A/N-I am writing this at like 3 in the morning while watching reruns of FRIENDS on Nick, if anyone cares. I've taken some advise about writing more thoughts or at least I've tried so give me feed back. If you want, no pressure though. I lied a lot of pressure. On a side note though I just love Monica and Chandler as a couple. They are just too darn cute together. Also on a side note I know exactly (or pretty much exactly) what is going to happen in Sophia's love life. I'm also pretty sure about Rory's love life. I also know exactly how this story is going to transpire but I don't know if I'm going to do it all in one story or make it a series. Let me know what your opinion is. Please. P.S. Chandler just confessed his feeling to fat Monica...AWWW.
Would you stop feeling sorry for yourself? It's bad for your complexion. -Randy, Sixteen Candles
We're women. We don't say what we want, but we reserve the right to be pissed off if we don't get it.-Lydia, Sliding Doors
Sophia's POV
"Rory." I shouted down the hallway causing people to look at me as I ran towards my sister who was to my shock talking to Tristin. Why was she talking to Tristin if she hated him? At least that was what she told me but was she lying? Not that I cared; I mean it wasn't like I liked him myself.
Though he was cute. No-he was a jerk, an ass-hat, not cute. But he did have a very sexy smile. Bad thoughts bad thoughts. I couldn't think those kinds of things because for one he wasn't even my type. He was arrogant and selfish and vain and rich and just not the kind of guy I'd ever date. Not that I've actually dated much but still it would never work out between us. We where too different like chocolate and blueberries or rap music and Mrs Kim.
For one we came from two different worlds. It wouldn't even work out if we where in a romantic comedy, he would be Blane and I would be Andie (in a way better dress though). But instead of us getting together at prom after all of that drama I would just choose Duckie. Not to mention that it totally wouldn't last, he would go off to college and she would stay working at the record store. And another thing, I think that he had a thing for my sister. Not that that was unusual seeing as how Rory was the shier damsel in distress looking type.
"Sophia did you see these." Rory asked me thrusting a thick cream colored paper in my hands. It was a heavy stock paper with curvy black writing 'On Friday at 4:03 in the morning Lorelai Leigh Gilmore was born at St. Agnes Hospital to Lorelai Victoria Gilmore followed by Sophia Rae Gilmore at 10:17-' before I could read more Rory had snatched it from me. "Can you believe this?"
"I know, I saw them. That's why I was trying to find you." I told her pulling an identical card albeit a very crumpled one from the pocket of my navy blazer. "I saw a kid from my Algebra II class with it and took it from him."
How could Emily even think that this was a good idea. I mean was she really that delusional that she felt that inviting our whole grade to a party at her house would be good. Especially without telling us.
What did she think would happen? That we would show up on Friday and see all these people that we don't even talk to and be like 'Oh, golly thanks for throwing me a party. I mean I totally didn't even want one but now that you did it I realized that it's exactly what I wanted.'
Get real.
As we looked at the cards with a sense of foreboding I couldn't help but over hear a conversation going on behind us between Louise and Ashley, a girl in my art class with an auburn bob and a penchant of chewing her gum too loud.
"That's them, Rory and Sophia." Louise said pointing us out.
"My parents are making me go." Ashley told Louise in that nasally voice of hers that made me want to cover my ears.
"Another obligation party." Of course because going to a party even one that sucked but at least one with your friends would suck so much. So sorry that Emily Gilmore was interfering with her plans. Join the club Louise. We have matching shirts and everything.
"My life stinks." Have I mentioned how much I hate Ashley. I would gladly switch lives with her right now. Then she would be the one having a party thrown for her bye her grandma that she didn't want full of people she didn't like.
"My day sucks. Actually it sucks so much that sucks doesn't even begin to describe it." I said walking into Luke's after school.
My day had gone from bad to worse with everyone staring at me and asking about the stupid suckish party. I swear that that was all I heard about. Was there really no other gossip for my class mates to talk about other than Friday night and how all of their parents where making them go.
So it wasn't even a real birthday party. It was a pity birthday party; at least no one other than Emily Gilmore would want to be there. Doesn't that sound like fun. I could just see it now; it would be just like Sixteen Candles in the sense that my birthday would not turn out like I wanted it too at all and my grandparents (IE Emily Gilmore) would embarrass me beyond all belief. The only difference is that I wouldn't get my Jake at the end.
