Title~ Inescapable Dreams
Author~ Nikki
Pairing~ Rory and Tristan
Rating~ R for language and some sexual content later on, rating MAY change.
Rights~ I do not own these people, but if I owned Tristan he would… well how about I just keep that to myself… {Evil laugh}
Spoilers~ None, this is just due to my crazy mind.
Feedback~ YES! Pretty please with whipped cream, caramel, hot chocolate syrup and cherries on top, ok now I am feeling fat and hungry after that one.
Author Note~ I haven't been on this website in forever on my name, literally. So I go on and I see these stories I haven't finished and I don't even remember this one and I was reading it and I remember what I wanted to do with it, so I decided to just write more of this fic since I haven't done that in a really long time. I have no idea where the hell I am heading with this so bare with me and any ideas you have are welcomed. I reposted what I already have and changed some stuff around so I recommend reading it again. Without any other further ado here it goes…
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Inescapable Dreams
-Flashback-
"Tristan I hate you! Tristan I hate you! Tristan I hate you! Tristan I hate you…"
-End Flashback-
"Ahhh!" Tristan called out as he woke up in a cold sweat. He had been having this dream constantly for the past 3 weeks. It was all because of her too.
'How could she hate me? Was I really that bad to her?' wondered Tristan, as he turned his head in a 90 degree angle to see his clock. It read 5:28. "Damn! I only get to sleep another two whole minutes before I have to get ready for my annual DuGrey beach outing." He mumbled to himself as he pulled himself out of his nice warm bed and into the shower to sooth his nerves.
-30 minutes later-
"Tristan hurry up!" Came the shrill calling of Tristan's mother's voice from down the stairs. "We cannot be late! Let's move it!" Came her annoyed voice once more.
"I'm coming!" Tristan hollered down to her as he put the last touches of gel into his dark blonde hair, as he strived to get it to its usual messy, tousled look.
About five minutes later Tristan came trudging down the stairs with his two suitcases, two pillows and his sleeping bag. Tristan could not hold all these things even though he was built very well and soon enough both pillows and the sleeping bag came tumbling down the steps, hitting Mrs. DuGrey and nearly knocking her over from the impact.
"Tristan, it would have been much easier if you would have just made two trips down for your stuff instead of nearly knocking me down because you are too lazy to make two trips." Mrs. DuGrey's icy tone greeted Tristan as he made it to the bottom of the long stairwell.
"Well then perhaps next time I may have enough brain power to do that." Tristan shot back as he snatched up all his items and went out the front door to his Lamborghini Diablo. He put all his belongings into it and sat in his car and waited for his parents to pack all their belongings into their SUV before they started off on their annual trip to their beach house.
* * *
"Tristan has been in more of a bad mood even for him lately," Mrs. DuGrey dryly told her husband as she followed him out to their SUV.
"I will have a quick talk with him before we leave then," Mr. DuGrey told his wife as he began walking toward Tristan's car.
Mr. DuGrey knocked on Tristan's window as Tristan hesitantly rolled it down slowly. "You may not have been informed yet, but we are meeting another family down there and you better snap out of this shitty mood real fast if you don't want to have a month of hell down there. And trust me Tristan it will be real easy for me to make those four weeks a living hell. It can be one of the best four weeks of your life, or four of the worst its your pick." Tristan's father informed him then walked away briskly before Tristan could even open his mouth for a reply.
"What the hell is this? We are going there with another family? What the fuck!" Tristan scream aloud to no one in particular. "This is going to definitely be the worst month regardless of what my father does to me." An enraged Tristan then dug through his numerous CDs, finally finding what he was looking for. He placed the CD into the player then skimmed through the CD finally coming to the song he was looking for- number 11. "This is more like it," he said as the song "Fight Music" came streaming through the speakers as Tristan increased the volume to a deafening level.
This kinda music
Use it and you get in to do shit
Whenever you hear some shit
And you can't refuse this
Just some shit
For these kids to trash their rooms with
Just refuse whenever they asked to do shit
The type of shit
That you don't have to ask who produced it
You just know
That's the new shit
The type of shit that causes mass confusion
And drastic movement of people acting stupid
As this D12 song came to an end Tristan instantly felt more at ease. 'It seems like I'm not the only one who has this kind of problems…' he thought to himself as he sped well over the speed limit wanting to just get this over with already.
