AN - I just want to update soon, so I'm sorry it's short, but I'll have
another one up ASAP. I thank all 5 of you that reviewed. You make me want
to keep writing.
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Chapter 3 - Phone calls and confusion
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Leigh Ann woke up for a second time that morning because of her cell phone ringing. "Who the hell calls me at."she grabbed the clock, "10:30?!?!" she said the time sounding more disappointed than upset. "Hello?" she said into the tiny flip phone.
"Well good morning Leigh Ann. How was your night last night?"
"It was just fine Kyle, why do you ask?"
"Oh, I just got a call from Tristan. He told me about how you spent the night at his place last night," Kyle said suggestively through a huge grin.
"It was NOTHING Kyle, I was just worn out and a little too drunk to be going home on my own."
"Sure, he told me all about how he went to sleep with you in his arms."
"It was really cold," she fought back; "he was just keeping warm."
"He also told me about how you left with his sweatshirt and you didn't even give him your number."
"Well, like I said, it was cold, so I borrowed his sweatshirt and if he wants it back, like I assume he does, he'll just have to come over here and get it along with my number I forgot to leave due to the fact that it was way too early to remember something as important as that."
"Which leads me to another thing, why'd you leave so early?"
"I think that's a question that only Tristan should know the answer to."
"You know he's just going to tell me anyways."
"Well, that's his decision, not mine."
"So I guess the real reason why I'm calling you is because he wanted to get your number, but I wasn't sure if there was some strange reason as to why you didn't leave it for him in the first place."
"Nope, no secret, no 'I knew him my whole life but then left without a word' kind of story."
This made Kyle pause for just a minute, knowing that that was exactly what happened to Tristan years ago. Then she continued, "Just plain old forgetfulness. But, just give him my address and tell him to come over at about four. I'll make sure Kyla is out."
"Aha, so you wanna do things that you can't do while the roommate is still in the apartment. I knew it!"
"Noooo, I just want to have a conversation that the roommate can't listen in on."
"Whatever you say Leigh, but just know that I know the truth, so there's no point in hiding it anymore."
"Shut up Kyle, I'll talk to you later, I have things to do."
"You mean like make yourself pretty and make sure you smell good for Tristan."
"No, I enjoy being pretty and smelling good for the whole world, not just Tristan, and I'm hanging up now."
With that Leigh Ann hung up the phone and curled back up into the covers lost in thought.
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"See, you want to look pretty for him," Kyle said in a mocking voice, only to realize she had actually hung up the phone and he was pretty much talking to himself. He was slightly confused about the whole conversation, but he could've just been reading too much into the whole thing.
The entire thing about her not having any secrets about Tristan and then managing to sum up the one truly horrible thing that happened to him in his years really confused him. Then there was the whole wanting to have a conversation with him without Kyla being there. It was probably nothing, but something was eating at him inside telling him to look into it more.
"Maybe later," he said to himself as he picked up the phone and called Tristan's cell.
"Hey Tristan," he said cheerily as Tristan answered the phone.
"What's up Kyle?" Tristan asked, sounded fairly happy.
"Just got off the phone with our pal Leigh Ann Hayden, she wants you to go over to her place at around four."
"So did you get any explanations as to why she left this morning?" he asked, with hope in his voice.
"Nah, she explained all her actions, like how she was too tired and drunk to go home alone, and how cold it was, but apparently the reason or reasons she left are for your ears only, meaning you're going to have to tell me about this when you get back."
"I don't know about this one Kyle, I think if she says it is for only me to hear we should leave it that way."
"C'mon Tris, when have you ever kept anything a girl has told you to yourself?"
"Well, you know what Kyle, I think it should be her decision, so if she says I can tell you I will, if not, I'll just give you little snippets."
"Alright fine man, just make sure you're there at 4, she lives at 2324 Richter St, apartment 27."
"Thanks man, I appreciate you doing that for me."
"Hey, it was nothing, really."
"Alright, I'll talk to you later"
"Later Tris," Kyle said as he hung up his phone.
He was starting to feel really left out of this whole thing. His best friend was leaving it up to Leigh on whether what they talk about could be said to anyone else, and if he knew Leigh at all, which he thought he did, the answer would most definitely be no.
He decided to just put it off and go out wandering for a few hours.
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Tristan hung up his phone and decided it was time to start getting ready. He could only wonder if she was going to tell him the truth today, because he was now certain that they both knew what was going on.
He hopped in the shower and just got lost in his thoughts.
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As Rory finally got out of bed, she couldn't help but cuddle up to the sweatshirt she still had on. It smelled like him, his cologne and just the scent of him. She looked at it and wondered if things would've turned out differently if she had gone to Harvard like she'd always dreamed of doing. She also wondered if that was the reason he had gone, knowing that it was her school of choice and hoping to run in to her.
When she got out of the shower, she took her time getting ready, knowing that Kyla was most likely up and waiting to have the conversation she was dreading. It was hard telling Kyla about leaving her mother, but that had to be done, she never had to leave Tristan, which was why it was hard to even think about it, let alone talk about it.
She pulled on a simple black tank top and a pair of low rise jeans. She wasn't out to impress today, just explain.
As she walked out into the living room, just as she suspected, she saw Kyla sitting there just waiting for her.
"So Leigh, you about ready to have that conversation?"
