Disclaimer: I own nothing for WB and its affiliates do, otherwise Tristin will still be on GG and Dean would never have existed.
Pairing: R/T eventually
Rating: PG for certain words and in other chapters.
Summary: Rory and Tristin meet again before the start of Year 12 (Senior Year)
Spoiler: Pretty much anything up to 'Runaway, Little Boy'
A/N: My first fanfic, therefore I am sorry if it is crap or someone else has written a story similar like mine. I don't know whether this will be it or whether I shall continue. Anyway, I am Australian. Therefore the story will have an Aussie approach. I'm going to try to focus the story on Tristin so please ignore any discrepancies as I am neither a guy nor am I filthy rich. Oh, and I've only seen up to the Star-crossed lovers and other strangers. Reviews appreciated.
It can't be you…Chapter 1
Parking his silver Mercedes-Benz next to a silver Audi A3, the six-foot, scruffy blonde haired, blue eyed seventeen year old observed the half filled expansive car park. Almost every second car was some car associated with the rich. It did not surprise him for he was in the more affluent part of town, though, he thought most would be abroad or even at the country club for it was a magnificent summer's day.
Turning the engine off, he contemplated about going into the air-conditioned mall. He knew that, though still fairly early in the morning, he was sure to run into his old classmates. It was not that he did not wish to see them, but rather them seeing him and questioning his absence otherwise he would have gone to the country club. Frankly, he did not want to tell them the truth, though rumours were that he was sent to a boarding school in Australia. It was far from the truth but he did not care. Only one person knew the truth and he highly doubted that she cared.
Quickly, he emerged from his car and headed towards the double entrance of the mall. With his head down, hoping not to be seen, he quickly walked to his favourite store, Borders. He loved the store, for it contained so many books. He would often spend hours at the store, if he had nothing to do, but very few people knew about his love for the store.
Dressed in a blue-checkered button down shirt and blue walkshorts, he walked towards the store. He was surprised, yet relieved that no one had noticed him. He headed straight to the English Literature section, one of his favourite, and today, there was one thing he wanted to find, and buy. Reading had always been one of his favourite pastime but few knew of this. In the high society he lived in, it was not appropriate to be known for having a passion for reading as it was considered weak trait. It was acceptable to excel in sport and the social arena but academically it was almost the opposite. It was accepted to be smart, intelligent but not to be a bookworm. It was for this reason he hid this passion from his classmates and even his parents.
During his stint at a Military School in North Carolina, his father's so-called way of rehabilitation of his bad behaviour and punishment of attempting to blacken the family name, he reflected a great deal during his eleven years at Chilton, a prestigious preparatory school in Hartford. From day one, he stood out from the rest of the crowd. It made sense as was he was from one of the most influential families in Hartford. His classmates wanted to befriend him as that enhanced their social status, and later, girls wanted to date him so they could become popular. He never wanted to be part of the shallow crowd but there was nothing he could do for they were all shallow with the exception of a handful. From an early stage, he was shunned away from the world of love, where families would do all sorts of things with their children. Instead, he was introduced to the world of emotionless- never show your true feelings or else you are weak. From this latter world, he became the person he was. On the outer, he was brimming with confidence, knew what to do when it came to the opposite sex and appeared to be in control at all times. However, in the inner, he yearned to be love, to escape from the world of superficiality.
He had to admit, Chilton was not that bad, when compared to Military School anyway. He hated it at times, mainly due to the hostile environment. Students were wealthy and loved to compare their wealth with one another. They also preyed on gossip. They loved gossip. He knew most of the students there since kindergarten and to be perfectly honest, they eventually became boring. He wanted a challenge, someone who was different. Someone who chose to be individual rather than put up an act to fit into the crowd. Only one person chose to be an individual but he never had a chance to know her. He noticed her from afar but never took the opportunity to know her. For a few weeks, he considered themselves as friends but he screwed up. He always screwed up around those he truly wanted to befriend.
Military School, he thought, was hell. Chilton was hell on its worse days with an overly obsessive amount of homework, but was still better than Military School. At home, he did not have to do anything. Everything was done for him, but in a way, he was glad, thankful for Military School. It taught him to work for things and that nothing should be taken for granted. It showed him the world of commoners, of those who did not have as much money as him. Still, despite Military School changing him for the best, he still hated it.
Scanning the vast amounts of book, he finally found the section he wanted. Shakespeare. He enjoyed Shakespeare's work, particularly his plays. He did not have a favourite play because he liked them all the same but for different reasons. He had most of Shakespeare's works at home but he wanted to buy a special copy of one of the plays. A love tragedy. Sitting on the top shelve, he found it. Reaching his hand to grab his, he noticed someone else also wanted something from the top shelve. It was a female, slightly shorter than him with brown hair. Placing a hand on the book, the other person also touched it.
Unwilling to let the book go, he pulled on it, despite his opponent reluctant to give it up. Turning to face her, he was ready to explain to her the importance of the book.
He gasped.
She looked shocked.
"Rory?" he whispered, unable to believe whom he was seeing in front of him.
"Tristin?" the brunette mumbled.
The copy of Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet fell silently to floor as to two teenagers stood gaping at each other.