Before Tristan knew it he was pulling up the driveway to his multi-million dollar beach house right on the beach. This was by far Tristan's favorite place to be, it was just too bad that this year it was going to suck big time.
* * *
Grudgingly Tristan finally got out of his car after waiting in it ten minutes to cool his nerves some more in case of a potential encounter with his parents. Even the five and a half hour drive there wasn't even nearly enough to fully prepare him for what was to come.
Deciding that he could this time make the two trips his mother suggested he do, he grabbed his two suitcases and made his way into the foyer of the house. He noticed that his parents were in the kitchen as well as his grandfather, they seemed to be involved in a heavy conversation with some other adults he could only see the backs to that he figured were the people that would be staying with them here. So he figured he was saved from all the bitching they would be throwing at him later.
As Tristan made his way up to the third story of the house he couldn't help but wonder who the other adults he could only see the backs of were. Some of the voices seemed very familiar to him, but yet he could not put his finger onto whom it was.
When Tristan made it to the top of the steps he dropped his suitcases loudly on the top landing of the stairs and heaved a sigh. He then picked up his suitcases again and was about to make his way to his bedroom, which was the second and final door on the right. There were only two bedrooms and a bathroom upstairs so he enjoyed that no one ever bothered to come upstairs and he could always be alone to do whatever he pleased.
Once he started to walk down the hall he noticed that the first door on the right was slightly closed and he could see the rays of sun shining through the crack in the door. This was unusual since the doors were always open on this floor, 'what could that be?' Tristan wondered as he once again placed down his suitcases and pushed the door open with his foot without even thinking twice about it.
He glanced into the room and at once saw nothing unusual about it and saw no one inside of it. "Whatever," Tristan mumbled to himself and made his way to his room.
Finally inside his room, he proceeded to place his suitcases onto the side of his bed to unpack later and made his way down the steps to go get his pillows, sleeping bag and some other random things from his car.
Before arriving back at his car, Tristan decided that he wanted to take a quick look around and ventured around the side of the house looking at the marvelous view in front of him. He sat on the sand in silence for a few minutes then realized he was hungry.
He made his way back to his car and grabbed all his necessities and made his way back upstairs dumping all the contents onto his comfy queen sized bed. He figured he would go out to the local hangout, say hi to his friends from around here and grab a bite to eat. Before doing so he decided to go to the bathroom before he left.
When he reached the bathroom door it was closed, which was unusual like the other door being partially closed. Again, without thinking twice about it Tristan turned the doorknob unprepared of what he would find on the other side.
Once the door opened he instantly got hit with a bunch of steam as he peered through the steam he got a glimpse of something he never in his life thought he would see.
Rory. Rory Gilmore. Rory naked. Rory Gilmore naked. She was dripping wet and had just gotten out of the shower. At first her back was facing him, as she turned around never realizing that the door had been opened. She had been looking at the floor still not realizing the door was open and Tristan stood there gaping at her naked body. Tristan couldn't move or speak; all he could do was stare. Subconsciously he knew he should look away, for Rory would freak if she knew he had been looking at her unclothed as she came out of the shower.
Quietly he closed the door without her noticing that he had seen her at all or that the door had been opened. This was something major. Rory was going to be in his beach house with him for four whole weeks! And now as he stood in front of the bathroom door he could still picture how beautiful she looked standing there with nothing on. He had quickly memorized every curve of her lovely body. He definitely anticipated on seeing that more times as the weeks followed.
As he stepped away from the door, he looked into the room next to his; he now noticed 3 suitcases on the far side of the bed hidden unless you walked in.
'Yes! Oh my God, she is staying on the same floor as me, for one whole month! Nobody will ever come up here…' Tristan thought as he made his way outside again and preceded the ten-minute drive into town to eat. Although he had lost his appetite he didn't want Rory to know what had happened and he figured he would have to talk to her later, well maybe more than that…
As soon as Tristan's 2001 Lamborghini Diablo pulled up to Bobby's he instantly noticed all the heads in the restaurant turn his way.
