A/N: OMG There are other Caitlyn's in this world!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Rory woke up the next morning with a bit of a start. She had not intended to sleep with Tristan, it just sort of happened, and she's not going to deny the feeling of safety and love she felt when she was in his arms, something she never felt when she was with Dean. He was so gentile with her the night before, and so patient. "Oh my God"
"mmmm, what?" he opened one sleepy eye.
"My mom's going to be here any minute, and we're late for school." Anxiety was starting to take over.
"Breath Rory, breath." He oppend up the other eye, and sat up.
"Breathing's good." She started to get up, and frantically went searching of her Chilton uniform.
"I'll help you, you go take a shower, while I make breakfast, and your bed, and mess up mine, oh, and I'll call in late for us." He got up and hugged her. "It's going to be alright Rory."
"I know, thank you Tristan." He sounded so sincere. She headed up to the shower. When she emerged, she couldn't help but stare at herself in the mirror. She looked the same, the same innocent eyes, the same coffee brown hair, same full lips, all in all, same outside appearance. Still, she wasn't the same. There was part of her life that she would never get back, and she's not sure if she wanted it back. Now, barely 17, and not a virgan, yes, she was different, despite all outside appearances.
"Morning Tristan! How was the couch? Most uncomfortable, wasn't it?" Lorelai chimed as she walked into the kitchen and saw Tristan making breakfast and smiled to herself.
"Actually, I kind of liked it. It was comfortable in a way. Would you like some breakfast, and coffee Lorelai?" tactfully changing the subject.
"you're learning quick my prodicle son." She walked over to the table, and greedly sipped her coffee.
"hey! I thought I was your prodicle son!" Rory, now appeared in the kitchen dressed and ready of Chilton.
"things change mini me." She simply stated finishing off the last drop of her coffee, and starting into pancakes.
"Since when?" Rory looked back in forth between the two.
"Since he became God like when he offered me great coffee, and pancakes, that doesn't taste like Gilmore food, I might add." She said that between bites of her pancakes.
"Well mom, then I guess I'm going to have to leave you, Tris, you coming?" Rory, in no mood to eat, started to walk to the door.
"Yeah, sure Ror, bye Lorelai." Tristan said heading for the door.
"Bye mom" Rory said from outside.
Lorelai stood up. "Bye prodicle son, and former prodicle son!" she sat back down, and stole Rory's share of pancakes.
The car ride to Hartford was almost all in slience. "Rory, we need to talk." Tristan said unsure of himself.
"What's to talk about?" Trying to act dumb, but failing badly. "We're not virgan's anymore." Sduprised at his admittion, he kept his eyes on the road, careful not to look at her directly. He never to anyone that he was a virgan, no one ever asked, they just assumed. And didn't care to correct them. What does it matter what they thought of him? It's only what Rory thinks of him that matters.
"I know….. Wait! You're not a virgan? She stared wide eyed at him.
"Surprised? Thought you would be, most people just assume I lost it along time ago, I was waiting for the right person" and you are the right person, he thought to himself.
"Oh, I'm sorry Tris, I just never realized." Her face was slightly redning. She couldn't believe she thought the worse of him.
"It's ok, no one does." He said as he stopped the car in front of the school.
"Another day in slaved in Chilton hell." She frowned and got out of the car.
" Oh come on Rory, it's not that bad." There was slight amusement in his voice because he never quite heard it put that way before.
"Listen Tris, before we go in, I think I need to tell you that last night, it meant a lot to me, but, it doesn't change anything." She was already fighting back the tears that threatened to fall.
"But things have changed, and whether or not you'd like to admit it, we're connected." He, like Rory was fighting back the tears.
"Yes, I know that Tristan, that was then, last night. Welcome back to reality. You will always be the player that jumps from girl to girl, never bothering to stop and figure out more than their names. And when this is all over, you'll regret last night, you'll regret me." She knew that what she said hurt him, the truth is, it hurt her to. She loved him, and she knew it, but he would never love her. He was too good for her. It was better this way.
The reality of her words stung him, they were true. He had to realize that she would never love him. Her words hurt, so he said the only words that came to mind. " how could I regret something so beautiful?" Before he or she could say another word, she was gone. She bolted for the Chilton bathroom, to let her tears fall freely.
A/N: I hope you guys like this chapter! I enjoyed writing it, and don't worry! It is a Trory, despite it's appearance right now!
