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Title: True Love
Rating: PG/PG13
Summary: Should be obvious. ^^
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I could hardly believe it. In my hands sat a note from Tristan. Did my mind have good timing? Did guys have bad timing? Was everything going to fall at my feet? I felt mixed emotions of hate and joy as I stared down at the paper, reading it over and over again.
"How'd you know it was for me?" I asked after I finally came off of my shock. Paris turned her eyes up to me finally and glared, her serious and bothersome expression the same as always.
"The person that delivered it said it was for you." She still barely looked up at me. She was calm in her tense way, again. I ignored it and looked over the piece of paper again. Was she being a little tense because of who delivered it? Had Tristan delivered it himself? Only things I could think about were things related to Tristan, and then my life got hit with him. I could see I was in for a joy ride.
"Who delivered it?" I asked. Gently, I folded the note and placed it in my back pocket. Paris took a small second to look up at me again and I almost jumped back at the fire in the stare. It must have been Tristan. Either that, or a guy she was very attracted to that she figured was my new boyfriend.
"Red hair, freckles, green eyes, taller then me, moderate build." I raised a curious eyebrow in her direction as she filtered her eyesight from resting on me and back down to her large groups of materials.
I knew I wasn't going to get anything else out of her that may have been useful, so I quickly spun on my heel, grabbed my room key just in case, and then shut the door. I was going to go on a search for him. If he was here, he wouldn't have been hard to find. Unless, he was watching me, following me, and waiting for me to turn around and bump into him.
Surprisingly, that was what happened.
It was a good, long hour before I'd started walking around the school campus. Unfortanetly, I bumped into Marty twice. I didn't have it in me to tell him that I wouldn't be able to make it for a date since the man I was in love with was finally back and that I couldn't see him because of it. I was ultimately nervous around Marty-poor guy- he must've thought I was nervous because I was anxious about the date too. Wrong-O.
This is all besides the point. Tristan, of course, was playing hard to get, hard to find. As I said, after a long hour of searching, I was ready to give up. I was lucky that it was the time of the day when I didn't have a class, or else all would be lost and I would have gone insane knowing that Tristan was around the school grounds and I was stuck in a class.
Of course, there was a great possibilty of him coming into the classroom, or being in the classroom, or having transferred to my classroom, but, I was still a little appreciative of being able to search around for him. The search, of course, was very unsuccessful. I found myself sitting on a bench around lunch time, a sandwhich in my hand a bottle of soda on the seat beside me.
"Hey Rory!" Great. It was Marty, again. I honestly felt bad for the guy, he didn't know what he was getting into with me. I should have a record of all of my past relationships, and show them to guys that are considering going out with me, that way, they can at least be warned of the very certain possibilites. As of now, the top one on that list is Tristan returning and me completely ditching you because I'm getting married to Tristan.
Then again, once I really think about it, carrying around that piece of paper would seem oddly obsessive with dating and gaining the perfect relationship, and would most likely scare off plenty of the guys that -ok, maybe not plenty- would consider dating me.
"Hey, Marty." I looked up at him for a moment and smiled before biting evenly into my sandwhich. He took the seat beside me and I was interested to know what he needed to talk to me about. It was our third meeting of the day, and I was.. enthralled.
"I was wondering, how does Friday night sound?" Saved by Grandma! I was never sure I'd be able to say those words, but, it was the utter truth. My Grandmother's dinner on Friday nights seemed to save my life for the time being. I wouldn't have to go on the first supposed date with Marty. And hopefully, by the next time he brought it up, I would have already met Tristan again.
"I can't do Friday nights. Every Friday night, I go back home and eat dinner at my Grandma's house." He smiled widely. Did he find it amusing? Did he find it adorable? I wasn't sure at the time. All I knew was that he was grinning like an idiot because I told him I ate at my Grandmother's house.
"I could go with you!" If it wasn't completely rude, I would have dropped my sandwhich and let my jaw fall to my knees. That was the one thing I didn't want. Marty? Coming to dinner with me, my mother, my Grandmother, and my Grandfather? Not the best of ideas! They would think that Marty and I are set for life. And Marty is a rather nice guy, Grandpa would think he is wonderful because he's from Yale, and my mom would just keep winking at the both of us the entire time.
"Mm.. maybe not." I tensed up. I really didn't want to break this guys heart, I mean, I baretly knew him. Well, I knew that after the first party, he was left butt-naked on the floor on my level of the school and that I'd given him my robe. Which, of course, I still have yet to get back. Otherwise, my knowledge of him was pretty much blank and incomplete.
"Why not?" Marty looked disappointed. A puppy-dog look. A classic. How could I say no to that? Easily. 'NO!' Easier thought then done.
"My grandmother will think we're getting married." Marty grinned.
"Well, who know's." I closed my eyes and thought deeply. How was I going to be able to explain this to him? I wasn't going to marry him. I did not intend on it, and I never would. He wasn't the one I was looking for. Tristan was. But how could I tell him that? He was barely ready for it.
"Do you honestly think I'm going to marry you?" I asked, as calm as I could. That bothered me. He didn't even know me, besides the fact that I gave him my robe to wear. His smile slowly faded to a tiny smirk and he shook his head.