Not that I wanted my Jake. I was always more of an Anthony Micheal Hall fan myself. Sue me, I liked the scrawny awkward geek that would show my underwear to a group of prepubescent boys for a dollar. Rory on the other hand always loved when Jake was waiting with his red car at the end and got her a cake. We where just different in that way.
"Why does today suck so much?" Luke asked me as I came out of the bathroom in a different set of clothes. When I first began to work at Luke's a few weeks before I had realized how impractical it was to walk all the way home to change just to walk all the way back. And it wasn't any fun to work in my skirt and blouse not to mention I would have hated to stain my uniform. So finally I began to leave a bag of clothes at Luke's with a few pairs of pants and shirts.
"Because of Emily Gilmore. That's why." I said as I tightened the strings on my apron and made my way to the other side of the counter. "She has set out to ruin my life. And this time she might have actually succeeded." I just couldn't seem to get over what she has done this time around. "She's decided that it would be a good idea to throw a party for mine and Rory's birthday and invite everyone from Chilton." I knew that I had to get past this but the thought of going to the grandparents' on Friday was even more terrifying than usual. As I told him this I walked around to the tables close by and refilled the cups of coffee and took the order of an elderly couple. Luke's wasn't as busy as usual but it was still a little over half way full.
"Hang on, so your grandparents are throwing you a party and inviting people that you don't like?" Luke asked as I walked behind the counter, gave Caesar the slip of paper with the order and put the coffee carafe back. I really did love working at Luke's; it was an easy job and I usually got a descent amount of money from tips and Luke was pretty easy to talk to. In these past few weeks I had begun to talk to Luke more and more as the weeks progressed; he was surprisingly insightful and always told me exactly what he thought.
I had begun to see him as more of a cool uncle figure or maybe even a slight father figure since I didn't get to talk to my dad nearly as much as I would like I could talk to Luke. There was just something about him that just screamed 'TELL ME ABOUT YOUR PROBLEMS'. I bet that that's why he made such a killing in the dinner business. Well, that and his coffee; he had really good coffee.
"I like some of them. Like Melody Parker and Josh Mets and a few others. It's just some of them that I don't like. Some of the more annoying, vapid Chilton goers. Such as Ashley, now Ashley is someone that I wouldn't mind making disappear in a Godfather sort of way." I frowned at the thought of Ashley before plastering a smile on my face and grabbing the two plates from Luke's hands that he had taken from Caesar as I ranted. "Here you go Mr. and Mrs. Vaughn. Can I get you anything else." I asked the elderly couple who sat at a table in the middle of the dinner. They where pretty regular customers and had lived in Stars Hollow for over 80 year, they where both born here. They where also really good tippers. They just smiled at me and waved me away though.
"-for something to shut you up." I heard Luke tell someone, most likely my mom or Kurt, as I showed Jackson where to put the produce seeing as how for some reason we seemed to have no room in the fridge for it.
"Thanks Sophia." Jackson said setting down the large square container and following me out of the back room. "Well, I guess I'll see you around then. Bye Luke. Bye Lorelai." I hung up my apron and then proceeded to make my way to the other side of the counter to join my mother now that my shift was finally over.
"You better be nice to me or I'm not inviting you to the Gilmore Twin's Birthday Extravaganza this Saturday night."My mom told him as he wiped down the counter for what had to be the fifth time in the past hour, sometimes I swear that man could be so anal. "Hey Sophia. Make a lot of do re me?" My mom asked turning her attention towards me.
"I have almost enough to buy that McMansion I want." I told her smiling halfheartedly before setting my eyes on the garment bag next to her. "What is that?" I was slightly suspicious seeing as she had went shopping with my grandma all day and had brought something back.
"The one with the bowling alley and movie theater?" My mom asked ignoring the questions about the bags. That means that I really wasn't going to like the answer.
"Stop beating around the bush mom." I tried to grab the blue garment bag but she moved it seconds before I grabbed it. Damn her. I really need to see them if she was going through that much trouble to hide them for me.
"I am not beating around the bush. Oh look my other daughter." She said turning pointedly to the door and low and behold there was Rory looking worse for wear. Her head was down and everything; she was most likely still as frazzled about today as I was. I was just better at hiding it. "Wow. Nice face you got on there."
