a/n: Just a short little songfic about tristan at military school.
the song is a Justin Timberlake song (give the story a chance even
if u hate him please!) i think its called "still on my brain" or
something like that. r/r!
***
disclaimer: i don't own tristan or justin (god help me if i did!)
so don't sue me!
***
"The beautiful days are long gone
I can't seem to breathe
It feels like it hasn't been that long
Since you walked away from me."
Tristan lied down on his bunk, his thoughts once again
consumed by Rory Gilmore. His Mary. God he missed her. She used to light
up his world. And Tristan could definitely use some light in his
dismal military school life.
He had been there for three months, three long, tedious months
that kept leading him farther away from Rory. But despite the amount
of time that had passed since he had seen her, Tristan's mind could
never erase the picture of her lovely eyes filled with pain when he
said goodbye to her.
"Now, I can try to act real strong
But you and I both know
I still think of you that way."
Tristan rolled over, trying to get comfortable on his flimsy
cot. He closed his eyes, exhausted from his physically demanding day,
but he knew he wouldn't be able to fall asleep for hours. When he
would, he knew his dreams would be haunted by Rory's piercing blue
eyes.
He knew Rory was aware of his feelings for her. Now Tristan
wondered if she thought about him even half as often as he thought of
her.
"And you should know that
The beautiful lights
The star filled nights
Still don't mean a thing
Cause you are my star,
So it don't seem right
Without you here with me."
Tristan's roommate got out of bed to open the window, allowing
the cool breeze to come in. Tristan's gaze shifted to the window, taking
in the stars.
North Carolina was beautiful, he had to admit that. His military
school was located in a secluded woods, far away from society and the
noise of busy city life.
When Tristan went on a walk one day, he had found a small
clearing with lush green grass and a small brook. Tristan found himself
imagining sharing the spot with Rory. They would have a picnic, watching
the sunset, and then he could hold her in his arms while they took in
the beauty of the stars.
He turned away from the window, knowing all his hopes of having
a picnic with Rory were ridiculous.
"Now I can try and act real strong,
But you and I both know its hard for me to say
You were my soul."
Tristan had loved Rory since the second he saw her his sophomore
year at Chilton. Even though he teased her and called her "Mary" he
had always known she was the girl for him.
So he lived for their little banter sessions at her locker,
even though most of the time she was mad at him. It made no difference
to him, she kept him in line.
"When you're in love it takes time to heal
When someone's broken your heart it changes
how you feel.
Girl I thought you'd never do me that way,
But after all, I still think of you that way."
Tristan had decided to work hard to deserve Rory. He did his
best to stay out of trouble and get good grades.
But the week that he spent rehearsing for Romeo and Juliet in
Stars Hollow, he snapped. He couldn't handle chasing after Rory any longer
when all she did was chase after Dean. God Tristan hated that guy. Dean
followed Rory around like a stalker and acted like a caveman when anyone
came within a twenty foot radius of her. And Rory was "in love with him."
She was determined to make their relationship work and keep him blind
from the truth, that Tristan loved her and there was a small part of her
that loved him back.
So the frustration built up that week, and Tristan hit rock
bottom the day of the play, breaking into that damn safe.
"Now, love is a game
That we both like to play
Will I win or lose if I move or stay?
Even though I try to hide my broken heart
inside,
Girl you know me inside out
And I can't get you off my mind."
Tristan's mind wandered back a year to Madeline's party. That
whole evening seemed like some twisted game Cupid was playing with their
hearts.
Rory had just broken up with Dean the night before, and Tristan
and Summer had just called it quits. And there they were, together,
holding pleasant conversation at the piano. And then they were kissing.
And then she was running. Before he knew it, Rory was back with Dean, and
Tristan had lost his only opportunity to have Mary as his own.
"I could say that I don't love you
no more.
And I could say that I've closed
the door
On love.
And I could tell you I feel its time
for us
To go our separate ways
But Baby I just wouldn't be the same,
'Cause girl your love is, still on my brain."
Tristan let out a sigh. He knew that he should get over it,
he should let Rory go. But he also knew Rory was something he worked
for. She was a reason to get out of bed in the morning and face the
horrible day. She would give him a reason to get out of here.
"Tristan, you awake?" his roommate Kevin asked.
"Yah."
"I forgot to tell you, you got a letter today," Kevin said,
turning on a light and getting out of bed. He crossed the room to
the desk, and sorted through an array of papers until he found the
envelope. He tossed it to Tristan.
Tristan held the envelope in his hand, flipping on the light
closest to him to see it better.
It was addressed in a feminine script. He flipped the letter
over, looking for a return address. When he located it, his heart stopped.
The letter he was holding had the power to change his life.
Forever.
