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Part 8: I can't handle..
"OH!!! Dunkin' Doughnuts!" cried out Rory abruptly changing the subject. She looked over at Tristan and sighed again. "Can we stop?" she asked him. "No," came his reply. "Please?" that one little word made him melt. He pulled up into the parking lot as Rory squealed her thanks. She hopped out and Tristan buried his head in his hands. What was he doing? He didn't exactly know, why was he doing this? It was only making him more hurt in the process. It made him realize how much he wanted Rory to love him. The more Rory tried to maneuver past his comments the more hurt he was becoming. Tears slid down his cheeks. The warm tears blurred his vision. He couldn't stop, a few minutes later he could see Rory making her way out of the coffee shop. He brushed away his tears quickly. She plopped herself back into his car and she smiled at him. "Thanks," she whispered. He merely nodded not being able to say anything. "Tris." she began but stopped. The nickname made Tristan move his head to face her. "You've been crying!" she exclaimed in surprise. "Yeah." he mumbled. "Why?" she asked him avidly concerned. "Because." but then he noticed how close they were to each other. "I can't tell you," he finished lamely. "Well, the least I can do is this," she said as she pulled a tissue out of her pocket. She wiped his tears away and then took a breath. "Could you at least give me a hint to why you're crying?"
"You," he said quickly. He didn't dare move even shift his eyes away from her after seeing the flash in her eyes of unhappiness. They were so close, only millimeters apart. Their lips met and as Rory processed what was happening she kissed him back with such force that Tristan pulled back first. "Don't do this Rory," he whispered and pulled out of Dunkin' Doughnuts. "I'm sorry," she said casting her eyes away from him. Why did I kiss him? She thought. Your dating Andy.but do you love him? A nagging voice resounded in her head. She then burst into tears, as she pulled her legs to her chest and resting her chin on top of her knees. She began to cry audibly. Tristan heard her and pulled his car into the break down lane. "Rory what are we doing?" he asked while cutting his engine off. "I don't know," she mumbled not looking at him. "Look at me," he commanded but she didn't. Her silky brown hair hid her face from him. So, Tristan hopped out of the car and with a few quick strides he was over on Rory's side. He opened the door and opened his arms pulling her into a tight hug. "Shh.Rory it's okay," he tried to comfort her but the sobs that took over her body wouldn't stop. He pulled away from her, his shirt now soaked with her tears. He cradled her chin in his hands and couldn't believe what he was doing. "Look, Rory we shouldn't be doing this you're in love with Andy, right?"
"I don't know," she admitted to him her eyes still filled with tears. "Well, I know I'd love it if we kissed a million time tonight but we can't. You know I'm in love with you but you're not in love with me and I can't handle what happened in the parking lot. I can't handle you leading me on like this, okay?"
"Okay I'm really sor--," Tristan held up his hands to silence her. "The kiss happened and it meant nothing just like that one kiss at Madeline's Party," he said sullenly. NO!!! Screamed Rory's brain. Those kisses made me feel something more than I've ever felt before!!
DUGREY! Why the hell did you say that? Both of them meant the world for you. You've got another chance and your letting it slide by! Tristan slowly walked back to he other side of the car his shoulders hunched over in defeat. Rory shut her door quietly. She felt as defeated as Tristan looked and it showed. He started the car again and the song 'Somewhere over the Rainbow' began to play.
Somewhere, over the rainbow, way up high,
there's a land that I heard of once in a lullaby.
Somewhere, over the rainbow, skies are blue,
and the dreams that you dare to dream
Really do come true.
Someday I'll wish upon a star
and wake up where the clouds are far behind me.
Where troubles melt like lemon drops,
away above the chimney tops,
that's where you'll find me.
Somewhere, over the rainbow, bluebirds fly.
Birds fly over the rainbow,
Why then - oh, why can't I?
Someday I'll wish upon a star
and wake up where the clouds are far behind me.
Where troubles melt like lemon drops,
away above the chimney tops,
That's where you'll find me.
Somewhere, over the rainbow, bluebirds fly.
Birds fly over the rainbow,
Why then - oh, why can't I?
If happy little bluebirds fly
beyond the rainbow
why, oh, why can't I?
If happy little bluebirds fly
beyond the rainbow
why, oh, why can't I?
