course! I don't write anything else~ R/R please!
Rory looked over her desk. There were pictures of them together all scattered all over it. They only were going out for five months, but there were pictures as if they had been going out for years. She traced her finger along the picture of them together at their school's basketball game. Both wearing school colors and jumping up and down. She remembered that their team won. She looked over to another picture of them. This one had them standing together with his strong muscular arms wrapped around her, both grinning happily. She really loved him.
She sat down on her bed and looked down at the sweatshirt she was wearing. It was his. It smelled of his Adidas cologne that seemed to relax her every time she smelt it. Everything about him made her relaxed and feel safe. Safer than she has ever felt. Whenever she was with him, it was as if nothing bad could happen. She longed for him to hold her close to him. She looked over to the head of her bed, where the build-a-bear that they made together sat. She took it in her hands and after examining it, she held it close to her as she laid down on her side and remembered the day they made it. They went to the store where you stuff, name, and dress bears. They each made one of the other so they could have them close when they couldn't be together. The one he made of her was dressed in jeans and a t-shirt that had a coffee cup on the front of it. But the one that she made of him, was also dressed in jeans, but instead had a sweatshirt on that was almost just like the sweatshirt she had on at the moment.
Just as she was about to fall asleep holding the bear, the doorbell rang. She got up quickly and ran to the door. She looked out the window to see who had come to their house at eleven at night. She was scared because it wasn't only late, but she was home alone also. Lorelei was out at an inn convention.
Rory opened the door and looked out into the darkness. There stood Tristan. It had been raining outside and he was drenched. Raindrops stuck to his eyelashes daring to fall down. For the first time, Rory saw the look of fright in his eyes. "Tristan?"
He just walked in and hugged Rory close. "Tristan what's wrong?" She asked closing the door. He stepped back and looked her in the eyes. "Rory, please just hold me." He said in a shaky voice. Rory didn't know what was the matter, but she nodded. He hugged her again. He was cold and wet, and if she didn't get him out of those clothes, he'd get pneumonia. "Tristan, you can't stay in these clothes, you'll get sick." She told him, still in his arms. He just nodded and followed her into her bedroom. She took off her sweatshirt and put it on the bed. "Take off that shirt and put that on, I'll find some pants for you." She looked through her closet as he peeled the soaked shirt off of his back and practically crawled into the sweatshirt.
It was warm against his body, even more so, since Rory had been wearing it. Rory ran out of the room and towards the dryer. She came back with a pair of his sweatpants that he left there a while ago. "Here, put these on and give me your wet ones. She took his wet shirt off of the floor as he climbed out of his damp pants and slid into the dry ones. She smiled, picked up the clothes and put them in the dryer. She came back again with a blanket. She wrapped the blanket around them and looked at him. He looked so helpless. Like a little boy. "Tristan, are you going to tell me what's wrong?" She asked him softly while holding his hand.
After a moment, he nodded. "It's my parents.they were fighting and yelling, not like that's anything new, and well, they said that they're getting a divorce. I thought about what it would be like if they ever actually did break up, but I never thought that it would actually happen, you know. And well, now my mom is moving to New Hampshire, and she wants me to come live with her instead of my dad. My dad's staying in our old house."
"You're moving?" She asked, voice shaky. He gripped her hand tighter.
"That's the thing. I can't. I don't want to leave you. If I leave you I don't know what I'd do with myself. I like my mother a hell of a lot more than my father, but I have to stay in Connecticut. I can't be away from you Rory. I love you too much to do it. But my mother told me to give her a decision my next Friday. That's when she's moving out. Rory, we're in the senior year of high school. I can't leave. We always planned on going to Harvard together." He trailed off. Rory didn't know what to say. This was such a shock to her. Not having him in at least a driving's reach scared her. She couldn't live with out him either. "Rory, say something." He looked her in the eyes.
"Tristan, this is such a shock to me, I don't know what to say. All I can say is that I love you and cant live without you. Tristan." She started crying. Tears streaming down her face. "Tristan, don't leave me." He pulled her close. She was now seated in his lap. Both sobbing.
"Rory, I'm not leaving you. I can't."
A.N.; Hope you like it. More coming soon! Enjoy! R/R please!
