Scorned Once, Loved Twice
Author's notes: Gilmore Girls doesn't belong to me, blah blah blah. I was reading fics on the web and decided to add one of my own. A short story in tribute of my fav Gilmore Girls couple, Tristan and Rory. Oh yeah. This is the beginning of a futuristic ficcy.
Tristan's POV.
She ran away crying. I loved her, needed her, wanted her, and love her still but she still ran away crying. My best was always enough, but now, suddenly, I found that it wasn't enough. Nothing would make her want me; nothing could make her love me. I wasn't enough. Who I am was not enough. I was never enough to make my parents love, and I wasn't enough to make her love me either. I know because she ran away.
Rory. The minute I saw her, I knew without a doubt that I would love her, forever. I teased her, annoyed her, insulted her, and bugged her, all the while trying to hide my love. Rory, otherwise called Mary by me. I was a fool to think that if I behaved like a jerk, she would love me. I was a fool to think that I could make her love me with my patented, 1000-watt smile. I used to think that life would be a piece of cake. Flash a smile and girls would come running. It is true to a certain point, but only for the shallow girls that I date. Maybe that's why I loved her. She was different. She was a challenge. She was simply Rory.
I was stunned that night. Someone had actually gotten up the nerve to dump me, and in front of so many people too. But when I thought about it some more, it didn't matter. It was only my pride that made me feel so stunned and so hurt. My bruised and hurt pride dropped away when I saw her, miserable over that stupid oaf of a bagboy. I just wanted to comfort her more than anything. So I ended up kissing her. Bad idea. How stupid could a guy get?! But that was it. She ran away crying and there I was, stunned again.
My parents gave me an ultimatum, either go to military school or seriously shape up and maybe get grounded for a couple of years till university, I chose the first. At the time, I figured that anything would be better than having to face her again. Military school wasn't all that bad. I finally got the chance to really be myself, all the way through. It was physically, a hugely prolonged session of torture, but emotionally and mentally I matured through the experience. Despite all of that, if I had to choose between going there again and facing Rory for the second time, I definitely wouldn't be going to military school again. Once was enough for anybody.
Rory's POV.
I hate him! I couldn't believe the nerve of that guy! To kiss me at a time like that. Okay, maybe I kind of, sort of, really kissed him back. But, he was the one that started it so nothing bad on my part, right? He confuses me so much and I hate him for it. Yeah, right. Keep saying that Rory, one day you just might believe yourself. I wish I could convince myself that I wasn't at fault but we all know that that isn't the case. I kissed him back so it's just as much my fault as his. I wish I could make up my mind about him. Ugh! I really hate him for making me have a stupid inner dialogue right now.
Tristan. The so-called perfect guy. Mr. God's gift to mankind, himself. He annoyed me from the very first, but maybe that was only to cover up the attraction. Looking back now, I can say that I've always been attracted to Tristan. The guy deemed evil by yours truly, bugged me, especially when he called me, Mary. It felt like he mistook me for one of his cheap floozies or didn't even take the time to remember my real name. I don't think I recall one instance where he actually called me by my real name. It hurt. At first, I thought it was pure annoyance that made the tiny pinpricks into my heart when he called me Mary. That kiss was where I truly started to love him. I ran away crying, because I thought that somehow it was wrong to kiss him after I had just broken up a relationship. But I was wrong. When I gathered up the courage to tell him that loved him, he was already gone. Some perfect guy you turned out to be, Tristan.
I felt somehow betrayed when he left me. I loved enough that I was going to tell him about it and then he had the nerve to leave me before I could tell him. I shut myself up not long afterwards, being antisocial and throwing myself at my studies. And then Dean came along again. I figured, why not? So I started a relationship with Dean and in doing so, betrayed both my feelings for Tristan and the guy himself. I deluded myself into to thinking that I was over him and eventually even Dean noticed. We broke up again over Tristan, leaving me feeling hurt and betrayed.
I was determined not to lose sight of my goals after that, and that meant studying harder than ever to go to Harvard. It wasn't easy, but I managed to get in with a full scholarship. Going to Chilton and coming from a rich family definitely helped things. All the while, I kept hoping that Tristan would follow his family's tradition and go to Harvard so I could meet him and maybe even have another shot at a relationship with him. I never did meet him there. Years later, visiting my grandmother, I learned that he had gone to Oxford to study business so that he could continue his family business. I slowly got over him, but even in university, I couldn't find the heart to love again.
End notes: More??? Continue?? Yes or no. Review me!!! If I get enough reviews asking for more I'll continue, if not I'll leave it at that. If you want more the ending will be pretty WAFFy. Constructive criticism is welcomed here. In fact, anything that might improve my writing is terrific. My title doesn't really go if I don't continue though.