Meanwhile Rory and Tristan were thinking about what would happen years from now. 'Next time I see him he'll be married to some girl, the kind of girl he's been dreaming about. The girl who will be the opposite of me!'
'Rory will probably wind up with bag boy in the end. I'll still be sitting there wishing I were with her. He could picture the scene perfectly. "Hello I'm Rory Gilmore-Hart and I'll be writing about your retirement from the Boston Red Sox. By the way this is my husband Dean and my children Lori, Jamie and John," She'd look as beautiful as she does now.'
Rory had fallen asleep a while later. In her dream Tristan was there. "Tristan! I love you!" she cried out in desperation. "This is Leslie," he said pausing while looking down at Rory. "my wife,"
"But.don't you love me?" she questioned. Tristan laughed coldly at her. "Love you?" Rory gulped and nodded. "No, I love Leslie. You had your chance,"
"No!!!" Rory yelped in the car. "No.no you can't!! It's not fair!!"
"Rory," murmured Tristan in her ear. "You!! I hate you!!" she shouted. "RORY!!" he cried out louder shaking her awake. She opened her eyes to meet Tristan's concerned blue eyes. "We're here," he said softly pushing back a stray lock of her hair. "But we're at my house," she said confused. "I thought you could give me a tour?" he bit his lip nervously and she agreed. Sliding out of the car she remembered her dream and shuddered at the memory. "Are you cold?" his husky voice asked softly. "I'm fine," she lied. "You're lying," he accused as he handed over his jacket to her. She put it on and noticed it was slightly large. Tristan surveyed her quickly. Her jean fit her frame in all the right places showing off her figure. The shirt she wore under the jacket was short-sleeved, v-neck top with dark purple, gray and light purple stripes contrasting with her ivory colored skin. His jacket draped around her thin frame reminded him of how delicate Rory really was. He draped his arm around her shoulder casually and Rory didn't push him away. She smiled up at him thankful for him being there. He wore cargo pants with a dark blue shirt matching the color of his blue eyes perfectly. His eyes danced in the light of the fireflies. He wore a baseball cap with the famous red B with white outlining for the Red Sox. They made their way into the Main St. of Stars Hollow oblivious to the fact of how good they looked together as a couple.
Part 8: I can't handle..
"OH!!! Dunkin' Doughnuts!" cried out Rory abruptly changing the subject. She looked over at Tristan and sighed again. "Can we stop?" she asked him. "No," came his reply. "Please?" that one little word made him melt. He pulled up into the parking lot as Rory squealed her thanks. She hopped out and Tristan buried his head in his hands. What was he doing? He didn't exactly know, why was he doing this? It was only making him more hurt in the process. It made him realize how much he wanted Rory to love him. The more Rory tried to maneuver past his comments the more hurt he was becoming. Tears slid down his cheeks. The warm tears blurred his vision. He couldn't stop, a few minutes later he could see Rory making her way out of the coffee shop. He brushed away his tears quickly. She plopped herself back into his car and she smiled at him. "Thanks," she whispered. He merely nodded not being able to say anything. "Tris." she began but stopped. The nickname made Tristan move his head to face her. "You've been crying!" she exclaimed in surprise. "Yeah." he mumbled. "Why?" she asked him avidly concerned. "Because." but then he noticed how close they were to each other. "I can't tell you," he finished lamely. "Well, the least I can do is this," she said as she pulled a tissue out of her pocket. She wiped his tears away and then took a breath. "Could you at least give me a hint to why you're crying?"
"You," he said quickly. He didn't dare move even shift his eyes away from her after seeing the flash in her eyes of unhappiness. They were so close, only millimeters apart. Their lips met and as Rory processed what was happening she kissed him back with such force that Tristan pulled back first. "Don't do this Rory," he whispered and pulled out of Dunkin' Doughnuts. "I'm sorry," she said casting her eyes away from him. Why did I kiss him? She thought. Your dating Andy.but do you love him? A nagging voice resounded in her head. She then burst into tears, as she pulled her legs to her chest and resting her chin on top of her knees. She began to cry audibly. Tristan heard her and pulled his car into the break down lane. "Rory what are we doing?" he asked while cutting his engine off. "I don't know," she mumbled not looking at him. "Look at me," he commanded but she didn't. Her silky brown hair hid her face from him. So, Tristan hopped out of the car and with a few quick strides he was over on Rory's side. He opened the door and opened his arms pulling her into a tight hug. "Shh.Rory it's okay," he tried to comfort her but the sobs that took over her body wouldn't stop. He pulled away from her, his shirt now soaked with her tears. He cradled her chin in his hands and couldn't believe what he was doing. "Look, Rory we shouldn't be doing this you're in love with Andy, right?"
