Title: Leaving Normal
Author: Amira
Disclaimer: Gilmore Girls and its characters belong to Amy Sherman Palladino for Dorothy Parker Drank Here Productions and Hofflund/Polone in association with the CW network. I don't own them, if I did Tristan would be all mine.
Rating: T
Summary: A moment happens and before you know it your life is changed forever. You're changed. The infamous kiss shared between Rory and Tristan stirs up something more than they both could have possibly imagined. Trory.
AN (1): This is my first attempt at fanfiction, let alone a Gilmore Girl piece, so be gentle please!
(2): Both Rory and Tristan will appear to be a little OOC. But it's a story so I'm making use of my creative license.
(3): I kinda struggled with writing Tristan in this chapter. I'm not sure if he's coming across the way I want him too for later chapters but I'm absolutely knackered trying to fiddle with it anymore so I decided to hell and just post. Well regardless I hope you all enjoy it:)
Reviews: Greatly appreciated! Thank you all so much for the reviews. Hugz to you all! It makes me feel all warm and tingly inside. To 'Rose' about the caterpillar thing – this was actually briefly mentioned by Lorelai in an episode (5.12 I think) as something Rory did once when she was younger.
Leaving Normal
Chapter 1: Begin With A Kiss …
She enters his circle
surrounded by smoke
It begins with a kiss fire
flares with passion released
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Lane and Rory stood silently facing each other on the porch of the Crapshack in front of the front door. Rory herself had seen better days. Her eyes rimmed red, hair slightly mussed; she stood clutching herself looking deathly pale. Lane stood in front of Rory looking concerned and shot her an expectant look. Rory just remained silent and Lane sighed.
"You know I'm not going anywhere until you start talking." Lane said quietly.
"I'm okay Lane." She said softly, her voice croaky from crying.
Lane's eyebrows rose up at this and she crossed her arms in front of her chest defiantly. She shot Rory a disbelieving look.
"What happened, Rory? One minute everything is good. You're reading your book, I'm dancing with Henry. Everything's alright. And then all of a sudden, the next thing I know you're bawling your eyes out, nearly yanking my arm off by the way, out of the party. That is not okay. That is not nothing. That is something. You. Crying. Crying is something. Crying doesn't equal okay."
Rory allowed her self a small smile at Lane's obvious worry and care for her best friend, but she couldn't explain it herself just yet. She needed some alone-time first. "Lane I'm really okay. It's just with Dean and-" She allowed herself to take a calming breath. "I just …. I just need to figure some stuff out. I promise I will call you and fill you in later."
Lane looked like she was about to protest but Rory stopped her, holding up one hand in defense, "I promise, Lane."
Lane nodded reluctantly, not liking it one bit but she knew that Rory could be stubborn when she wanted to be. She opened the front door, grabbed her remaining things from the hallway and headed out towards home.
Rory closed the front door quietly behind her, heart pounding, tear tracks dried upon her pale face. Sliding downwards against the cool glass, her breathing becoming more ragged and she let the night's events wash over her.
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(¸.´ ¸.•´'Flashback´
They sat in silence for a few minutes. It was like they had formed some semi kinda truce of sorts. He actually apologized for his behavior towards her and she actually accepted it. Both could attribute it to the hurt and vulnerability they were both feeling but they both meant their words. And so an uneasy silence enveloped them, both of them feeling the awkwardness of the situation.
"Oh man, it's a great party huh?" Tristan sighed ruefully, the sarcasm tingeing his soft spoken words.
Rory smiled, "Yeah not bad. It gave me a chance to catch up on my reading."
Tristan stifled the urge to laugh. Reading at a party. "You are very odd, you know that?" Unlike anyone he'd ever known.
"Thank you" She replied good-naturedly. Their eyes meet slightly startled. They were having dare-say it; an actual conversation.
"You're welcome." He paused, not really thinking as he was drawn inwards by an unknown deeper connection.
Her breath hitched. He had assaulted her senses so suddenly. She could taste his smell. Peppermint, aftershave and something that could only be described as distinctly male. Goosebumps covered her skin in anticipation. She heard his silent question as her eyes drowned in his. Ever so slowly his mouth descended upon hers, slightly brushing her soft sweet lips against his own.
Her body instantly electrified, a smooth intense current began coursing through her veins. He tasted like chocolate. She wasn't expecting that. Not that she'd given it much thought. But she thought he'd taste like… tobacco & whiskey or something.
Not something so sweet.
So … intense.
So … addictive.
So … different to Dean…
And with that startling thought, the tears began to flow.
Tristan pulled away startled as the undeniable taste of salt mingled in with her vanilla and coffee sweetness. Shit! She's crying. The fact hit like a thunder bolt shattering the clouded hazy world he had just submerged himself in.
"I'm sorry ... What did I do? Did I bite your lip or something?" Tristan probed, dazed by the intensity of the emotions swirling around in him.
