Part 7: Confessions
"You know," Rory said slowly as Tristan maneuvered his way out of the streets of Boston and onto the freeway. "I need to know more about this Tristan,"
"What one?" he gazed at her for a moment and she smiled at him. "The one that's sitting next to me. The Tristan in February of sophomore year,"
"Rory you don't get it do you?" He sighed while running a hand through his already tousled hair yet again. "What don't I get?" she asked him bewildered at his antics. "The Tristan you knew from high school is gone, Rory,"
"Okay, your right I don't get it. I don't see how or why." she trailed off. "I went to Military School because of you,"
"No.I didn't break into that safe you did,"
"Because of you,"
"Why?"
"Dammit Rory! I knew I never had a chance with you. You were to far away from my grasp. When you first came you were just a piece of the game. You were a conquest just like the others," he paused making Rory's face fall at the mention of her being a 'conquest'. Throwing caution to the wind he continued. "But the more I teased you and the more you fought back against it I started to fall in love. They way you'd take notes and how every few minutes you'd tuck a stray piece of hair behind your ear. God, I loved every single minute I was near you. When you told Dean you hated me it felt like a million knifes were stabbing me in the chest,"
"I never really hated you," she whispered softly. "that's why you said it, right?"
"I only said it because I was getting so angry at you. You wouldn't leave me alone about that concert. Who'd you take anyways?"
"I didn't go,"
"How come?"
"I didn't want to go with anyone except you," she was falling for him and failing what she had promised herself not to do. She had vowed to herself she wouldn't fall in love. But, what was she doing? Instead of listening to logic that made sense she was following her heart for once. She couldn't understand it why was her head going against logic? It had never happened before with Dean, Jess, Andy or any of the other guys she had dated. Tristan was different he never seemed to fade away like most of the others had. Eight years hadn't erased his image from her mind. She twirled a piece of hair around her fingers and sighed audibly.
Tristan heard the sigh but was to caught up in his own thoughts to notice. What are you doing DuGrey? He thought to himself. She's never going to fall in love with you. He glanced over at Rory and yet again his breath caught in his throat and then he scolded himself. Why did he fall for Rory? Memories swirled around in her head and then the tears began cascading down his cheeks. Rory Gilmore was what he needed. He needed to hear her lilting voice, he needed to see her smile light up his world, he needed to see her eyes sparkle in happiness when talking about something she loved. "Tristan?" her soft voice filled the empty void in his heart. "What?" he asked her his voice hoarse. "Have you given up girls forever?" he sighed and didn't dare look over at her. "I guess,"
"But why? Millions of girls would die to go on a date with you,"
"Rory don't you see!" he cried out. "See what?"
"I'm so sick and tired of meaningless kisses. The stone cold connection. I hate it all! No fireworks from just talking to each other. Conversations about who's cheating on whom at the country club are not what I want in my life. All I want is someone who looks behind the fancy cars and high salary. Someone who knows my faults but still loves me. Someone who doesn't care what your last name is whether it's DuGrey or Gilmore. Someone who is so utterly in love with me as I'm in love with them," he voice cracked and he didn't dare look over at Rory knowing if he did he'd lose in the fighting battle of him crying. "Oh Tristan I'm sorry.I had no idea."
"You only thought I'd want a wife with looks and no brains?"
"Well, yeah. That's who you wanted in high school,"
"I pretended," he choked out. "You what?" asked Rory wide eyed. "The day you came into Chilton I knew the girls I normally dated weren't that smart but before you came I hadn't cared. As you bantered with me and worked on projects for school with me I began to hate my player image. So, I pretended to want those kind of girls,"
"You should have told me,"
"And then be laughed in my face?"
"I wouldn't do that!"
"Oh yeah, don't you remember?"
FLASHBACK:
TRISTAN: Oh, coming to greet me?
RORY: Hello, Tristan.
TRISTAN: So where's my birthday kiss?
RORY: It's my birthday.
TRISTAN: So I'll give you a birthday kiss.
RORY: What is wrong with you?
TRISTAN: Ok, I gotta tell you something. I'm madly in love with you.
RORY: Well, good luck with that.
TRISTAN: I can't eat, I can't sleep...I wake up in the middle of the night calling your name. Rory, Rory!
RORY: Would you shut up please?
END FLASHBACK
"yes," she said softly. "I remember it all," Rory looked over at Tristan he shifted uneasily knowing her eyes were on him. "What do you want in a guy?" he asked her. "I want the guy to know I'm independent that I don't need him twenty-four seven. Someone who can think for themselves, is really a sweet guy who would risk anything for me, one who loves reading my articles and," she said her voice dropping slightly. "A guy who loves EVERYTHING about me from the way I talk to the way I tuck my hair behind my ear," Rory couldn't believe she was telling Tristan DuGrey, of all people this. "Is he that perfect guy?"
"Who?"
