Authors Note: While fanfiction.net was down I got to write two of my
chapters (2 and 3)! So please read and as always review!!
Chapter 3: The Game
Rory Gilmore was at Fenway Park. It wasn't because she loved baseball or that she was dating one of the guys on the team, oh no. She was there for a newspaper article on the newest pitcher on the Boston Red Sox team. She hadn't wanted to but her so-called 'friend' and boss Paris Gellar had sworn if she wouldn't do the article she wouldn't ever work at the Boston Globe again. Rory loved her job and most of the stories were fun to right this however was an exception. How come Paris had assigned her to the job? Her current boyfriend Andy Ellis the sports guy for the Globe would have been thrilled to have this job. Paris said a feminine perspective was needed but anyone of the other female writers would have been thrilled. She didn't even know the name of the new pitcher and that would obviously be an issue after the game. She figured that she'd just ask someone nearby. As she sat waiting for the game to begin so started to get nervous. What if this guy was like some weird person who would fall in love with her? She really didn't want that she was fine with Andy at the moment. Although they had just started dating he was the sweetest guy ever. She thought fondly of the previous night and 'Rory Gilmore Park'. Sure, all of the guys she had dated had all done sweet things for her. Like Dean and the car, Jess and all those books he had bought her, Aaron (now Paris's boyfriend) and the puppy he had gotten her but something was different about Andy. He didn't seem to be the type of guy anyone would expect her to date. After all, he wrote about sports…a thing Rory didn't like to hear about or listen to. Yet, she was also writing for sports she was after all in a baseball stadium. Suddenly a conversation sparked up between Rory and the girl she was sitting next to. "Excuse me, do you know what the new pitchers name is?"
"I don't know his first name," she giggled. "But his last name is DuGrey,"
'DuGrey...Tristan DuGrey!!!' her brain screamed but she tried to convince herself it was a twist of fate. No way could Tristan DuGrey be a baseball player let alone be the one she would have to interview. She eventually did convince herself DuGrey was a common last name. She leaned back in her chair and took a sip of coffee, only to immediately spit it out. It wasn't because it was bad but because of the picture on the big video screen. TRISTAN DUGREY if flashed in big letters. She saw his picture with the smirk that was so familiar and memories swirled around in her head while in disbelief. 'Chilton. Mary. Piano. Kiss. I hate him. Romeo. Juliet. Good-Bye I would kiss you but your uh...boyfriend's watching'. It took her years to rid herself of the haunting memory of his good-bye and yet it was back. "Paris!" she muttered. Pulling out her cell phone she punched in the memorized phone number of the Boston Globe. "Paris Gellar speaking how may I help you today?" her voice answered perkily. "I can't believe you," she snarled into the phone. "Hello Rory," Paris said pleasantly. "What's the pitcher name Paris Gellar?" she demanded. "Oh, I don't know…" she teased making Rory more mad. "What the hell do you want me to do?" she asked trying to remain calm. "Rory he's had a crush on you since the day you walked into Chilton,"
"Haha, Paris nice joke but it's not going to work on me,"
"It's the truth though!" Paris protested trying to convince Rory it was truly the truth. "You're expecting me to believe you? The boy who was a player and called me Mary--" Paris interrupted her. "Think back to when he said good-bye he did say he wish he could kiss you right?"
"Right," she admitted sadly. "Why do you think he said that?"
"To annoy me," she claimed. "No, Rory it's because he likes you,"
"So, do I really have to do this?"
"You know you need to,"
"Fine, but Paris…"
"Just give him a chance, okay?" With that Paris hung up leaving Rory even more confused than before. Did he deserve another chance? It was unknown to her but Tristan was they're pitching for the Red Sox thinking of her hoping if she ever did see him again she'd give him another chance. So, then she decided everyone needed a second chance so she might as well let him have his.
"This one's for Rory," muttered Tristan. He pitched…it was Strike 1. 'Strike One with Rory must have been calling her Mary'. He pitched again, another Strike! Strike Two must have been when we kissed.' He recalled himself telling her it was "a mistake". His final pitch to this player John Morse, on the Chicago Cubs was his Third strike. 'Strike Three must have been when I was sent to military school.' He hadn't seen Rory Gilmore since that night he had said good-bye. Why couldn't he forget about her? Millions of girls would jump at the chance to date him. Rory was probably off in Europe or somewhere else exotic living her dream of being a journalist. She was most likely halfway around the world. She had broken his heart without even knowing it. She hadn't even come close to thinking he wore that mask of self-confidence and being an asshole. To her, he had just been an idiotic jerk who loved teasing the new girls or getting a new flavor of the week, every week. As the ninth inning came to a close they won four to zero. It was a hollow victory to him; for sure Rory wouldn't be watching him pitch she wasn't that kind of girl. She was the kind of girl that no one would expect Tristan DuGrey of all people to fall for. She was everything that he needed and wanted to have. Rory was the girl who was the forbidden fruit for him he just wanted to kiss her once more, smell the sweet smell of her if he remembered correctly strawberries. Just to see those coffee colored locks once more but he knew that would never happen, Rory wasn't anywhere near him and never would be right?
