Trompe Le Monde
Author: Genevah
Rating: M – just a pre-cautionary measure
Disclaimer: I claim to own nothing.
Summary: Sometimes the one you're with isn't always the one you need.
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..…'.' Stars Hollow – Gilmore Home '.' …..
There were no words or glances exchanged by the two during the ride to her house. They were far too occupied with their own thoughts to do so. Not even the blur the beautiful wintry canvass that surrounded them as they drove was enticing enough for them to take a second look and enjoy the cozy scenery.
It wasn't until they finally pulled into her freshly shoveled driveway (the handiwork of Luke of course) where the sound of Tristan killing the engine forced Rory back into reality.
The air of silence between them was thick - uneasy like two people meeting for the first time reaching a too awkward pause in their conversation. It seemed difficult to recover from but they both didn't want to leave things unsettled. It was just a matter of who would make the first move.
Tristan stared out the window before him at nothing in particular looking utterly regretful for what he'd unknowingly put her through and he wanted to make things right with her.
He felt like he needed to make things right with her.
"I honestly wish I could explain why I do the stupid things I do." His voice sounded tired. "Being a complete jack ass… it's like it's in my blood. But what's pathetic about it is that for most part I can't even tell when I am being one." He finally turned to look at her and she mimicked his action, not shying away from looking at him in the eyes. "... you have all the reason in the world to be upset with me-" his eyes sifted to her lap. "But you have to know it wasn't intentional. I would never set out to hurt you Rory… that's the last thing I ever want to do."
Sincerity was definitely becoming his strong suit especially when it came to her.
She blushed a little at his declaration. The conviction in his eyes made her heart skip a beat.
It was the oddest sensation.
"If you don't ever want to talk to me again because of this…" He sighed. He didn't even want to imagine not having her in his life. "Your friendship means a lot to me Rory." He smiled at her, his eyes twinkling. "You've wormed your way into my little heart Gilmore whether you wanted to or not," he looked down at his chest and patted it to emphasize his point, "and I think it'd break into a million pieces if you never wanted to speak to me again."
She grinned, rolling her eyes at his attempt to lighten the mood that had turned way too serious, especially for these two who were so used to easy conversation.
"Wow." Rory clapped her hands. "Bravo." She smiled easily at him. How could she ever stay mad at him? "Nicely done DuGrey. I'm very impressed." She said lightly.
He smirked. "That was good wasn't it?" He scoffed at himself. He sounded like he was just trying to charm her and he in no way wanted her to think that.
His face fell back to serious. "I meant every word."
She nodded. "I know." She said quietly. After a moment of silence she spoke again. "You're an idiot if you think I'd actually end our friendship over a little fight." She said playfully.
The smile on his face never left him. He shrugged. "Hey it's our first fight. I don't really have anything to go by."
"I don't think I could get rid of you that easily no matter how hard I tried."
"You do have a point there. You're pretty much stuck with me."
"I believe you chose the perfect word there Tristan. Stuck." She joked.
He gave her a playful 'fuck you' look.
"It won't happen again. I can promise you that."
It seemed they couldn't keep the conversation drama free tonight.
Rory sighed "I'm not asking you to promise anything. You're in love-" Tristan raised an eyebrow and smirked and she returned a smirk of her own "Okay… lust-like whatever. You're allowed to be that way with your girlfriend and I shouldn't have any say in what you guys do and I'm in no way trying to interfere… I just" She took a deep breath, unsure if she should continue, "…I don't know… maybe I'm jealous?" She looked at him and noticed his surprised reaction and quickly clarified. "I'm not jealous jealous… not like you're thinking."
Tristan went from a feeling of elation to mild disappointment in two seconds flat. This girl was harsh… and she did it so innocently.
"And she breaks my heart again." He joked.
She nudged him on his shoulder. "Oh shut up… I'm jealous of what you and Jacqueline have." She continued and looked down at her hands on her lap. "I'm jealous of what Avery and Connor have and what my mom and Luke have. I don't know… I think I just miss the whole being in a relationship thing."
"Rory-"
She shook her head at the sympathetic look he had just given her. "No- Tristan, do not feel sorry for me. Please… you'll just make me feel even more pathetic." She forced herself to laugh. "Don't okay." She gave him a warning look and he agreed with a nod.
"If it makes you feel any better. It's not all it's cracked up to be. That's for damn sure."
She was about to open her mouth, wanting to apologize for his situation with Jacqueline.
"Don't." He silenced her, sensing what she was about to say.
"Touché."
"So you miss having a boyfriend."
"I actually do." She giggled. "I'm just having a really bad dry spell. After Dean… I don't know… guys don't seem to be interested in me?"
Tristan scoffed at the notion as if it was the most bizarre thing he has ever heard.
His eyes squinted at her in disbelief. "You're kidding me right? You think guys aren't interested in you."
"You're my friend. You wouldn't lie to me. You'd tell me if there was something seriously wrong with me, right?"
"There is nothing wrong with you – well aside from the fact that you read an obscene amount of books and have an unnatural need for coffee. Rory, I can honestly say a lot of guys think you're hot."
Rory rolled her eyes truly not believing him. "Then why haven't I been asked out by any of these supposed guys?"
"They're probably scared of you." He said jokingly.
She slapped him on his shoulder. "Gee thanks."
"Hey I was terrified of you."
"You were not!"
"I was! You were feisty when you first came to Chilton. You didn't take shit from anyone including Paris and everyone takes shit from Paris. Now that girl scares me."
"You are so not making me feel better."
"I'm kidding."
"You are not. Guys really are scared of me."
"When do you ever believe anything I say?"
Rory pouted. "It's believable."
He shook his head at her silliness. "Okay, I'll tell you the truth. All joking aside."
"I'd greatly appreciate that. Thank you."