'Wow, nice way to start a new month here,' he thought as he hopped out of his car.
Tristan began to make his way into the diner and immediately heard a whole gang of girls cooing out his name. He just cast one glance in their direction and they all virtually melted away just from his look.
An old buddy of his greeted him as he walked over to the corner table where all his 'peeps' hung out down here.
"Yo T! How you been man?" His friend Jesse instantly asked him.
"Hey! Its all been good!" Tristan greeted them all by giving each of the 5 guys around the table a shake.
"This is Kevin, Steve, John, and Cody," Jesse told him and pointed to each of the guys around the table.
"Nice to meet you all," Tristan nodded, not caring how dorky he probably sounded at what he had said.
"So T, any girls we should know about?" Jesse asked him elbowing him in the ribs as an added joke.
"Well… there is this one girl…" Tristan admitted.
"DuGrey has found himself a woman!" Cody hooted
"This I most definitely have got to hear!" Added Jesse.
"Well, she's not really-" Tristan started out before being interrupted by the jingling of the bells on the door and an abrupt yell.
"Tristan there you are!" An obviously exhausted Rory called out to him. "I have been looking everywhere for you! Nobody knew where you went, so then I decided to come into town and look for you. I mean since you weren't in your room, and since you were nowhere in the house. Nobody saw you for a while either," Rory babbled on and a couple of the guys faces matched the amused look that Tristan's face portrayed. "I just wanted to say 'hi' I guess and see how you were…" She stopped talking almost as abruptly as she started realizing she was babbling.
"Hello Rory." Tristan said to her calmly, a hint of laughter in his voice. "I'm glad that you are so very excited to see me." He told her honestly, but added a bit of arrogance to his voice to show off to his boys.
Then, much to Rory's surprise, Tristan pulled her into him for a hug. Rory found it hard to breathe all of the sudden. His smell was intoxicating to her, as was her smell to Tristan. As Rory's back was turned to the rest of the clan, Tristan noticed Steve nod his head a couple time in obvious agreement that he liked what he saw. Jesse in turn mouthed the word 'nice' to him. All Tristan could do was slap on a cocky grin in making the guys think Rory was the girl that he was involved with. At least he hoped she would be by the time this vacation was over with.
After a minute Tristan was finally the one to break out of their grasp much to both's dismay.
"Rory, do you want to head back to my place for a little while now?" Tristan asked her getting lost in the beyond blue depths of her eyes. He was silently hoping that she would say 'yes,' not wanting to press his luck more then it was already.
With no hesitation at all came Rory's quick, but quiet reply, "yes."
"Let us go then," Tristan told her grasping her hand in his as he made his way out the door with Rory right behind. He quickly cast a backward glance at his buddies and silently mouthed the word 'later' to them.
Jesse nodded back in agreement, noticing the change in Tristan's attitude as soon as this Rory girl walked in. He knew that this would not be the end of seeing these two lovebirds.
- Outside -
As the two were walking out, still holding the others hand a comfortable silence filled between them.
"So, did you want to go back to the house then?" Tristan asked Rory curiously.
"Yeah. Let's go there and we can unpack and then maybe we can even come back out around here and grab a bite to eat later." Rory suggested in a babblish manor.
"Ok, we can play it by year," Tristan said as he opened up the doors to his stylish car.
"Oh my god! You have got to be kidding! This is your car?!" Rory proclaimed, excitement seeping through her at this realization.
"Yeah. Of course," Tristan told her as if it was nothing at all.
"But you have a Lamborghini!" Rory protested. "A Lamborghini Diablo. That is mad money and mad hot."
"I guess, it was a present from my grandfather," Tristan told her, "you'll be able to meet him sometime, that is if you haven't already." He stammered.
"I would love to meet him sometime," Rory told Tristan sincerely as the two of them sat in the car engaged in conversation.
"Hey, and maybe if you're lucky I'll even let you drive this baby one day…" Tristan told Rory hoping she would accept so he could spend more time with her.
"As much as I'd love to drive it, I'm not sure if I would be willing to take the risk of driving it." Rory told him honestly.
