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Fsefds: Interesting name.. anyway, You may get your wish by the end of the next chapter!! ^^
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iHEARTlucasscott: Thanks for the kind words! I don't like it when they make Tristan obsessive. She needed to realize! Anyway, here's your update!! Look no further!
Smile1: Thanks for the comment about my writing! And, I'm glad you like the plot!!
AppleJuice: Thanks! It shall!!
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Well, ENJOY!!! ^^
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Title: True Love
Rating: PG/PG13
Summary: You know it.
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The irritation! That noise! The alarm, that's what it was. I hadn't realized what it was after it's going off for the third time in the morning. Well, I didn't realize because of the variety that we have in my Yale dorm room.
Janet's, of course, goes off around 5:00. And Paris still continues to annoy all of us about it. Sometimes I wish I had at least more then one mean bone in my body so I could tell Paris off. Someone besides Janet needs to do it. That's all besides the point. Paris, also, has an alarm now. It goes off around 6:30 and mine goes off at 7:30. So, you can imagine my surprise when I heard my own go off.
I rolled out of bed and flicked the button that stopped the irritation from persisting and I stretched my arms wide, dragging the sleep from my body. The floor was cold, the air was cold, and it seemed like I was alone in my dorm room. And yes, like I already said, it was cold. Very cold.
I ran my fingers through my hair and looked around the room I slept in for something to wear that was still clean. I grabbed a few things and quickly got dressed and ran out of the door room to the cafeteria to get something to eat.
"Morning Rory!" It was Marty again. I can't say I hated the guy, he just seemed like a tiny bit of a pest. Not much. I'd gotten over my musings from last night about Tristan, so my mind was fresh with new ideas. I was still trying to figure out why I was really lacking in the dating area. Trevor was a complete dud and I should have read the 'dating book for dummies' or something similiar to it before attempting to start anything that could lead to a relationship just yet.
"Hey Marty." I replied, slightly exasperated. He must've noted my tone and excused, still going on considerably cheery. He flashed me a quick, toothy grin and grabbed a muffin.
"I'm sorry I still haven't been able to give you your robe back yet." He seemed slightly guilty with the statement and his eyes drifted downward as he followed me on the line for breakfast.
"It's ok." I mused and grabbed myself some more food. I was wrong. The only thing I could think about was Tristan and I could barely stay on the same subject as Marty. He followed me off the line and watched as I glared around the area for a place to sit. No one seemed interesting enough for me to sit with them, and I'd planned on going to my own table when Marty grabbed my arm gently and led me to his table, with his friends.
I was too quiet and was only catching bits and pieces of what they were saying. My mind was withdrawn into 'Tristan mode' and how much I missed him, and his teasing. I was brought out of my silence when Marty had said something directed to me.
"Rory, do you like the Spice Girls?" I made an amused face and my eyebrows shot up in question. Was this a trick question, or did he realize that I wasn't really a part of the conversation and decided to idly draw me in by asking something rather outrageous.
"No, why?" I responded after shoving a mouthful of eggs into my mouth. They were drenched in ketchup and I almost had the urge the spit it back onto my plate, but realized that it would have been a rather choice sight. So, I reluctantly swallowed down the rather distasteful substance, my face cringing at the bitter-sweet tomatoe sauce that had killed my eggs.
"I don't know, you look like a girl that would." I wasn't sure of his name, but one of the other guys, a friend Marty, answered for him. I raised a curious eyebrow in response and moved my eggs around on my plate, avoiding the ketchup.
"Do I know?" I finally responded. So, I was officialy a Tristan obsessed, uneducated in dating girl that looked like I liked the Spice Girls? Sure, I was on a good start for Yale. Then again, I guess I should have gotten a second opinion on the matter, seeing as this was Marty's friends that also told me they'd all tried on my robe.
The others nodded in sincerity and I rolled my eyes inwardly before disguising it as looking around the room to see who else was around. There wasn't anyone appealing for me to eye, so I switched my vision back to the guys around the table.
I'd had quite enough of them, so, instinctively, I stood up and thanked them politely for having me sit at their table, but told them that I regretfully had to go and finish some homework before my first class came rolling around. Of course, it was an excuse. I would never leave homework off for the morning, but I did need to get away from them.
