Disclaimer: I do not own Gilmore Girls, though I wish I could own Milo Ventimiglia or Jared. If I did own the Gilmore Girls production I would be a rich girl but I do not. So don't sue me.

This is a one time shot story unless I get some reviews that do noflame,then maybe I might consider another chapter.

Literati pairing? Trory pairing? Lory pairing? Morty pairing? Who knows? Decide for yourself or make some assumptions but I hold the truth to it.

He eyed her from across the room. He knew that she was his. There was no denying that. Everyone knew that she alone was his. No one could touch her without having to deal with him. They both played off each other with their games of deceit. Both wanted a way to stop the cycle but didn't have the guts to say it. She would come to him, giving her body for him to enjoy and himself as well did the same for her.

The two of them were good actors at denying what their relationship was doing to them. Both always denied there was more to them than just a hated friendship. Everyone around them could see right through them. They all knew what they were to each other but didn't intervene. They all wanted to see what would happen between those two in the end.

Behind close doors they were more than hatred for each other. They were each others pieces of lustful meat. Every night she would run to him, his arms open to embrace her. She would cry to him about wanting to leave her boyfriend to whom she didn't love anymore. Yet, she left him every morning alone in his bed, to be with the so called don't love anymore boyfriend.

Every time, he tricked himself into thinking that she would come around to him. She would figure out that she was meant to be with him. That day never came for him. It would never come for him to be with her and it all came crashing down when he was sent away for breaking and entering. He had done it out of stupidity for he wasn't thinking straight. All he thought about as he committed the crime was, her.

All his problems went straight to her. She was his drug to which he was addicted and could never stop. He would be forever under her spell and never be able to break from it. Maybe he didn't want to be helped and just wanted to be trapped in the tar pit which he called her.

Seems the game turned on him and now he was hers alone. Somehow, she had known this was to be.

Now here they were, alone in a hallway to which they were supposed to perform for the audience. She didn't say anything but that she wished him well. That was the worst way to say that she loved him and didn't want to leave. He known what her intentions were by just looking in her eyes for the answers.

He nodded and wanted to kiss her but thought worst of it. Walking away, he knew that he would never see her again. She knew the same thing too but didn't stop him.