"I understand," he said slightly disappointed, "let's head back now, ok?"
"Sure, let's."
- At the house 1 hour later -
"Rory are you all done unpacking yet?" Tristan asked her as he walked into her bedroom.
"Just about," she replied as she put a few more shirts into one of the drawers. Next she picked up a single bathing suit she had lying on the bed and tucked that into the drawer as well. "Yup, now I am done."
"Great, so where did you want to head to now?" Tristan asked Rory.
"Well its getting kinda late, so I am a bit hungry," she admitted casting a brisk glance at her watch.
"So am I. So where to?"
"I was actually thinking maybe we could go grab something to eat and bring it to the beach and watch the sunset?" Rory told Tristan in an inquiring manor.
"Sure, we can go pick up take out from Bobby's and head to the beach and eat it while we watch the sunset." Tristan relayed to Rory
"Sounds like a plan," She smiled.
"Yea, a very romantic one if I do say so myself," Tristan winked at her.
"Haha! Only you Tristan would think of it like that!" She proclaimed to him hitting him gently on the arm.
"Yea and you know you like it!" He coaxed her on enjoying their little banter.
"My my Tristan. What am I going to do with you?" She asked.
"So now you're possessive of me? Now Rory I never thought that you'd be the type to posses their significant other." He ridiculed her.
"How did I all of the sudden become possessive?" Rory asked him defensively.
"Simple. You called me MY Tristan." Tristan paused when he saw her give him a whatever look, "therefore you became possessive of me." He told her matter-of-factly.
"When will you ever learn that I will not ever like you that way?" She asked Tristan sardonically.
"Ouch Mary. That really hurts." Tristan told Rory truthfully, but her never realizing it.
"You'll get over it." She told him as she went ahead of him and stood next to the car.
Changing the subject Tristan asked Rory, "Do you want to walk or drive?"
"Hmm, lets walk." She told him after a moment of pondering. "It's such a beautiful night out."
"Yup, and its only the first of a whole months worth…" Tristan trailed on.
"And what is that supposed to mean?" Rory asked him quizzically.
"Anything you want it to."
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Author~ Nikki
Pairing~ Rory and Tristan
Rating~ R for language and some sexual content later on, rating MAY change.
Rights~ I do not own these people, but if I owned Tristan he would… well how about I just keep that to myself… {Evil laugh}
Spoilers~ None, this is just due to my crazy mind.
Feedback~ YES! Pretty please with whipped cream, caramel, hot chocolate syrup and cherries on top, ok now I am feeling fat and hungry after that one.
Author Note~ I haven't been on this website in forever on my name, literally. So I go on and I see these stories I haven't finished and I don't even remember this one and I was reading it and I remember what I wanted to do with it, so I decided to just write more of this fic since I haven't done that in a really long time. I have no idea where the hell I am heading with this so bare with me and any ideas you have are welcomed. I reposted what I already have and changed some stuff around so I recommend reading it again. Without any other further ado here it goes…
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Inescapable Dreams
-Flashback-
"Tristan I hate you! Tristan I hate you! Tristan I hate you! Tristan I hate you…"
-End Flashback-
"Ahhh!" Tristan called out as he woke up in a cold sweat. He had been having this dream constantly for the past 3 weeks. It was all because of her too.
'How could she hate me? Was I really that bad to her?' wondered Tristan, as he turned his head in a 90 degree angle to see his clock. It read 5:28. "Damn! I only get to sleep another two whole minutes before I have to get ready for my annual DuGrey beach outing." He mumbled to himself as he pulled himself out of his nice warm bed and into the shower to sooth his nerves.
-30 minutes later-
"Tristan hurry up!" Came the shrill calling of Tristan's mother's voice from down the stairs. "We cannot be late! Let's move it!" Came her annoyed voice once more.
"I'm coming!" Tristan hollered down to her as he put the last touches of gel into his dark blonde hair, as he strived to get it to its usual messy, tousled look.
About five minutes later Tristan came trudging down the stairs with his two suitcases, two pillows and his sleeping bag. Tristan could not hold all these things even though he was built very well and soon enough both pillows and the sleeping bag came tumbling down the steps, hitting Mrs. DuGrey and nearly knocking her over from the impact.