"Coffee." Rory said taking the seat on the other side of mom before putting her head on the counter and moaning. Definitely still dwelling on the impending party of Emily Gilmore's design.
"Bad day?" My mom asked.
"I've now used the word 'sucks' so much much that it's lost all meaning to me." Rory said, her voice muffled do to the fact that her face was pressed into the counter.
"Well it hasn't lost all meaning to me, and besides it did. Today sucked." I told our mother backing Rory up. "A day has not sucked so much as today in the history of suckish days."
"Well maybe this will cheer you two up." My mom said grabbing the garment bag. Rory finally lifted her head up to see what our mom was talking about. "These are our party dresses." All I saw were the bottoms which where a forest green tulle monstrosity.
They had to be the most hideous things that I had ever seen and I hadn't even seen the tops to them. That is how bad they looked.
"So it's a Halloween party?" I asked her.
"Listen, you. So I'm shopping today with your grandmother and it's a whole three hours of 'Who are you buying that for, Mom? Have you met your granddaughters?' and then finally I talked and she listened and she wound up getting you both something I think you're really going to like." My mom sounded pretty happy for having spent hours with the lady she was forced to call mom. Usually she looked as if she was about to commit murder or if she had been put under some new form of water torture that promised to be twice as torturous as the normal boring water torture. But today she was actually smiling.
"Really?" Me and Rory asked her in-sync before glancing at each other. If she had that good of a time with grandma then we couldn't tell he about the party. That would just cause her to get angry and blow up at Grandma which well was usual I knew that Rory didn't like it.
If truth be told I didn't really enjoy it either I just found it better than having her criticizing me. I mean really what was wrong with me? So what if I liked my hair a little wild or my clothes a little short or my music a little loud. I was me and why should I try and be someone else when I was pretty darn okay with being me.
Isn't that what parents and grandparents want for there kids; for them to be comfortable in their own skin and for them to not want to be any body else. Not that I wouldn't mind being Gwen Stephani sometimes, but then again who wouldn't wan to be someone successful and famous once in a while?
"Yes, really." I don't know who she was trying to convince of this fact more, me and Rory or herself. "And of course she insisted on buying us these dresses but I think I can do something with them to make them better." I looked at the 'dresses' if you could call them that with distaste. For one I doubt that that color would even look good on me and for two it looked like something that would give a little girl nightmares. It was truly that bad.
"Wow." Rory said, whether at the dresses or at the fact that our mom actually sort of enjoyed herself with Emily Gilmore, I didn't really know. Probably a little bit of both.
"I've never seen you so cheery after spending time with Grandma." I told her slightly shocked.
"Well it's been a long time since we got together and didn't end up fighting. It was refreshing. It wasn't exactly fun but I didn't get that shooting pain in my eye like I usually do." Mom sounded shocked but exited shocked you know like when you find five bucks in the pair of jeans you haven't worn in forever.
"Wow. That's great." Rory shot me another look. We definitely couldn't tell her know. Not that we couldn't but if we did it would be like kicking a puppy. Or a baby. Or a baby holding a puppy. And neither of us were that cruel so we bit our tongues even though we so wanted to tell her.
"Yeah it is, isn't it. But back to you Sylvia. What's with the whole doom and gloom flying monkeys thing." My mom asked turning her attention to Rory who looked slightly panicky.
"Um, well-" Lucky for her, or well lucky for both of us Luke came over with coffee to save the day.
"So I hear you're having a party Saturday." How did he find out about that? I totally don't remember telling him about Saturday though I do remember complaining in explicit details about Friday. I guess mom decided to invite him; I really do think that she may have some slight feelings for Luke. I mean they spent a lot of time together and he kept her sane. But no Luke's not her type. Not that her dating Luke would be a bad thing seeing as I like Luke a lot and he really is a great guy.
"Yeah. Mom's famous for her blowouts." Rory told him smiling grateful for both the coffee and the save. She wasn't as quick on her feet today as usual which really wasn't a surprise all things considered.
"The best one was their eighth birthday."
"Oh, yeah, that was good." It had to have been my favorite party of all time. At least until the end, I was so sure that my mom was going to be arrested.
"The cops shut us down." My mom told him proud. That had to be one of her proudest memories to date.
"The cops shut down an eight year old's birthday party?" Luke really needs to get out more. I mean he seems so shocked, though I guess that I would be too if it wasn't for the fact that it was my party to begin with.