Chapter 3: The Game
Rory Gilmore was at Fenway Park. It wasn't because she loved baseball or that she was dating one of the guys on the team, oh no. She was there for a newspaper article on the newest pitcher on the Boston Red Sox team. She hadn't wanted to but her so-called 'friend' and boss Paris Gellar had sworn if she wouldn't do the article she wouldn't ever work at the Boston Globe again. Rory loved her job and most of the stories were fun to right this however was an exception. How come Paris had assigned her to the job? Her current boyfriend Andy Ellis the sports guy for the Globe would have been thrilled to have this job. Paris said a feminine perspective was needed but anyone of the other female writers would have been thrilled. She didn't even know the name of the new pitcher and that would obviously be an issue after the game. She figured that she'd just ask someone nearby. As she sat waiting for the game to begin so started to get nervous. What if this guy was like some weird person who would fall in love with her? She really didn't want that she was fine with Andy at the moment. Although they had just started dating he was the sweetest guy ever. She thought fondly of the previous night and 'Rory Gilmore Park'. Sure, all of the guys she had dated had all done sweet things for her. Like Dean and the car, Jess and all those books he had bought her, Aaron (now Paris's boyfriend) and the puppy he had gotten her but something was different about Andy. He didn't seem to be the type of guy anyone would expect her to date. After all, he wrote about sports…a thing Rory didn't like to hear about or listen to. Yet, she was also writing for sports she was after all in a baseball stadium. Suddenly a conversation sparked up between Rory and the girl she was sitting next to. "Excuse me, do you know what the new pitchers name is?"
"I don't know his first name," she giggled. "But his last name is DuGrey,"
'DuGrey...Tristan DuGrey!!!' her brain screamed but she tried to convince herself it was a twist of fate. No way could Tristan DuGrey be a baseball player let alone be the one she would have to interview. She eventually did convince herself DuGrey was a common last name. She leaned back in her chair and took a sip of coffee, only to immediately spit it out. It wasn't because it was bad but because of the picture on the big video screen. TRISTAN DUGREY if flashed in big letters. She saw his picture with the smirk that was so familiar and memories swirled around in her head while in disbelief. 'Chilton. Mary. Piano. Kiss. I hate him. Romeo. Juliet. Good-Bye I would kiss you but your uh...boyfriend's watching'. It took her years to rid herself of the haunting memory of his good-bye and yet it was back. "Paris!" she muttered. Pulling out her cell phone she punched in the memorized phone number of the Boston Globe. "Paris Gellar speaking how may I help you today?" her voice answered perkily. "I can't believe you," she snarled into the phone. "Hello Rory," Paris said pleasantly. "What's the pitcher name Paris Gellar?" she demanded. "Oh, I don't know…" she teased making Rory more mad. "What the hell do you want me to do?" she asked trying to remain calm. "Rory he's had a crush on you since the day you walked into Chilton,"
"Haha, Paris nice joke but it's not going to work on me,"
"It's the truth though!" Paris protested trying to convince Rory it was truly the truth. "You're expecting me to believe you? The boy who was a player and called me Mary--" Paris interrupted her. "Think back to when he said good-bye he did say he wish he could kiss you right?"
"Right," she admitted sadly. "Why do you think he said that?"
"To annoy me," she claimed. "No, Rory it's because he likes you,"
"So, do I really have to do this?"
"You know you need to,"
"Fine, but Paris…"
"Just give him a chance, okay?" With that Paris hung up leaving Rory even more confused than before. Did he deserve another chance? It was unknown to her but Tristan was they're pitching for the Red Sox thinking of her hoping if she ever did see him again she'd give him another chance. So, then she decided everyone needed a second chance so she might as well let him have his.
"This one's for Rory," muttered Tristan. He pitched…it was Strike 1. 'Strike One with Rory must have been calling her Mary'. He pitched again, another Strike! Strike Two must have been when we kissed.' He recalled himself telling her it was "a mistake". His final pitch to this player John Morse, on the Chicago Cubs was his Third strike. 'Strike Three must have been when I was sent to military school.' He hadn't seen Rory Gilmore since that night he had said good-bye. Why couldn't he forget about her? Millions of girls would jump at the chance to date him. Rory was probably off in Europe or somewhere else exotic living her dream of being a journalist. She was most likely halfway around the world. She had broken his heart without even knowing it. She hadn't even come close to thinking he wore that mask of self-confidence and being an asshole. To her, he had just been an idiotic jerk who loved teasing the new girls or getting a new flavor of the week, every week. As the ninth inning came to a close they won four to zero. It was a hollow victory to him; for sure Rory wouldn't be watching him pitch she wasn't that kind of girl. She was the kind of girl that no one would expect Tristan DuGrey of all people to fall for. She was everything that he needed and wanted to have. Rory was the girl who was the forbidden fruit for him he just wanted to kiss her once more, smell the sweet smell of her if he remembered correctly strawberries. Just to see those coffee colored locks once more but he knew that would never happen, Rory wasn't anywhere near him and never would be right?