"Tristan, it would have been much easier if you would have just made two trips down for your stuff instead of nearly knocking me down because you are too lazy to make two trips." Mrs. DuGrey's icy tone greeted Tristan as he made it to the bottom of the long stairwell.
"Well then perhaps next time I may have enough brain power to do that." Tristan shot back as he snatched up all his items and went out the front door to his Lamborghini Diablo. He put all his belongings into it and sat in his car and waited for his parents to pack all their belongings into their SUV before they started off on their annual trip to their beach house.
* * *
"Tristan has been in more of a bad mood even for him lately," Mrs. DuGrey dryly told her husband as she followed him out to their SUV.
"I will have a quick talk with him before we leave then," Mr. DuGrey told his wife as he began walking toward Tristan's car.
Mr. DuGrey knocked on Tristan's window as Tristan hesitantly rolled it down slowly. "You may not have been informed yet, but we are meeting another family down there and you better snap out of this shitty mood real fast if you don't want to have a month of hell down there. And trust me Tristan it will be real easy for me to make those four weeks a living hell. It can be one of the best four weeks of your life, or four of the worst its your pick." Tristan's father informed him then walked away briskly before Tristan could even open his mouth for a reply.
"What the hell is this? We are going there with another family? What the fuck!" Tristan scream aloud to no one in particular. "This is going to definitely be the worst month regardless of what my father does to me." An enraged Tristan then dug through his numerous CDs, finally finding what he was looking for. He placed the CD into the player then skimmed through the CD finally coming to the song he was looking for- number 11. "This is more like it," he said as the song "Fight Music" came streaming through the speakers as Tristan increased the volume to a deafening level.
This kinda music
Use it and you get in to do shit
Whenever you hear some shit
And you can't refuse this
Just some shit
For these kids to trash their rooms with
Just refuse whenever they asked to do shit
The type of shit
That you don't have to ask who produced it
You just know
That's the new shit
The type of shit that causes mass confusion
And drastic movement of people acting stupid
As this D12 song came to an end Tristan instantly felt more at ease. 'It seems like I'm not the only one who has this kind of problems…' he thought to himself as he sped well over the speed limit wanting to just get this over with already.
Before Tristan knew it he was pulling up the driveway to his multi-million dollar beach house right on the beach. This was by far Tristan's favorite place to be, it was just too bad that this year it was going to suck big time.
* * *
Grudgingly Tristan finally got out of his car after waiting in it ten minutes to cool his nerves some more in case of a potential encounter with his parents. Even the five and a half hour drive there wasn't even nearly enough to fully prepare him for what was to come.
Deciding that he could this time make the two trips his mother suggested he do, he grabbed his two suitcases and made his way into the foyer of the house. He noticed that his parents were in the kitchen as well as his grandfather, they seemed to be involved in a heavy conversation with some other adults he could only see the backs to that he figured were the people that would be staying with them here. So he figured he was saved from all the bitching they would be throwing at him later.
As Tristan made his way up to the third story of the house he couldn't help but wonder who the other adults he could only see the backs of were. Some of the voices seemed very familiar to him, but yet he could not put his finger onto whom it was.
When Tristan made it to the top of the steps he dropped his suitcases loudly on the top landing of the stairs and heaved a sigh. He then picked up his suitcases again and was about to make his way to his bedroom, which was the second and final door on the right. There were only two bedrooms and a bathroom upstairs so he enjoyed that no one ever bothered to come upstairs and he could always be alone to do whatever he pleased.
Once he started to walk down the hall he noticed that the first door on the right was slightly closed and he could see the rays of sun shining through the crack in the door. This was unusual since the doors were always open on this floor, 'what could that be?' Tristan wondered as he once again placed down his suitcases and pushed the door open with his foot without even thinking twice about it.
He glanced into the room and at once saw nothing unusual about it and saw no one inside of it. "Whatever," Tristan mumbled to himself and made his way to his room.
Finally inside his room, he proceeded to place his suitcases onto the side of his bed to unpack later and made his way down the steps to go get his pillows, sleeping bag and some other random things from his car.