***
a/n: please review!
the song is a Justin Timberlake song (give the story a chance even
if u hate him please!) i think its called "still on my brain" or
something like that. r/r!
***
disclaimer: i don't own tristan or justin (god help me if i did!)
so don't sue me!
***
"The beautiful days are long gone
I can't seem to breathe
It feels like it hasn't been that long
Since you walked away from me."
Tristan lied down on his bunk, his thoughts once again
consumed by Rory Gilmore. His Mary. God he missed her. She used to light
up his world. And Tristan could definitely use some light in his
dismal military school life.
He had been there for three months, three long, tedious months
that kept leading him farther away from Rory. But despite the amount
of time that had passed since he had seen her, Tristan's mind could
never erase the picture of her lovely eyes filled with pain when he
said goodbye to her.
"Now, I can try to act real strong
But you and I both know
I still think of you that way."
Tristan rolled over, trying to get comfortable on his flimsy
cot. He closed his eyes, exhausted from his physically demanding day,
but he knew he wouldn't be able to fall asleep for hours. When he
would, he knew his dreams would be haunted by Rory's piercing blue
eyes.
He knew Rory was aware of his feelings for her. Now Tristan
wondered if she thought about him even half as often as he thought of
her.
"And you should know that
The beautiful lights
The star filled nights
Still don't mean a thing
Cause you are my star,
So it don't seem right
Without you here with me."
Tristan's roommate got out of bed to open the window, allowing
the cool breeze to come in. Tristan's gaze shifted to the window, taking
in the stars.
North Carolina was beautiful, he had to admit that. His military
school was located in a secluded woods, far away from society and the
noise of busy city life.
When Tristan went on a walk one day, he had found a small
clearing with lush green grass and a small brook. Tristan found himself
imagining sharing the spot with Rory. They would have a picnic, watching
the sunset, and then he could hold her in his arms while they took in
the beauty of the stars.
He turned away from the window, knowing all his hopes of having
a picnic with Rory were ridiculous.
"Now I can try and act real strong,
But you and I both know its hard for me to say
You were my soul."
Tristan had loved Rory since the second he saw her his sophomore
year at Chilton. Even though he teased her and called her "Mary" he
had always known she was the girl for him.
So he lived for their little banter sessions at her locker,
even though most of the time she was mad at him. It made no difference
to him, she kept him in line.
"When you're in love it takes time to heal
When someone's broken your heart it changes
how you feel.
Girl I thought you'd never do me that way,
But after all, I still think of you that way."
Tristan had decided to work hard to deserve Rory. He did his
best to stay out of trouble and get good grades.
But the week that he spent rehearsing for Romeo and Juliet in
Stars Hollow, he snapped. He couldn't handle chasing after Rory any longer
when all she did was chase after Dean. God Tristan hated that guy. Dean
followed Rory around like a stalker and acted like a caveman when anyone
came within a twenty foot radius of her. And Rory was "in love with him."
She was determined to make their relationship work and keep him blind
from the truth, that Tristan loved her and there was a small part of her
that loved him back.
So the frustration built up that week, and Tristan hit rock
bottom the day of the play, breaking into that damn safe.
"Now, love is a game
That we both like to play
Will I win or lose if I move or stay?
Even though I try to hide my broken heart
inside,
Girl you know me inside out
And I can't get you off my mind."
Tristan's mind wandered back a year to Madeline's party. That
whole evening seemed like some twisted game Cupid was playing with their
hearts.
Rory had just broken up with Dean the night before, and Tristan
and Summer had just called it quits. And there they were, together,
holding pleasant conversation at the piano. And then they were kissing.
And then she was running. Before he knew it, Rory was back with Dean, and
Tristan had lost his only opportunity to have Mary as his own.
"I could say that I don't love you
no more.
And I could say that I've closed
the door
On love.
And I could tell you I feel its time
for us
To go our separate ways
But Baby I just wouldn't be the same,
'Cause girl your love is, still on my brain."
Tristan let out a sigh. He knew that he should get over it,
he should let Rory go. But he also knew Rory was something he worked
for. She was a reason to get out of bed in the morning and face the
horrible day. She would give him a reason to get out of here.
"Tristan, you awake?" his roommate Kevin asked.
"Yah."
"I forgot to tell you, you got a letter today," Kevin said,
turning on a light and getting out of bed. He crossed the room to
the desk, and sorted through an array of papers until he found the
envelope. He tossed it to Tristan.
Tristan held the envelope in his hand, flipping on the light
closest to him to see it better.
It was addressed in a feminine script. He flipped the letter
over, looking for a return address. When he located it, his heart stopped.
The letter he was holding had the power to change his life.
Forever.
***
a/n: please review!