I got up and pushed my garbage into the garbage can, but was stopped by Marty who gently took my elbow in his hand.
"Rory, could I ask you something?" He first stared at me, and then looked at the guys back at the table and I noticed that they were slightly prodding him on. Once again, I inwardly rolled my eyes. I just wanted to get away, and get back to my room to do some more thinking while sitting on my unnatural and expensive couch.
"Sure, but quickly." I didn't want to spend anymore time then I had to talking with him. I could see where it was going, and it didn't look to pretty.
"Would you consider.." He looked down at the floor nervously and shuffled his feet before removing his fingers from around my elbow. I raised an eyebrow in curiosity as he turned his gaze back up to me.
"Going on a date with me?" He turned to look at the guys for only a quick second and then looked back at me. So, my suspicions were right. He had seemed slightly attracted to me, and always seemed to be bringing up my robe. I looked at my watch as if could give me an answer to say and then looked back at him.
"Sure." I finally replied and walked around the garbage can and walked off. Perhaps he would drop it if I walked away, or if I didn't see him for the rest of the day. Operation: Ignore Marty was in play as soon as I reached my dorm room. Then, suddenly, all thoughts of it left my head. There was a large boquet of flowers on the table in a basket. Paris was in her art corner creating something that needed a lot of glue and it left a reek in the entire room.
"The flowers are for you." She said simply without looking at me. She was calm, surprisingly. Perhaps the day wasn't bad in anyway, and there was still hope for me yet. I examined the flowers and looked for a note of some sort, and finally found it in the dirt of the pot.
-Dear M,
I'm here. See you soon.
-Me.
Oh yeah, that helped a lot. And I wasn't "M". There must have been a mistake, because nothing was clicking. Then, I read it again and realized I was "M". Mary.
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PJPrincess: HA! Cliffhanger. In a way. What do you think? Tell me, and I may just continue!
Out.
Review Replies:
Fsefds: Interesting name.. anyway, You may get your wish by the end of the next chapter!! ^^
Apple_eye: Yep, Rory needs to realize Tristan's Greatness! ::drool:: I can't wait to hear you review!! ^^
iHEARTlucasscott: Thanks for the kind words! I don't like it when they make Tristan obsessive. She needed to realize! Anyway, here's your update!! Look no further!
Smile1: Thanks for the comment about my writing! And, I'm glad you like the plot!!
AppleJuice: Thanks! It shall!!
Jalna: Well, thanks for the tip on Tristan! I know what people are looking for now,! Your review was VERY very useful, just like everyone elses!! I hope you enjoy the continue!!
Well, ENJOY!!! ^^
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Title: True Love
Rating: PG/PG13
Summary: You know it.
-^-
The irritation! That noise! The alarm, that's what it was. I hadn't realized what it was after it's going off for the third time in the morning. Well, I didn't realize because of the variety that we have in my Yale dorm room.
Janet's, of course, goes off around 5:00. And Paris still continues to annoy all of us about it. Sometimes I wish I had at least more then one mean bone in my body so I could tell Paris off. Someone besides Janet needs to do it. That's all besides the point. Paris, also, has an alarm now. It goes off around 6:30 and mine goes off at 7:30. So, you can imagine my surprise when I heard my own go off.
I rolled out of bed and flicked the button that stopped the irritation from persisting and I stretched my arms wide, dragging the sleep from my body. The floor was cold, the air was cold, and it seemed like I was alone in my dorm room. And yes, like I already said, it was cold. Very cold.
I ran my fingers through my hair and looked around the room I slept in for something to wear that was still clean. I grabbed a few things and quickly got dressed and ran out of the door room to the cafeteria to get something to eat.
"Morning Rory!" It was Marty again. I can't say I hated the guy, he just seemed like a tiny bit of a pest. Not much. I'd gotten over my musings from last night about Tristan, so my mind was fresh with new ideas. I was still trying to figure out why I was really lacking in the dating area. Trevor was a complete dud and I should have read the 'dating book for dummies' or something similiar to it before attempting to start anything that could lead to a relationship just yet.