Before arriving back at his car, Tristan decided that he wanted to take a quick look around and ventured around the side of the house looking at the marvelous view in front of him. He sat on the sand in silence for a few minutes then realized he was hungry.
He made his way back to his car and grabbed all his necessities and made his way back upstairs dumping all the contents onto his comfy queen sized bed. He figured he would go out to the local hangout, say hi to his friends from around here and grab a bite to eat. Before doing so he decided to go to the bathroom before he left.
When he reached the bathroom door it was closed, which was unusual like the other door being partially closed. Again, without thinking twice about it Tristan turned the doorknob unprepared of what he would find on the other side.
Once the door opened he instantly got hit with a bunch of steam as he peered through the steam he got a glimpse of something he never in his life thought he would see.
Rory. Rory Gilmore. Rory naked. Rory Gilmore naked. She was dripping wet and had just gotten out of the shower. At first her back was facing him, as she turned around never realizing that the door had been opened. She had been looking at the floor still not realizing the door was open and Tristan stood there gaping at her naked body. Tristan couldn't move or speak; all he could do was stare. Subconsciously he knew he should look away, for Rory would freak if she knew he had been looking at her unclothed as she came out of the shower.
Quietly he closed the door without her noticing that he had seen her at all or that the door had been opened. This was something major. Rory was going to be in his beach house with him for four whole weeks! And now as he stood in front of the bathroom door he could still picture how beautiful she looked standing there with nothing on. He had quickly memorized every curve of her lovely body. He definitely anticipated on seeing that more times as the weeks followed.
As he stepped away from the door, he looked into the room next to his; he now noticed 3 suitcases on the far side of the bed hidden unless you walked in.
'Yes! Oh my God, she is staying on the same floor as me, for one whole month! Nobody will ever come up here…' Tristan thought as he made his way outside again and preceded the ten-minute drive into town to eat. Although he had lost his appetite he didn't want Rory to know what had happened and he figured he would have to talk to her later, well maybe more than that…
As soon as Tristan's 2001 Lamborghini Diablo pulled up to Bobby's he instantly noticed all the heads in the restaurant turn his way.
'Wow, nice way to start a new month here,' he thought as he hopped out of his car.
Tristan began to make his way into the diner and immediately heard a whole gang of girls cooing out his name. He just cast one glance in their direction and they all virtually melted away just from his look.
An old buddy of his greeted him as he walked over to the corner table where all his 'peeps' hung out down here.
"Yo T! How you been man?" His friend Jesse instantly asked him.
"Hey! Its all been good!" Tristan greeted them all by giving each of the 5 guys around the table a shake.
"This is Kevin, Steve, John, and Cody," Jesse told him and pointed to each of the guys around the table.
"Nice to meet you all," Tristan nodded, not caring how dorky he probably sounded at what he had said.
"So T, any girls we should know about?" Jesse asked him elbowing him in the ribs as an added joke.
"Well… there is this one girl…" Tristan admitted.
"DuGrey has found himself a woman!" Cody hooted
"This I most definitely have got to hear!" Added Jesse.
"Well, she's not really-" Tristan started out before being interrupted by the jingling of the bells on the door and an abrupt yell.
"Tristan there you are!" An obviously exhausted Rory called out to him. "I have been looking everywhere for you! Nobody knew where you went, so then I decided to come into town and look for you. I mean since you weren't in your room, and since you were nowhere in the house. Nobody saw you for a while either," Rory babbled on and a couple of the guys faces matched the amused look that Tristan's face portrayed. "I just wanted to say 'hi' I guess and see how you were…" She stopped talking almost as abruptly as she started realizing she was babbling.
"Hello Rory." Tristan said to her calmly, a hint of laughter in his voice. "I'm glad that you are so very excited to see me." He told her honestly, but added a bit of arrogance to his voice to show off to his boys.
Then, much to Rory's surprise, Tristan pulled her into him for a hug. Rory found it hard to breathe all of the sudden. His smell was intoxicating to her, as was her smell to Tristan. As Rory's back was turned to the rest of the clan, Tristan noticed Steve nod his head a couple time in obvious agreement that he liked what he saw. Jesse in turn mouthed the word 'nice' to him. All Tristan could do was slap on a cocky grin in making the guys think Rory was the girl that he was involved with. At least he hoped she would be by the time this vacation was over with.