"And arrested the clown." Me and Rory told him in-sync.
"I don't want to hear any more of this." Luke said walking away and shaking his head. What it was a really good party.
"Mom really out did herself this time." I told Rory smoothing out the dark green tulle of my dress. When I had first gotten home and tried it on I had almost fainted at how hideous it was. It fit all wrong and hit just under my knees in the most unattractive way imaginable, but luckily my mother was good at sewing and was able to turn the monstrosity of a dress in to one that I couldn't wait to put on.
It was now a mid thigh length dress with a sweet heart neckline and tight bodice that ended at my waist were it flared out to a poofy tulle skirt. It was beyond pretty and I couldn't believe how nice my mom had made it. I added a bunch of gold bangles and a gold necklace with an antique looking key and a pair of high black leather peep-toe pumps that made me finally as tall as Rory. All in all I looked fine.
Rory's dress was also so pretty. It was the exact same color as mine but unlike mine it didn't flare. It had short sleeves and a matching sweater. It wasn't really my taste but it was still really pretty in a Rory sort of way.
"I know." Rory said smiling at me as she finished putting on a small golden chain that I had gotten her this morning. It was a small sunflower on a delicate golden chain that I had found at the Mall and immediately thought Rory. "We should go downstairs now. People are probably starting to arrive."
"All the more reason to stay up here." I was not looking forward to going downstairs even though I did love my dress. Who wouldn't though, but my pretty dress wasn't enough to get me to go downstairs and see people that I either didn't know or wish I didn't know.
"Come on." Rory said grabbing my hands as I re-applied my lip gloss in the gold framed mirror in our moms old room. There was only about a few inches of actual mirror visible, the rest was covered under layers of pictures. There where ones of my mom and dad, some of Rory and me, my mom and Rory, my mom and me, and even a few of my mom, dad, Rory and me. The pictures made me smile. They also made me sad because it's been so very long since I've actually seen him. Right now he was in California and I did talk to him on the phone sometimes but sometimes wasn't nearly enough. But that's how my dad was and I'd rather have him sometimes then not at all which is so not a good mind set but he's my dad so what am I going to do. "Your lips are glossy enough." She pulled my arm and began to drag me down the stairs as I tried to fight her the whole way.
I really needed to work out and gain some muscle so that I could actually get away from Rory once in a while. Maybe if I wasn't so lazy but it sounded like a lot of work. And one thing that I hated was work. So I would probably always remain weak and puny. But at least I would always have my looks. Not that that sounded conceited or anything.
Okay, so maybe it did sound conceited.
"So, what now?" I asked her once we had finally made our way to the sitting room.
"I guess we sit." Rory said making her way to a couch far away from anyone else and pulling a book out of her purse. So it was going to be one of those parties then. How lovely.
"I'm going to go to the bathroom." I told Rory though I'm pretty sure that she wasn't even paying any attention to me.
As I walked around trying to get the the bathrooms I recognized no one. It was all old people that where the kind of people my grandparents associated with, which meant a lot of DAR members and people who sold insurance. In other words, boring people who had no clue who I was.
"Hey, happy birthday Sophia." Someone said cutting me off on my quest to the bathroom. It was a boy with a dark brown crew cut and twinkling hazel eyes.
"Yeah happy birthday, Daniel. How've you been?" I asked the tall wiry boy who next to me who happened to be my Chem partner. He was pure rich east coast boy, from the way that he played lacrosse to the fact that you just new he wore polos when he wasn't at school. Daniel was a pretty smart kid who had plans of becoming a lawyer like his father and his fathers father and every other male in his family since the beginning of time. He was cute without a doubt and a terrible flirt but we were only friends, and barely that.
Looking at him now in his tailored black slacks, light blue button up and expensive Italian loafers I could already see his future. He would end up going to Brown and then Harvard before coming back to Hartford and working at daddy's firm. After a few years of that he would marry the blonde interior designer with a trust fund he met at Brown and they would move to a mansion a few blocks away from his childhood home. She would end up giving up her job to take care of the house and kids (IE hire a maid and nanny) and spend her days sipping tea and getting her nails done with the other trophy wives. Not to mention that her name would be Mitsy or Bitsy or Ashley or something as equally vapid and annoying.
His kids would end up going to Chilton and then Brown and then on to being lawyers, the cycle would repeat itself and all would be right with the world.