Rory looked over her desk. There were pictures of them together all scattered all over it. They only were going out for five months, but there were pictures as if they had been going out for years. She traced her finger along the picture of them together at their school's basketball game. Both wearing school colors and jumping up and down. She remembered that their team won. She looked over to another picture of them. This one had them standing together with his strong muscular arms wrapped around her, both grinning happily. She really loved him.
She sat down on her bed and looked down at the sweatshirt she was wearing. It was his. It smelled of his Adidas cologne that seemed to relax her every time she smelt it. Everything about him made her relaxed and feel safe. Safer than she has ever felt. Whenever she was with him, it was as if nothing bad could happen. She longed for him to hold her close to him. She looked over to the head of her bed, where the build-a-bear that they made together sat. She took it in her hands and after examining it, she held it close to her as she laid down on her side and remembered the day they made it. They went to the store where you stuff, name, and dress bears. They each made one of the other so they could have them close when they couldn't be together. The one he made of her was dressed in jeans and a t-shirt that had a coffee cup on the front of it. But the one that she made of him, was also dressed in jeans, but instead had a sweatshirt on that was almost just like the sweatshirt she had on at the moment.
Just as she was about to fall asleep holding the bear, the doorbell rang. She got up quickly and ran to the door. She looked out the window to see who had come to their house at eleven at night. She was scared because it wasn't only late, but she was home alone also. Lorelei was out at an inn convention.
Rory opened the door and looked out into the darkness. There stood Tristan. It had been raining outside and he was drenched. Raindrops stuck to his eyelashes daring to fall down. For the first time, Rory saw the look of fright in his eyes. "Tristan?"
He just walked in and hugged Rory close. "Tristan what's wrong?" She asked closing the door. He stepped back and looked her in the eyes. "Rory, please just hold me." He said in a shaky voice. Rory didn't know what was the matter, but she nodded. He hugged her again. He was cold and wet, and if she didn't get him out of those clothes, he'd get pneumonia. "Tristan, you can't stay in these clothes, you'll get sick." She told him, still in his arms. He just nodded and followed her into her bedroom. She took off her sweatshirt and put it on the bed. "Take off that shirt and put that on, I'll find some pants for you." She looked through her closet as he peeled the soaked shirt off of his back and practically crawled into the sweatshirt.
It was warm against his body, even more so, since Rory had been wearing it. Rory ran out of the room and towards the dryer. She came back with a pair of his sweatpants that he left there a while ago. "Here, put these on and give me your wet ones. She took his wet shirt off of the floor as he climbed out of his damp pants and slid into the dry ones. She smiled, picked up the clothes and put them in the dryer. She came back again with a blanket. She wrapped the blanket around them and looked at him. He looked so helpless. Like a little boy. "Tristan, are you going to tell me what's wrong?" She asked him softly while holding his hand.
After a moment, he nodded. "It's my parents.they were fighting and yelling, not like that's anything new, and well, they said that they're getting a divorce. I thought about what it would be like if they ever actually did break up, but I never thought that it would actually happen, you know. And well, now my mom is moving to New Hampshire, and she wants me to come live with her instead of my dad. My dad's staying in our old house."
"You're moving?" She asked, voice shaky. He gripped her hand tighter.
"That's the thing. I can't. I don't want to leave you. If I leave you I don't know what I'd do with myself. I like my mother a hell of a lot more than my father, but I have to stay in Connecticut. I can't be away from you Rory. I love you too much to do it. But my mother told me to give her a decision my next Friday. That's when she's moving out. Rory, we're in the senior year of high school. I can't leave. We always planned on going to Harvard together." He trailed off. Rory didn't know what to say. This was such a shock to her. Not having him in at least a driving's reach scared her. She couldn't live with out him either. "Rory, say something." He looked her in the eyes.
"Tristan, this is such a shock to me, I don't know what to say. All I can say is that I love you and cant live without you. Tristan." She started crying. Tears streaming down her face. "Tristan, don't leave me." He pulled her close. She was now seated in his lap. Both sobbing.
"Rory, I'm not leaving you. I can't."
A.N.; Hope you like it. More coming soon! Enjoy! R/R please!
