I don't own Gilmore Girls and the characters linked to that soap. I'm just a huge fan of the pair Tristan- Rory and i thought it would be nice to create a fanfic on the subject.I want to apologize for the level of my grammar but I'm not English.
My first fanfic is set after Love, daisies and troubadours . Don' t hesitate to review. Your point of view, even critical, would be gladly accepted.
Chapter 1: An important change
When she stopped kissing Dean, she turned to see his face. He looked so sad. She watched him letting her books on the bank and leaving. An unknown feeling overwhelmed her. She had the desire to run after him, to apologize for what she had said...But she didn't. She just stayed with her boyfriend.
And this feeling didnt' leave her troughout the summer. Sure, she was happy to hang out with her mother, Lane and Dean. Dean, she was so relieved to be with him again. After all, he was and would always be her first love. She found her so safe with him.
But it didn't prevent her from thinking about him . Tristan. Of couse, he wasn't in her mind all the time. She remembered him everytime she listened to PJ harvey, Behind blue eyes and when she saw a tall guy with blond hair. And sometimes, when Dean kissed her. Ah the kiss with Tristan on that piano bench. So sweet and at the same time, she had felt so alive. Why had she told him that she hated him? She never had fed such feelings upon him.
When the summer time went to an end, she was in away happy to go back to hell. To meet him again, to begin the banters again..Yet, it didn't turn out as she hoped. He simply didn't seem the same. He kept on flirting and making out with a lot of girls. He was still cocky. But he was a lot with two guys: Duncan and Bowman or something like that and above all, he didn't pay attention to her anymore.
In a way, that new behaviour helped her a lot in Chilton. Girls were nicer and Paris became amiable with her. She let take her in charge the music section of the Franklin. But it didn't compensate the loss. She, Rory Gilmore, missed Bible Boy, the guy who had made her schoollife a living hell, to quote her. She had to recognize it.
That situation lasted for a month. And then, one night, she decided she would speak to him.
My first fanfic is set after Love, daisies and troubadours . Don' t hesitate to review. Your point of view, even critical, would be gladly accepted.
Chapter 1: An important change
When she stopped kissing Dean, she turned to see his face. He looked so sad. She watched him letting her books on the bank and leaving. An unknown feeling overwhelmed her. She had the desire to run after him, to apologize for what she had said...But she didn't. She just stayed with her boyfriend.
And this feeling didnt' leave her troughout the summer. Sure, she was happy to hang out with her mother, Lane and Dean. Dean, she was so relieved to be with him again. After all, he was and would always be her first love. She found her so safe with him.
But it didn't prevent her from thinking about him . Tristan. Of couse, he wasn't in her mind all the time. She remembered him everytime she listened to PJ harvey, Behind blue eyes and when she saw a tall guy with blond hair. And sometimes, when Dean kissed her. Ah the kiss with Tristan on that piano bench. So sweet and at the same time, she had felt so alive. Why had she told him that she hated him? She never had fed such feelings upon him.
When the summer time went to an end, she was in away happy to go back to hell. To meet him again, to begin the banters again..Yet, it didn't turn out as she hoped. He simply didn't seem the same. He kept on flirting and making out with a lot of girls. He was still cocky. But he was a lot with two guys: Duncan and Bowman or something like that and above all, he didn't pay attention to her anymore.
In a way, that new behaviour helped her a lot in Chilton. Girls were nicer and Paris became amiable with her. She let take her in charge the music section of the Franklin. But it didn't compensate the loss. She, Rory Gilmore, missed Bible Boy, the guy who had made her schoollife a living hell, to quote her. She had to recognize it.
That situation lasted for a month. And then, one night, she decided she would speak to him.