~*~Caitlyn~*~
Rory woke up the next morning with a bit of a start. She had not intended to sleep with Tristan, it just sort of happened, and she's not going to deny the feeling of safety and love she felt when she was in his arms, something she never felt when she was with Dean. He was so gentile with her the night before, and so patient. "Oh my God"
"mmmm, what?" he opened one sleepy eye.
"My mom's going to be here any minute, and we're late for school." Anxiety was starting to take over.
"Breath Rory, breath." He oppend up the other eye, and sat up.
"Breathing's good." She started to get up, and frantically went searching of her Chilton uniform.
"I'll help you, you go take a shower, while I make breakfast, and your bed, and mess up mine, oh, and I'll call in late for us." He got up and hugged her. "It's going to be alright Rory."
"I know, thank you Tristan." He sounded so sincere. She headed up to the shower. When she emerged, she couldn't help but stare at herself in the mirror. She looked the same, the same innocent eyes, the same coffee brown hair, same full lips, all in all, same outside appearance. Still, she wasn't the same. There was part of her life that she would never get back, and she's not sure if she wanted it back. Now, barely 17, and not a virgan, yes, she was different, despite all outside appearances.
"Morning Tristan! How was the couch? Most uncomfortable, wasn't it?" Lorelai chimed as she walked into the kitchen and saw Tristan making breakfast and smiled to herself.
"Actually, I kind of liked it. It was comfortable in a way. Would you like some breakfast, and coffee Lorelai?" tactfully changing the subject.
"you're learning quick my prodicle son." She walked over to the table, and greedly sipped her coffee.
"hey! I thought I was your prodicle son!" Rory, now appeared in the kitchen dressed and ready of Chilton.
"things change mini me." She simply stated finishing off the last drop of her coffee, and starting into pancakes.
"Since when?" Rory looked back in forth between the two.
"Since he became God like when he offered me great coffee, and pancakes, that doesn't taste like Gilmore food, I might add." She said that between bites of her pancakes.
"Well mom, then I guess I'm going to have to leave you, Tris, you coming?" Rory, in no mood to eat, started to walk to the door.
"Yeah, sure Ror, bye Lorelai." Tristan said heading for the door.
"Bye mom" Rory said from outside.
Lorelai stood up. "Bye prodicle son, and former prodicle son!" she sat back down, and stole Rory's share of pancakes.
The car ride to Hartford was almost all in slience. "Rory, we need to talk." Tristan said unsure of himself.
"What's to talk about?" Trying to act dumb, but failing badly. "We're not virgan's anymore." Sduprised at his admittion, he kept his eyes on the road, careful not to look at her directly. He never to anyone that he was a virgan, no one ever asked, they just assumed. And didn't care to correct them. What does it matter what they thought of him? It's only what Rory thinks of him that matters.
"I know….. Wait! You're not a virgan? She stared wide eyed at him.
"Surprised? Thought you would be, most people just assume I lost it along time ago, I was waiting for the right person" and you are the right person, he thought to himself.
"Oh, I'm sorry Tris, I just never realized." Her face was slightly redning. She couldn't believe she thought the worse of him.
"It's ok, no one does." He said as he stopped the car in front of the school.
"Another day in slaved in Chilton hell." She frowned and got out of the car.
" Oh come on Rory, it's not that bad." There was slight amusement in his voice because he never quite heard it put that way before.
"Listen Tris, before we go in, I think I need to tell you that last night, it meant a lot to me, but, it doesn't change anything." She was already fighting back the tears that threatened to fall.
"But things have changed, and whether or not you'd like to admit it, we're connected." He, like Rory was fighting back the tears.
"Yes, I know that Tristan, that was then, last night. Welcome back to reality. You will always be the player that jumps from girl to girl, never bothering to stop and figure out more than their names. And when this is all over, you'll regret last night, you'll regret me." She knew that what she said hurt him, the truth is, it hurt her to. She loved him, and she knew it, but he would never love her. He was too good for her. It was better this way.
The reality of her words stung him, they were true. He had to realize that she would never love him. Her words hurt, so he said the only words that came to mind. " how could I regret something so beautiful?" Before he or she could say another word, she was gone. She bolted for the Chilton bathroom, to let her tears fall freely.
A/N: I hope you guys like this chapter! I enjoyed writing it, and don't worry! It is a Trory, despite it's appearance right now!
~*~Caitlyn~*~