"Like I said there are a lot of guys who think you're hot, present company included" he smirked at her and she rolled her eyes at him yet again, "and you have this innocence about you that makes you way hotter-"
"I thought you said the truth. You're making light of my predicament."
"Do you want to hear this or not?"
"Fine. Continue having fun at my expense."
"Where was I? You have this innocence that makes you ten times hotter and that can be a little intimidating."
"Whatever."
He held his hands up in defense. "Fine. Don't believe me. But seriously, there aren't many girls like you at Chilton Rory. You're gorgeous and kind, smart and funny, sexy and shy. All great qualities. Qualities a lot of guys look for and those qualities are hard to come by. Believe me Rory… guys do want you… you're just… unattainable."
Rory blushed. No guy had ever described her as such. She smiled. "Thank you."
"Besides, you're too good for anyone at Chilton."
The majority of the male population at Chilton was bred to love only money and power. The female persuasion only served two purposes: good head and sex.
"Not all of them," she said, fiddling with a nonexistent thread on her jeans.
He looked at her curiously. "Oh yeah? Has someone caught Mary's eye?"
Tristan caught a glimpse of her smile before she had a chance to hide it.
"Come on. Tell me."
She shook her head no.
"I'm hurt. Why won't you tell me?"
She still said nothing.
"Okay, who would you say would fall on your list of dateable guys at Chilton?" God he was desperate to know.
Rory smirked at his determination. "I'm not discussing this with you."
"Why not?" He sounded a bit like petulant child but he wanted to know!
"Because."
"Because why?"
"Because you're you." She laughed at the vagueness of her answer.
"Since when have you not been able to talk to me about anything?"
"I don't talk about guys with you. I never have."
"You're full of shit and you know it."
She gave him the evil eye squint. "I don't know… it just seems wrong."
"Afraid I'll get jealous?" He teased.
She laughed at the idea. "Hardly."
"Okay so… we both know it's no secret that I may have had a thing for you when I first met you, but that's old news. So you don't have to worry about hurting my feelings." He smiled at her, interested to hear her reply. He meant it as an empty joke of course, and hoped she would take it as such.
This is the first time they had spoken of anything transpiring between them since sophomore year after they had decided that the kiss they shared was a mistake. Correction… she had decided it was a mistake.
"Tristan…" she sounded sympathetic.
"I was kidding Rory. Honestly. I meant nothing by it. No hard feelings remember? I want you to feel like you can talk about these things with me."
She nodded.
Her mind was somehow wrapped around the thought of what could've been between them, but as quickly as it had invaded it was easily ignored and pushed aside.
"It's late. I should go inside."
"Stay." He said rather quickly.
Needless to say, the look on both their faces showed how surprised they were when he had said that.
He smirked. "You're not getting away that easily. You haven't told me who's on your it list."
She unbuckled her seatbelt and opened her door. "It's not for you to know." She smirked back at him. "I'll see you later."
He shook his head, a bit disappointed that she wouldn't fess up.
"I have ways of getting it out of you!" He yelled out the window.
"My lips are sealed!" She bit back.
As she entered her bedroom, stripping herself free of her Chilton uniform and slipping into her most comfortable sweats, she plopped down on her bed… thoroughly exhausted from the whole of her day.
Her conversation with Tristan replayed itself in her head like a broken record.
Playfully, she entertained the notion of what it would be like to date someone like Tristan. Okay-to be honest… she was thinking about what it would be like to date him. From her inadvertent observation of him and his relationships over the years, he has proven many times over that he would make the perfect picture boyfriend despite his reputation for being a playboy. Once he was caught and spun under some girl's web, he was as attentive and faithful as a girlfriend would hope her boyfriend would be. And she wasn't the least bit surprised. She had seen many sides of Tristan and the good most certainly outweighed the bad.
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Tristan opened the door to what he had anticipated as an empty home. His parents were gone as usual, probably on some lavish trip to some far away country. He never knew their exact whereabouts and in all honesty, he could care less.
As he approached his bedroom, the faint sound of his shower penetrated his ears. A trail of clothing led him to his bathroom – a short frayed jean skirt, a tank top, panties, and as he neared the bathroom he eyed the pink bra hanging from the door knob.
He instantly grew hard.
He heard the shower turn off and as he stepped into the bathroom he was met with the lovely sight of his girlfriend toweling her breasts dry.
"Can't get enough?" He asked huskily.
Jacqueline wasn't the least bit surprised to see him standing there. In fact… she couldn't have planned the timing any better.
She finished drying her body and dropped the towel.
His eyes roamed her freshly bathed body.
"We need to talk." She told him.
He gently grabbed her at her sides and pulled her toward him.
"You want to talk?" Was she serious?"Do you feel this?" He growled, pushing his hardness into her bare pussy and attaching his lips to the sensitive spot on her neck.
She struggled to not get completely aroused by his undoing of her but she kept strong. "Now Tristan."
"What do you want to talk about?" He asked her, all the while trying to work her up by kissing her hot spots.
"Do you still think I had sex with Duncan? Because Tristan, I swear to you I didn't." There was truth to that statement. She didn't fuck him per se however there were a multitude of other things that he could choose from. Name it. They did it.
He instantly let go of her and walked out of the bathroom.
Tristan chose not to press the issue. Sadly, it was almost like he had accepted the fact that the girls he dated would cheat on him at some point.
"It's forgotten." He sat down on his couch and she followed straddling him… her nakedness no longer affecting him the way that it had.
She attempted to kiss him, but he turned his head.
"You believe me right babe?"
He looked in her dead in the eyes and simply nodded.
That night he fucked her till he couldn't feel anymore.
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A/N: A huge thanks goes out to those who have continued to encourage me to keep writing. It really does mean a lot…
