Coincidences and Consequences
Part 4
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AN: Well, this is finally done. It took me forever, I know. Surprising for how short it really is. I hope you like the results. For sake of trying not to be confusing I have told you who is thinking at the beginning of each stream of consciousness rant. Well, on with the show.
Tristan
I never thought that it would be like this. Never in all my teenage fantasies had I dreamt that I would feel this way. That I could spend all night talking with Rory Gilimore and feel... nothing. Well physical attraction, for sure, but nothing more. Minutes, hours, days, weeks, months of high school infatuation, all melted away sometime between then and now. And I am disappointed. None of that epic romance, love a first sight, or would that be second, that books and media always tell us should happen. Only a want for friendship with a girl that I would have once given my inheritance to pin up against a wall and do naughty things to. A night full of talking and I hadn't thought about kissing her since five minutes after I walked in the door.
She hadn't changed. Every word and mannerism couldn't be more Rory if she had been sitting there in blue plaid. That air of innocence that I had once found so intriguing, still clings to her . But now I don't feel the need to try to rip it to shreds. What has happened to me? When did I change from conqueror to compadre? What do you do when you realize that something that you have always held true about yourself is suddenly a lie? Well I guess I have her to thank, again. Every time she comes into my life, something changes. And now I am starting to think that that isn't a bad thing....
Rory
Sometimes you blink and things change. I never thought that I would be up at 9 on a Saturday morning, freezing my butt off, to watch him. I also never expected to see in his eyes what I saw when he greeted me this morning. Happiness to see me, concern for my freezing limbs, and friendship. That was it. No lust, want, need. No nothing, just friendship. This isn't what is supposed to happen. High school enemies reunite in college, fall madly in love, kissing and groping ensues. That is what they say should happen. That is how all the cheesy romance stories end. The girl on screen that you are yelling at finally wises up and sees what is right in front of her before it is too late. Before all that is left is friendship.
The funny part is that I feel... relieved. There doesn't have to be some big romantic ending where I feel like I should be wearing a hoop skirt and dropping my parasol as he takes me in his arms and the violin music crescendos. Tristan and I will always be, Tristan and I. The awkward teenage tango has been put behind us, faded into the background like extras in a horror movie that the killer doesn't care enough about to chase.
Last night had a weird effect on my psyche. Surprise and lust are a bad combination. Well, they always cool weather will clear your head. I really need to find this they and give them a piece of my mind.
Not that I am ruling anything more than friendship with him out. A true Gilmore never rules anything out. If she did, my mother wouldn't have made me stay up and watch reruns of Antique Road show when I was home last. I just have a feeling that it won't. The consequences of coincidences aren't karmatic in nature. Life just is.
Tristan
Rory and I still keep in touch. Email, voice mail, snail mail. Calls to vent, visits to party, shoulders to cry on, they are all a part of our lives now. She is my closest friend, confidant, a sister that I never had. She will dance at my wedding, and I at hers. Maybe someday we will live down the street from each other. Watch our kids grow up together. Only they won't be our kids. No one would have ever believed that anyway. After all, not all stories end in great romance.