"Andy,"
"I don't know I'm only 24,"
"Some people find it at 16,"
"Well I'm not like most people,"
"I know that's what made me fall in love with you,"
"You know," Rory said slowly as Tristan maneuvered his way out of the streets of Boston and onto the freeway. "I need to know more about this Tristan,"
"What one?" he gazed at her for a moment and she smiled at him. "The one that's sitting next to me. The Tristan in February of sophomore year,"
"Rory you don't get it do you?" He sighed while running a hand through his already tousled hair yet again. "What don't I get?" she asked him bewildered at his antics. "The Tristan you knew from high school is gone, Rory,"
"Okay, your right I don't get it. I don't see how or why." she trailed off. "I went to Military School because of you,"
"No.I didn't break into that safe you did,"
"Because of you,"
"Why?"
"Dammit Rory! I knew I never had a chance with you. You were to far away from my grasp. When you first came you were just a piece of the game. You were a conquest just like the others," he paused making Rory's face fall at the mention of her being a 'conquest'. Throwing caution to the wind he continued. "But the more I teased you and the more you fought back against it I started to fall in love. They way you'd take notes and how every few minutes you'd tuck a stray piece of hair behind your ear. God, I loved every single minute I was near you. When you told Dean you hated me it felt like a million knifes were stabbing me in the chest,"
"I never really hated you," she whispered softly. "that's why you said it, right?"
"I only said it because I was getting so angry at you. You wouldn't leave me alone about that concert. Who'd you take anyways?"
"I didn't go,"
"How come?"
"I didn't want to go with anyone except you," she was falling for him and failing what she had promised herself not to do. She had vowed to herself she wouldn't fall in love. But, what was she doing? Instead of listening to logic that made sense she was following her heart for once. She couldn't understand it why was her head going against logic? It had never happened before with Dean, Jess, Andy or any of the other guys she had dated. Tristan was different he never seemed to fade away like most of the others had. Eight years hadn't erased his image from her mind. She twirled a piece of hair around her fingers and sighed audibly.
Tristan heard the sigh but was to caught up in his own thoughts to notice. What are you doing DuGrey? He thought to himself. She's never going to fall in love with you. He glanced over at Rory and yet again his breath caught in his throat and then he scolded himself. Why did he fall for Rory? Memories swirled around in her head and then the tears began cascading down his cheeks. Rory Gilmore was what he needed. He needed to hear her lilting voice, he needed to see her smile light up his world, he needed to see her eyes sparkle in happiness when talking about something she loved. "Tristan?" her soft voice filled the empty void in his heart. "What?" he asked her his voice hoarse. "Have you given up girls forever?" he sighed and didn't dare look over at her. "I guess,"
"But why? Millions of girls would die to go on a date with you,"
"Rory don't you see!" he cried out. "See what?"
"I'm so sick and tired of meaningless kisses. The stone cold connection. I hate it all! No fireworks from just talking to each other. Conversations about who's cheating on whom at the country club are not what I want in my life. All I want is someone who looks behind the fancy cars and high salary. Someone who knows my faults but still loves me. Someone who doesn't care what your last name is whether it's DuGrey or Gilmore. Someone who is so utterly in love with me as I'm in love with them," he voice cracked and he didn't dare look over at Rory knowing if he did he'd lose in the fighting battle of him crying. "Oh Tristan I'm sorry.I had no idea."
"You only thought I'd want a wife with looks and no brains?"
"Well, yeah. That's who you wanted in high school,"
"I pretended," he choked out. "You what?" asked Rory wide eyed. "The day you came into Chilton I knew the girls I normally dated weren't that smart but before you came I hadn't cared. As you bantered with me and worked on projects for school with me I began to hate my player image. So, I pretended to want those kind of girls,"
"You should have told me,"
"And then be laughed in my face?"
"I wouldn't do that!"
"Oh yeah, don't you remember?"
FLASHBACK:
TRISTAN: Oh, coming to greet me?
RORY: Hello, Tristan.
TRISTAN: So where's my birthday kiss?
RORY: It's my birthday.
TRISTAN: So I'll give you a birthday kiss.
RORY: What is wrong with you?
TRISTAN: Ok, I gotta tell you something. I'm madly in love with you.
RORY: Well, good luck with that.
TRISTAN: I can't eat, I can't sleep...I wake up in the middle of the night calling your name. Rory, Rory!
RORY: Would you shut up please?
END FLASHBACK
"yes," she said softly. "I remember it all," Rory looked over at Tristan he shifted uneasily knowing her eyes were on him. "What do you want in a guy?" he asked her. "I want the guy to know I'm independent that I don't need him twenty-four seven. Someone who can think for themselves, is really a sweet guy who would risk anything for me, one who loves reading my articles and," she said her voice dropping slightly. "A guy who loves EVERYTHING about me from the way I talk to the way I tuck my hair behind my ear," Rory couldn't believe she was telling Tristan DuGrey, of all people this. "Is he that perfect guy?"
"Who?"
"Andy,"
"I don't know I'm only 24,"
"Some people find it at 16,"
"Well I'm not like most people,"
"I know that's what made me fall in love with you,"