"You mean since you saw me what four hours ago?" He joked around looking at his clunky Rolex. Of course, what sixteen year old doesn't need a Rolex. "Fine, fine but better now that you're hear." He smiled flirtatiously at me. He has been trying to get in my pants almost as long as Tristan. Well not really trying to get in my pants so much as unabashedly flirting with me even though he does have a girlfriend. A girlfriend who's name is ironically Mitsy.
"You're such a fucking liar. And stop looking at me like that, I'm not going to sleep with you. No matter what you say you won't change my mind so wipe that stupid fucking grin of your idiotic face." I told him trying to hide my smirk.
"Hey my daughter whom I was looking for. You don't mind if I steal her a way do you? No, okay it was nice meeting you." My mom asked Daniel not even waiting for an answer before whisking me a way and handing me a red drink. "Here."
"What is it?" I asked her smelling the sweet red liquid.
"Shirley Temple." My mom said before taking a sip of her own drink, a dark colored liquid that looked slightly watery.
"What are you drinking?" I asked her already pretty sure that I knew exactly what she was drinking or at least that it was very Irish.
"A Shirley Temple Black." My mom said smiling widely at me. Of course it is, who would have guessed. I wish that I could have my Shirley Temple black but I wasn't aloud to get trashed. Though if there was ever a night to get trashed tonight would definitely be it. Luckily though I had only ran into one kid from school. Knowing them though they where probably all hiding out somewhere, a way from the prying eyes of the adults, sneaking drinks.
She lifted the drink up to my face and I smelt it. God, that was strong. "Wow." I said lifted my head back and shaking my head.
"I got your Good Ship Lollipop right here, mister. So do you want something to eat?" My mom took another sip of her drink and winked at me causing me to giggle so hard that I snorted very unladylike.
"Everything smells funny." I told her scrunching up my noise in distaste. "Not to mention-"
"There you are. Come, there's some people I want you to meet." My grandmother said coming up to my mom and me with Rory already in tow. I raised my eyebrow at her behind Emily's back and she just shrugged her shoulders as if to say 'I'm-just-as-lost-as-you-are'. I swear that girl was never any fucking help. Well actually she was usually quite helpful and I really shouldn't fault her for not understanding what goes on in the crazed delusional mind of Emily Gilmore.
'she's crazy' I mouthed to Rory as we followed our Grandmother across the room. Every few seconds she would stop to talk to someone and introduce us. 'She's just happy.' Rory told me taking that woman's side. Of course she would take her side, she was always trying to see the good in people and give them the benefit of the doubt. Unlike me; I was more pessimistic than optimistic.
"Hi Grandpa!" Rory said elbowing me in the side. God she has fucking bony elbows, they are not pleasant let me tell you, not pleasant.
"Yeah, hey, Grandpa." I said frowning and rubbing my side. I was definitely going to bruise, how lovely. As if this night could get any better now I have a bruise thanks to Rory.
"Rory. Sophia. Gentlemen, these are my granddaughters, Sophia and Rory." My grandfather said introducing us to his business associates. He was smiling in a way that indicated he was clearly drunk, or at the very least a little tipsy.
"Happy birthday, girls." One of the guys said smiling and handing each of us an ivory envelope. The other men also gave us each an envelope and we just smiled and thanked them well standing awkwardly. 'What now grandma.'
"I think we should get Dennis on the phone right now." The man who had been first to wish us a happy birthday said turning towards our grandpa.
"Fine, I've got a phone in my office." He said before leading them to his office to call who ever Dennis.
"Girls, there's a whole group of your school friends in the library. Let's go say hello to them." Emily said smiling as if that was the greatest idea anyone in the history of forever has ever thought. It wasn't. If anything it was probably one of the worst ideas in the history of ideas, after organized sports and the holocaust but before chocolate covered peperoni (now that's a story for another time).
"How about we don't and say that we did." I told her not moving from my spot in the middle of the room.
"Oh come on. They came to your party so the least you can do is say hello to them and thank them for showing up." Emily said clearly getting frustrated but what did she want from me. I know for a fact that I didn't ask her to invite them nor did I invite them myself so why should I be forced to talk to them.
"No, I don't want to." I told her, squaring my shoulders ready for a fight that I was sure wouldn't come. Emily wasn't going to fight with me when there was so many people who she would see on a regular basis and who she didn't want to give any gossip material too.