After a minute Tristan was finally the one to break out of their grasp much to both's dismay.
"Rory, do you want to head back to my place for a little while now?" Tristan asked her getting lost in the beyond blue depths of her eyes. He was silently hoping that she would say 'yes,' not wanting to press his luck more then it was already.
With no hesitation at all came Rory's quick, but quiet reply, "yes."
"Let us go then," Tristan told her grasping her hand in his as he made his way out the door with Rory right behind. He quickly cast a backward glance at his buddies and silently mouthed the word 'later' to them.
Jesse nodded back in agreement, noticing the change in Tristan's attitude as soon as this Rory girl walked in. He knew that this would not be the end of seeing these two lovebirds.
- Outside -
As the two were walking out, still holding the others hand a comfortable silence filled between them.
"So, did you want to go back to the house then?" Tristan asked Rory curiously.
"Yeah. Let's go there and we can unpack and then maybe we can even come back out around here and grab a bite to eat later." Rory suggested in a babblish manor.
"Ok, we can play it by year," Tristan said as he opened up the doors to his stylish car.
"Oh my god! You have got to be kidding! This is your car?!" Rory proclaimed, excitement seeping through her at this realization.
"Yeah. Of course," Tristan told her as if it was nothing at all.
"But you have a Lamborghini!" Rory protested. "A Lamborghini Diablo. That is mad money and mad hot."
"I guess, it was a present from my grandfather," Tristan told her, "you'll be able to meet him sometime, that is if you haven't already." He stammered.
"I would love to meet him sometime," Rory told Tristan sincerely as the two of them sat in the car engaged in conversation.
"Hey, and maybe if you're lucky I'll even let you drive this baby one day…" Tristan told Rory hoping she would accept so he could spend more time with her.
"As much as I'd love to drive it, I'm not sure if I would be willing to take the risk of driving it." Rory told him honestly.
"I understand," he said slightly disappointed, "let's head back now, ok?"
"Sure, let's."
- At the house 1 hour later -
"Rory are you all done unpacking yet?" Tristan asked her as he walked into her bedroom.
"Just about," she replied as she put a few more shirts into one of the drawers. Next she picked up a single bathing suit she had lying on the bed and tucked that into the drawer as well. "Yup, now I am done."
"Great, so where did you want to head to now?" Tristan asked Rory.
"Well its getting kinda late, so I am a bit hungry," she admitted casting a brisk glance at her watch.
"So am I. So where to?"
"I was actually thinking maybe we could go grab something to eat and bring it to the beach and watch the sunset?" Rory told Tristan in an inquiring manor.
"Sure, we can go pick up take out from Bobby's and head to the beach and eat it while we watch the sunset." Tristan relayed to Rory
"Sounds like a plan," She smiled.
"Yea, a very romantic one if I do say so myself," Tristan winked at her.
"Haha! Only you Tristan would think of it like that!" She proclaimed to him hitting him gently on the arm.
"Yea and you know you like it!" He coaxed her on enjoying their little banter.
"My my Tristan. What am I going to do with you?" She asked.
"So now you're possessive of me? Now Rory I never thought that you'd be the type to posses their significant other." He ridiculed her.
"How did I all of the sudden become possessive?" Rory asked him defensively.
"Simple. You called me MY Tristan." Tristan paused when he saw her give him a whatever look, "therefore you became possessive of me." He told her matter-of-factly.
"When will you ever learn that I will not ever like you that way?" She asked Tristan sardonically.
"Ouch Mary. That really hurts." Tristan told Rory truthfully, but her never realizing it.
"You'll get over it." She told him as she went ahead of him and stood next to the car.
Changing the subject Tristan asked Rory, "Do you want to walk or drive?"
"Hmm, lets walk." She told him after a moment of pondering. "It's such a beautiful night out."
"Yup, and its only the first of a whole months worth…" Tristan trailed on.
"And what is that supposed to mean?" Rory asked him quizzically.
"Anything you want it to."
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