A/N: Hey guys! This is my new Trory story and everything will be explained all in good time. The only thing you really need to know is that Tristan did go to military school and was enrolling in school at Yale when they saw each other again.
Disclaimer: This is for the whole story. I don't own the characters and I don't own Chad Michael Murray either, damn! Anyways enjoy and please review!
If anyone has any suggestions let me know and I'll see what I can do….so without further ado…Here's the story….Yeah, some days.
She was sitting at the computer trying to work.
Trying, being the key word.
But she couldn't.
Her mind was drifting to earlier and the fight they had.
The fights they were rehaving.
Tristan and her were trying to work through it but she still had to remember that she was living alone now, in their once shared Manhatten apartment.
She couldn't do it.
Work, that is.
She just couldn't concentrate so she decided to leave the office early.
She packed her bags and made up some random excuse saying she had to interview someone before her press conference today.
Her book was coming out and she had a press release and book signing tour coming up and he boss would believe her.
She headed out the door and picked up coffee from the nearest Starbucks.
Sipping her latte, she headed for the nearest grocery store, deciding she would cook.
She had learned how to from Tristan and baking always made her feel better so cookies was going to be tonights main dish.
Unlocking the door she took in the fresh scent of pine she had circulating the room through one of those fan thingys with smell good stuff.
She was relieved that it was still working.
Twenty minutes later a knock came to the door and she stopped what she was doing to go answer it.
Opening the door she was shocked to see him standing there while the weather was gloomy and the work day not even over yet.
He never left early, well usually he didn't.
"Hey," Tristan said.
"Hey, what's going on?"
"Nothing I'm just checking on you. How are you doing?"
"I'm fine."
"No you're not. I can smell the cookie dough from three blocks away," he said eyeing her, "Look Rory, I'm sorry we're not where we used to be alright, but tonight's you're night. It's gonna be a great. It would suck if you didn't remember it that way so just take that great night, and we'll figure the rest out later."
Rory was quiet for a while, spaced out really, when Tristan ran a hand in front of her face to get her attention.
Embarassed she looked over to him.
"Hi," she said.
"Hi."
"I was just thinking."
Oh really?" he asked.
"Yeah...can I ask you a question?"
"I don't know that always seems to get me in trouble, Mary."
Rory rolled her eyes.
"Seriously," she said nudging him.
"Do you remember the day you asked me to marry you, like, like that exact moment?"
"Yeah of course," he said taking on her serious demeanor for himself.
"Knowing everything that you know now, if you had to have the moment again, do you still think you'd want to get married?"
"Yeah , some days," Tristan said, it being the first thing that came out of his mouth.
"Not everyday?" Rory asked perplexed with confusion without hestiation.
Looking somewhat confused on what to say that wouldn't get him in trouble he just stayed quiet and Rory had her answer.
"Tha- that's ok...I have to get ready anyways so I'll see you later."
"Mary-"
"No, it's ok. I'll see you there." she said heading to the bedroom and closed the door.
TO BE CONTINUED…
a/n: okay guys that's the start of the new story. tell me how you like it.
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