Rory shook her head adamantly "No it's not you. It's just -"
'Oh god, what did I do?' she internally panicked.
"I have to go."
And with that she ran out of the room not glancing back as Tristan just stared on after her.
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(¸.´ ¸.•´'End Flashback´
Shaking herself out of her trance, she stood up and headed over towards the kitchen. Her footsteps wobbled slightly as her eyes slowly began to refill with tears. It was time to wallow.
In the chilly dark of night in Hartford, Tristan DuGray sat perched on the hood of his convertible which was parked in an empty parking lot of the local deserted park. Christ, it was cold. Closing his eyes tightly, he pulled his leather jacket tighter around himself in attempt to stop himself from shivering. God he needed a cigarette. Hell he needed a pack of cigarettes. However it wasn't like he smoked regularly. He didn't even have a damn lighter on him. He supposed there was a late night convenience store open somewhere but that meant getting back into his car and right now all he wanted to do was clear his head. Get some air. It just kept replaying over and over and over in his mind.
He was sitting in the piano room alone enjoying his self-pity and then somehow she was there. And somehow his lips ended up on hers. And they had kissed.
But with one swift stroke she had shattered the lust filled sensation induced world they had plunged themselves so recklessly in.
She had cried. That had thrown him completely. He was almost positive he hadn't bitten her lip or anything. But then he was more caught up in savoring her taste that he really couldn't be sure. He scoffed loudly into the night, his breath releasing in small puff of white fog. Maybe he was giving himself too much credit in his ability to screw things up. This was Rory he was talking about. She had just broken up with what was probably her very first boyfriend. She was probably all emotional from the break up. In fact the dolt dumped up her. She is a gorgeous being, a natural beauty; god knows what the moron was thinking.
He frowned as his thoughts allowed him to remember that she had kissed him back.
Maybe it was something he did.
"Fuck!" he swore loudly, as he rubbed his face hard against the rough palms of his hands. Why in God's name did he even care? It pissed him off beyond belief that he couldn't stop thinking about it. That it just lay there, unyielding, refusing to leave, tormenting his mind.
But what disturbed him more than anything else were the feelings that she had induced in him when their lips had met. He lay back against the windshield as he allowed the memory to invade his mind once more.
It was inexplicable. A spark ignited within him, he had never even known existed.
She was so soft, so pliable, so innocent …
... smelt so heavenly …
... so intoxicating …
... like strawberries and cream …
... tasted so bitter and sweet ...
... and at the same time something that could only be construed as uniquely ...
... "Rory," he whispered softly into the night.
In a split second she had his heart thudding as if he'd just completed a marathon. He had been lost, floating in a blissful nirvana and he never wanted to be found.
Tristan couldn't help but let out a small moan at the memory. She was so tantalizing. God, how he wanted her. Suddenly his eyes snapped open, and he sat up straight. He attempted to shake himself out of his stupor. This wasn't good. This was most certainly not good. He'd never been this worked up over a girl before. Christ, he'd never been this worked up over a single kiss before. He was Tristan, 'King of Chilton'. He did not work himself up over a girl.
'It was nothing! Pull yourself together man!' he scolded himself. He closed his eyes firmly again and sighed loudly. It couldn't be further from the truth & he knew it … and that fact scared him to no end.
How could one kiss do this? How could one moment affect him so much?
That this simple small town girl could just come in and without him knowing make him feel, so vividly, so utterly confused, so
… alive …
That she held that kind of power over him.
It wasn't right.
When she had first arrived she was a conquest. Just another challenge. He didn't even dare begin to presume that he knew her. And she certainly didn't know him. So why was he feeling this way? It was all he could do to not go crazy from his mind churning over every minute detail of their brief interaction. God he had never meant for things to get this far. This had to be stopped before it sprialled out of control.
Tristan hopped off the hood and moved back to the interior of the convertible, making sure to put the top closed to keep the cold from seeping into his body any further. He would stop it. He would avoid her at all costs. He would no longer badger her between classes. Annoy her at her locker. Stare at her endlessly during lessons. He placed the keys in the ignition and started the engine. He paused, running a hand through his golden locks. Yes. This was the right move. He would avoid her. Avoid her all together
and eventually, she would fade….
…from his life…
…from his world…
…& eventually…
….from memory…
The memory seared deeply into his brain of the one moment where they had both unknowingly opened themselves to the other. Sharing something deeply unfathomable.
In that one moment, Tristan's whole world as he knew it was thrown of its axis.
End Author's Note: What'd y'all think? I hope you're all enjoying it as much as I am writing it. Longer chappy this time and … ahh trory kiss goodness. So we've heard Tristan's thoughts leading to his conclusion with his vow of avoidance. However next chapter: Can Tristan stay true to his vow? And more importantly what does Rory make of all this? -- Amira