"Yeah, alright Kyla," she said plopping down onto the couch
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End, did you like it, I really, really hope you did. Don't forget to review!!!
~randi
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Chapter 3 - Phone calls and confusion
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Leigh Ann woke up for a second time that morning because of her cell phone ringing. "Who the hell calls me at."she grabbed the clock, "10:30?!?!" she said the time sounding more disappointed than upset. "Hello?" she said into the tiny flip phone.
"Well good morning Leigh Ann. How was your night last night?"
"It was just fine Kyle, why do you ask?"
"Oh, I just got a call from Tristan. He told me about how you spent the night at his place last night," Kyle said suggestively through a huge grin.
"It was NOTHING Kyle, I was just worn out and a little too drunk to be going home on my own."
"Sure, he told me all about how he went to sleep with you in his arms."
"It was really cold," she fought back; "he was just keeping warm."
"He also told me about how you left with his sweatshirt and you didn't even give him your number."
"Well, like I said, it was cold, so I borrowed his sweatshirt and if he wants it back, like I assume he does, he'll just have to come over here and get it along with my number I forgot to leave due to the fact that it was way too early to remember something as important as that."
"Which leads me to another thing, why'd you leave so early?"
"I think that's a question that only Tristan should know the answer to."
"You know he's just going to tell me anyways."
"Well, that's his decision, not mine."
"So I guess the real reason why I'm calling you is because he wanted to get your number, but I wasn't sure if there was some strange reason as to why you didn't leave it for him in the first place."
"Nope, no secret, no 'I knew him my whole life but then left without a word' kind of story."
This made Kyle pause for just a minute, knowing that that was exactly what happened to Tristan years ago. Then she continued, "Just plain old forgetfulness. But, just give him my address and tell him to come over at about four. I'll make sure Kyla is out."
"Aha, so you wanna do things that you can't do while the roommate is still in the apartment. I knew it!"
"Noooo, I just want to have a conversation that the roommate can't listen in on."
"Whatever you say Leigh, but just know that I know the truth, so there's no point in hiding it anymore."
"Shut up Kyle, I'll talk to you later, I have things to do."
"You mean like make yourself pretty and make sure you smell good for Tristan."
"No, I enjoy being pretty and smelling good for the whole world, not just Tristan, and I'm hanging up now."
With that Leigh Ann hung up the phone and curled back up into the covers lost in thought.
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"See, you want to look pretty for him," Kyle said in a mocking voice, only to realize she had actually hung up the phone and he was pretty much talking to himself. He was slightly confused about the whole conversation, but he could've just been reading too much into the whole thing.
The entire thing about her not having any secrets about Tristan and then managing to sum up the one truly horrible thing that happened to him in his years really confused him. Then there was the whole wanting to have a conversation with him without Kyla being there. It was probably nothing, but something was eating at him inside telling him to look into it more.
"Maybe later," he said to himself as he picked up the phone and called Tristan's cell.
"Hey Tristan," he said cheerily as Tristan answered the phone.
"What's up Kyle?" Tristan asked, sounded fairly happy.
"Just got off the phone with our pal Leigh Ann Hayden, she wants you to go over to her place at around four."
"So did you get any explanations as to why she left this morning?" he asked, with hope in his voice.
"Nah, she explained all her actions, like how she was too tired and drunk to go home alone, and how cold it was, but apparently the reason or reasons she left are for your ears only, meaning you're going to have to tell me about this when you get back."
"I don't know about this one Kyle, I think if she says it is for only me to hear we should leave it that way."
"C'mon Tris, when have you ever kept anything a girl has told you to yourself?"
"Well, you know what Kyle, I think it should be her decision, so if she says I can tell you I will, if not, I'll just give you little snippets."
"Alright fine man, just make sure you're there at 4, she lives at 2324 Richter St, apartment 27."
"Thanks man, I appreciate you doing that for me."
"Hey, it was nothing, really."
"Alright, I'll talk to you later"
"Later Tris," Kyle said as he hung up his phone.
He was starting to feel really left out of this whole thing. His best friend was leaving it up to Leigh on whether what they talk about could be said to anyone else, and if he knew Leigh at all, which he thought he did, the answer would most definitely be no.
He decided to just put it off and go out wandering for a few hours.
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Tristan hung up his phone and decided it was time to start getting ready. He could only wonder if she was going to tell him the truth today, because he was now certain that they both knew what was going on.
He hopped in the shower and just got lost in his thoughts.
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As Rory finally got out of bed, she couldn't help but cuddle up to the sweatshirt she still had on. It smelled like him, his cologne and just the scent of him. She looked at it and wondered if things would've turned out differently if she had gone to Harvard like she'd always dreamed of doing. She also wondered if that was the reason he had gone, knowing that it was her school of choice and hoping to run in to her.
When she got out of the shower, she took her time getting ready, knowing that Kyla was most likely up and waiting to have the conversation she was dreading. It was hard telling Kyla about leaving her mother, but that had to be done, she never had to leave Tristan, which was why it was hard to even think about it, let alone talk about it.
She pulled on a simple black tank top and a pair of low rise jeans. She wasn't out to impress today, just explain.
As she walked out into the living room, just as she suspected, she saw Kyla sitting there just waiting for her.
"So Leigh, you about ready to have that conversation?"
"Yeah, alright Kyla," she said plopping down onto the couch
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End, did you like it, I really, really hope you did. Don't forget to review!!!
~randi