"Hey Marty." I replied, slightly exasperated. He must've noted my tone and excused, still going on considerably cheery. He flashed me a quick, toothy grin and grabbed a muffin.
"I'm sorry I still haven't been able to give you your robe back yet." He seemed slightly guilty with the statement and his eyes drifted downward as he followed me on the line for breakfast.
"It's ok." I mused and grabbed myself some more food. I was wrong. The only thing I could think about was Tristan and I could barely stay on the same subject as Marty. He followed me off the line and watched as I glared around the area for a place to sit. No one seemed interesting enough for me to sit with them, and I'd planned on going to my own table when Marty grabbed my arm gently and led me to his table, with his friends.
I was too quiet and was only catching bits and pieces of what they were saying. My mind was withdrawn into 'Tristan mode' and how much I missed him, and his teasing. I was brought out of my silence when Marty had said something directed to me.
"Rory, do you like the Spice Girls?" I made an amused face and my eyebrows shot up in question. Was this a trick question, or did he realize that I wasn't really a part of the conversation and decided to idly draw me in by asking something rather outrageous.
"No, why?" I responded after shoving a mouthful of eggs into my mouth. They were drenched in ketchup and I almost had the urge the spit it back onto my plate, but realized that it would have been a rather choice sight. So, I reluctantly swallowed down the rather distasteful substance, my face cringing at the bitter-sweet tomatoe sauce that had killed my eggs.
"I don't know, you look like a girl that would." I wasn't sure of his name, but one of the other guys, a friend Marty, answered for him. I raised a curious eyebrow in response and moved my eggs around on my plate, avoiding the ketchup.
"Do I know?" I finally responded. So, I was officialy a Tristan obsessed, uneducated in dating girl that looked like I liked the Spice Girls? Sure, I was on a good start for Yale. Then again, I guess I should have gotten a second opinion on the matter, seeing as this was Marty's friends that also told me they'd all tried on my robe.
The others nodded in sincerity and I rolled my eyes inwardly before disguising it as looking around the room to see who else was around. There wasn't anyone appealing for me to eye, so I switched my vision back to the guys around the table.
I'd had quite enough of them, so, instinctively, I stood up and thanked them politely for having me sit at their table, but told them that I regretfully had to go and finish some homework before my first class came rolling around. Of course, it was an excuse. I would never leave homework off for the morning, but I did need to get away from them.
I got up and pushed my garbage into the garbage can, but was stopped by Marty who gently took my elbow in his hand.
"Rory, could I ask you something?" He first stared at me, and then looked at the guys back at the table and I noticed that they were slightly prodding him on. Once again, I inwardly rolled my eyes. I just wanted to get away, and get back to my room to do some more thinking while sitting on my unnatural and expensive couch.
"Sure, but quickly." I didn't want to spend anymore time then I had to talking with him. I could see where it was going, and it didn't look to pretty.
"Would you consider.." He looked down at the floor nervously and shuffled his feet before removing his fingers from around my elbow. I raised an eyebrow in curiosity as he turned his gaze back up to me.
"Going on a date with me?" He turned to look at the guys for only a quick second and then looked back at me. So, my suspicions were right. He had seemed slightly attracted to me, and always seemed to be bringing up my robe. I looked at my watch as if could give me an answer to say and then looked back at him.
"Sure." I finally replied and walked around the garbage can and walked off. Perhaps he would drop it if I walked away, or if I didn't see him for the rest of the day. Operation: Ignore Marty was in play as soon as I reached my dorm room. Then, suddenly, all thoughts of it left my head. There was a large boquet of flowers on the table in a basket. Paris was in her art corner creating something that needed a lot of glue and it left a reek in the entire room.
"The flowers are for you." She said simply without looking at me. She was calm, surprisingly. Perhaps the day wasn't bad in anyway, and there was still hope for me yet. I examined the flowers and looked for a note of some sort, and finally found it in the dirt of the pot.
-Dear M,
I'm here. See you soon.
-Me.
Oh yeah, that helped a lot. And I wasn't "M". There must have been a mistake, because nothing was clicking. Then, I read it again and realized I was "M". Mary.
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PJPrincess: HA! Cliffhanger. In a way. What do you think? Tell me, and I may just continue!
Out.