"I don't know," she admitted to him her eyes still filled with tears. "Well, I know I'd love it if we kissed a million time tonight but we can't. You know I'm in love with you but you're not in love with me and I can't handle what happened in the parking lot. I can't handle you leading me on like this, okay?"
"Okay I'm really sor--," Tristan held up his hands to silence her. "The kiss happened and it meant nothing just like that one kiss at Madeline's Party," he said sullenly. NO!!! Screamed Rory's brain. Those kisses made me feel something more than I've ever felt before!!
DUGREY! Why the hell did you say that? Both of them meant the world for you. You've got another chance and your letting it slide by! Tristan slowly walked back to he other side of the car his shoulders hunched over in defeat. Rory shut her door quietly. She felt as defeated as Tristan looked and it showed. He started the car again and the song 'Somewhere over the Rainbow' began to play.
Somewhere, over the rainbow, way up high,
there's a land that I heard of once in a lullaby.
Somewhere, over the rainbow, skies are blue,
and the dreams that you dare to dream
Really do come true.
Someday I'll wish upon a star
and wake up where the clouds are far behind me.
Where troubles melt like lemon drops,
away above the chimney tops,
that's where you'll find me.
Somewhere, over the rainbow, bluebirds fly.
Birds fly over the rainbow,
Why then - oh, why can't I?
Someday I'll wish upon a star
and wake up where the clouds are far behind me.
Where troubles melt like lemon drops,
away above the chimney tops,
That's where you'll find me.
Somewhere, over the rainbow, bluebirds fly.
Birds fly over the rainbow,
Why then - oh, why can't I?
If happy little bluebirds fly
beyond the rainbow
why, oh, why can't I?
If happy little bluebirds fly
beyond the rainbow
why, oh, why can't I?
Meanwhile Rory and Tristan were thinking about what would happen years from now. 'Next time I see him he'll be married to some girl, the kind of girl he's been dreaming about. The girl who will be the opposite of me!'
'Rory will probably wind up with bag boy in the end. I'll still be sitting there wishing I were with her. He could picture the scene perfectly. "Hello I'm Rory Gilmore-Hart and I'll be writing about your retirement from the Boston Red Sox. By the way this is my husband Dean and my children Lori, Jamie and John," She'd look as beautiful as she does now.'
Rory had fallen asleep a while later. In her dream Tristan was there. "Tristan! I love you!" she cried out in desperation. "This is Leslie," he said pausing while looking down at Rory. "my wife,"
"But.don't you love me?" she questioned. Tristan laughed coldly at her. "Love you?" Rory gulped and nodded. "No, I love Leslie. You had your chance,"
"No!!!" Rory yelped in the car. "No.no you can't!! It's not fair!!"
"Rory," murmured Tristan in her ear. "You!! I hate you!!" she shouted. "RORY!!" he cried out louder shaking her awake. She opened her eyes to meet Tristan's concerned blue eyes. "We're here," he said softly pushing back a stray lock of her hair. "But we're at my house," she said confused. "I thought you could give me a tour?" he bit his lip nervously and she agreed. Sliding out of the car she remembered her dream and shuddered at the memory. "Are you cold?" his husky voice asked softly. "I'm fine," she lied. "You're lying," he accused as he handed over his jacket to her. She put it on and noticed it was slightly large. Tristan surveyed her quickly. Her jean fit her frame in all the right places showing off her figure. The shirt she wore under the jacket was short-sleeved, v-neck top with dark purple, gray and light purple stripes contrasting with her ivory colored skin. His jacket draped around her thin frame reminded him of how delicate Rory really was. He draped his arm around her shoulder casually and Rory didn't push him away. She smiled up at him thankful for him being there. He wore cargo pants with a dark blue shirt matching the color of his blue eyes perfectly. His eyes danced in the light of the fireflies. He wore a baseball cap with the famous red B with white outlining for the Red Sox. They made their way into the Main St. of Stars Hollow oblivious to the fact of how good they looked together as a couple.