"Fine, don't come then." She said before dragging Rory away. I decided that I should escape and hide somewhere before she changed her mind and wanted me to go and see all of my friends from Chilton. (Not the sarcasm, please). As I was making my getaway though I accidentally bumped into someone or should I say something.
"Oh, coming to greet me?" Tristin said holding on to my pair shoulder to steady me. He was looking down at me, still taller than me darn, and grinning widely as if he had just told a great joke (or got laid).
"Hello, Tristin." I said frowning slightly at him. The sad thing was that all I could think about was kissing him. I mean come on hormones can't you work with me hear. Sure he's cute and the way that his soft blonde hair fell slightly into his eyes made my heart skip a beat was nothing short of amazing but it was purely physical.
"So where's my birthday kiss?" He asked leaning down and smiling smugly.
"It's my birthday." I told him shaking myself out of his grip only to cause his smile to grow.
"So I'll give you a birthday kiss." He said coming closer to me and trying to close the gap between us but I again moved just outside of his reach. I did not want to kiss him again; last time it left me all wonky and on edge.
"What is wrong with you?" I said looking around to make sure that no one was watching us. I didn't want it to get around that we were dating or even worse for my mom to spot us. That would be a fate worse than death. She would never let me hear the end of it if she caught a guy at one of grandma's parties trying to kiss me. And that was the last thing I wanted.
"Okay, I gotta tell you something. I'm madly in love with you." He said finally getting close enough to snake a hand around my waist and pulling me flush against him. God he had a lot of moves for someone only 16.
"Well, good luck with that." I said putting my hands on his chest and pushing on his chest trying to get him to let me go. It had the opposite effect though seeing as how he just tightened his hold.
"I can't eat, I can't sleep...I wake up in the middle of the night calling your name. Sophia, Sophia!"
"Would you just shut the hell up?" I asked him before stomping on his foot finally getting him to release me.
"Sophia, who's your friend?" Of all the people to see us together it's my grandpa who finds us but thank god it was two seconds ago because he wouldn't be quite as cheerful as he is now. No matter how completely smashed he was.
Though I should be thankful that at least it wasn't my grandma who had found me. She would be planning our wedding at this second. I bet that it was her dream, for me and Rory to find wealthy boys with a good family who lived in Hartford so that we would be tied here no matter what. We would join DAR and have two point five kids and live right down the street. And of course we would come to dinner ever Friday night for the rest of our lives. Just thinking about it made me shudder with distaste.
"I don't know but this lump of useless space is Tristin." I said tilting my head in Tristin's general direction. I had no intention of actually looking at him after that show of his a little while ago. He really should go and get his head checked out; maybe a CAT scan or something. He would fit right in in One Flew Over the Cuckoos Nest. He would be their king. He could probably make Sylvia Plath feel as if she were completely normal and fine. That's just how messed up he truly was.
"Excuse me?" My grandfather said, clearly confused by what I said.
"Tristin Dugray, sir." Tristin said holding out his hand for my grandfather to shake.
"Dugray? Are you any relation to Janlen Dugray?" My grandfather said shaking his hand firmly.
"That's my grandfather, sir." He was like a whole new person. No longer was he that horny little boy who was trying to charm my pants off but now he was a poised and polite function-able member of society. Talk about invasion of the body snatchers. They talked for a little while longer as I did my best to find an escape route and ignored them. I tuned them out until my grandfather finally excused himself and I was once again left alone with just Tristin.
"I'm going to go find my mother." I told him walking away and hoping that he wouldn't try and follow me but luck was not on my side tonight. Instead of getting the hint that I wanted him to get the hell away from me he just followed me like a puppy which just made me groan in irritation.
"Wow, meeting your mom. It's a bit sudden, but OK." Easily catching up to me. I just sped up which was no easy feet in my heels until I was practically running but he still was able to keep up with me. I stopped and turned around causing him to once again bump into me. "You're beginning to make a habit of running into me. Not that I mind, you can press up against me anytime that you want."
"I am going to go and find my mom. Alone. And you...you...you're going to go and do something else." I told him my voice rising until I was practically yelling at him. I just wanted him to get away from him. Before I could finish berating him Rory ran past me looking worse for wear so I chose to follow her instead of yelling at Tristin some more. I could always yell at Tristin later.