Author's notes: Gilmore Girls doesn't belong to me, blah blah blah. I was reading fics on the web and decided to add one of my own. A short story in tribute of my fav Gilmore Girls couple, Tristan and Rory. Oh yeah. This is the beginning of a futuristic ficcy.
Tristan's POV.
She ran away crying. I loved her, needed her, wanted her, and love her still but she still ran away crying. My best was always enough, but now, suddenly, I found that it wasn't enough. Nothing would make her want me; nothing could make her love me. I wasn't enough. Who I am was not enough. I was never enough to make my parents love, and I wasn't enough to make her love me either. I know because she ran away.
Rory. The minute I saw her, I knew without a doubt that I would love her, forever. I teased her, annoyed her, insulted her, and bugged her, all the while trying to hide my love. Rory, otherwise called Mary by me. I was a fool to think that if I behaved like a jerk, she would love me. I was a fool to think that I could make her love me with my patented, 1000-watt smile. I used to think that life would be a piece of cake. Flash a smile and girls would come running. It is true to a certain point, but only for the shallow girls that I date. Maybe that's why I loved her. She was different. She was a challenge. She was simply Rory.
I was stunned that night. Someone had actually gotten up the nerve to dump me, and in front of so many people too. But when I thought about it some more, it didn't matter. It was only my pride that made me feel so stunned and so hurt. My bruised and hurt pride dropped away when I saw her, miserable over that stupid oaf of a bagboy. I just wanted to comfort her more than anything. So I ended up kissing her. Bad idea. How stupid could a guy get?! But that was it. She ran away crying and there I was, stunned again.
My parents gave me an ultimatum, either go to military school or seriously shape up and maybe get grounded for a couple of years till university, I chose the first. At the time, I figured that anything would be better than having to face her again. Military school wasn't all that bad. I finally got the chance to really be myself, all the way through. It was physically, a hugely prolonged session of torture, but emotionally and mentally I matured through the experience. Despite all of that, if I had to choose between going there again and facing Rory for the second time, I definitely wouldn't be going to military school again. Once was enough for anybody.
Rory's POV.
I hate him! I couldn't believe the nerve of that guy! To kiss me at a time like that. Okay, maybe I kind of, sort of, really kissed him back. But, he was the one that started it so nothing bad on my part, right? He confuses me so much and I hate him for it. Yeah, right. Keep saying that Rory, one day you just might believe yourself. I wish I could convince myself that I wasn't at fault but we all know that that isn't the case. I kissed him back so it's just as much my fault as his. I wish I could make up my mind about him. Ugh! I really hate him for making me have a stupid inner dialogue right now.
Tristan. The so-called perfect guy. Mr. God's gift to mankind, himself. He annoyed me from the very first, but maybe that was only to cover up the attraction. Looking back now, I can say that I've always been attracted to Tristan. The guy deemed evil by yours truly, bugged me, especially when he called me, Mary. It felt like he mistook me for one of his cheap floozies or didn't even take the time to remember my real name. I don't think I recall one instance where he actually called me by my real name. It hurt. At first, I thought it was pure annoyance that made the tiny pinpricks into my heart when he called me Mary. That kiss was where I truly started to love him. I ran away crying, because I thought that somehow it was wrong to kiss him after I had just broken up a relationship. But I was wrong. When I gathered up the courage to tell him that loved him, he was already gone. Some perfect guy you turned out to be, Tristan.
I felt somehow betrayed when he left me. I loved enough that I was going to tell him about it and then he had the nerve to leave me before I could tell him. I shut myself up not long afterwards, being antisocial and throwing myself at my studies. And then Dean came along again. I figured, why not? So I started a relationship with Dean and in doing so, betrayed both my feelings for Tristan and the guy himself. I deluded myself into to thinking that I was over him and eventually even Dean noticed. We broke up again over Tristan, leaving me feeling hurt and betrayed.
I was determined not to lose sight of my goals after that, and that meant studying harder than ever to go to Harvard. It wasn't easy, but I managed to get in with a full scholarship. Going to Chilton and coming from a rich family definitely helped things. All the while, I kept hoping that Tristan would follow his family's tradition and go to Harvard so I could meet him and maybe even have another shot at a relationship with him. I never did meet him there. Years later, visiting my grandmother, I learned that he had gone to Oxford to study business so that he could continue his family business. I slowly got over him, but even in university, I couldn't find the heart to love again.
End notes: More??? Continue?? Yes or no. Review me!!! If I get enough reviews asking for more I'll continue, if not I'll leave it at that. If you want more the ending will be pretty WAFFy. Constructive criticism is welcomed here. In fact, anything that might improve my writing is terrific. My title doesn't really go if I don't continue though.