"No, I was always just wondering what it would be like to go on a date with you." He replied. I took in a sharp breath. What could one little date do? It wouldn't kill anyone. At least, I didn't think it would. I could always just figure it out and plan out right, and that would the last of Marty.
Unless he was like a monster from the lagoon that was completely twisted in the mind and didn't understand that there was absolutely no way I was going to ever date him after the first date because the man of my dreams had finally come back.
It's oddly interesting that every single thought I have relates back to him. Have I become obsessive? Have I really lost my mind and figured out that I've gone crazy and the first guy that comes to mind is Tristan? No. I've already realized that that couldn't possibly be the answer. The truth was that I had finally realized the things I missed out on, and it was mainly Tristan. I let Dean steal my love.
"Oh, Ok." That was my reply. Most likely not the one he was looking for, but, I wasn't to sure how to reply. My mind kept blanking out and a picture of Tristan in his Chillton outfit filled my head. If it weren't for the little bit of self-control that I have, I would have completely dazed off into the glimpse of a tree and look like either an artist, a poet, or a lunatic, the latter looking the best for the answer.
"So, are we still on then? How about tomorrow night?" I shook myself mentally out of my daze and nodded to him. He seemed happy again and jumped up before waving to me and jogging off. I let out a soft breath of air in relief and let my head fall back. My eyes closed and I just took in short breaths of relief.
"Can I sit here?" The words had disturbed my piece. I hadn't exactly paid attention to the voice, so I was rather annoyed. All I wanted was some serenity. Some time to think about how I was going to find Tristan, where it was that I was going to find him, and how long, approximately, it would take me.
But, trying to remain within my good conscience and the long hours that I spent being taught politeness and manners, I just kept my head back, opened my eyes narrowly and stared at the sky.
"Sure." I leaned forward to gaze upon the person that chose to sit next to me before grabbing my sandwhich in my hands and lifting it to my mouth. Finally, my eyes met the persons eyes beside me and I did, for once, literally drop my sandwhich.
"J-Jess?"
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Reviews Replies:
Rebellious Disaster: I like OJ too! But, I don't like cliffhangers more then it. Ha ha. Well, I am continuing, don't worry!! Enjoy!!
Jane: I shall! (:
Chelle5: That reason is slowly coming, don't worry. And it would be awesome if this was actually on the show.
Jalna: I know, don't worry, I don't mind non-constructive reviews! I love ALL reviews, good, bad, or constructive! I'm glad you like the story.
iHEARTlucasscott: You may get your wish. Or, you may be even more surprised!!
Charmedgirls32: You may be surprised after this chapter!!
Smile1: Well, Marty is the shy type, isn't he now? Thanks!
To everyone else (or else this chapter won't be posted in time, I'll reply in the next chapter) Thanks! I Love you all! Thanks for reviewing, and enjoy this chapter!
OH, And I wanna give a shout out to Travis, since he was kind enough to e-mail me his likes of the story! Thank ya, bud! Love ya lots! ENJOY!! (: (:
PJPrincess: READ ON! ^^
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Title: True Love
Rating: PG/PG13
Summary: Should be obvious. ^^
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I could hardly believe it. In my hands sat a note from Tristan. Did my mind have good timing? Did guys have bad timing? Was everything going to fall at my feet? I felt mixed emotions of hate and joy as I stared down at the paper, reading it over and over again.
"How'd you know it was for me?" I asked after I finally came off of my shock. Paris turned her eyes up to me finally and glared, her serious and bothersome expression the same as always.
"The person that delivered it said it was for you." She still barely looked up at me. She was calm in her tense way, again. I ignored it and looked over the piece of paper again. Was she being a little tense because of who delivered it? Had Tristan delivered it himself? Only things I could think about were things related to Tristan, and then my life got hit with him. I could see I was in for a joy ride.
"Who delivered it?" I asked. Gently, I folded the note and placed it in my back pocket. Paris took a small second to look up at me again and I almost jumped back at the fire in the stare. It must have been Tristan. Either that, or a guy she was very attracted to that she figured was my new boyfriend.
"Red hair, freckles, green eyes, taller then me, moderate build." I raised a curious eyebrow in her direction as she filtered her eyesight from resting on me and back down to her large groups of materials.
I knew I wasn't going to get anything else out of her that may have been useful, so I quickly spun on my heel, grabbed my room key just in case, and then shut the door. I was going to go on a search for him. If he was here, he wouldn't have been hard to find. Unless, he was watching me, following me, and waiting for me to turn around and bump into him.
Surprisingly, that was what happened.
It was a good, long hour before I'd started walking around the school campus. Unfortanetly, I bumped into Marty twice. I didn't have it in me to tell him that I wouldn't be able to make it for a date since the man I was in love with was finally back and that I couldn't see him because of it. I was ultimately nervous around Marty-poor guy- he must've thought I was nervous because I was anxious about the date too. Wrong-O.
This is all besides the point. Tristan, of course, was playing hard to get, hard to find. As I said, after a long hour of searching, I was ready to give up. I was lucky that it was the time of the day when I didn't have a class, or else all would be lost and I would have gone insane knowing that Tristan was around the school grounds and I was stuck in a class.
Of course, there was a great possibilty of him coming into the classroom, or being in the classroom, or having transferred to my classroom, but, I was still a little appreciative of being able to search around for him. The search, of course, was very unsuccessful. I found myself sitting on a bench around lunch time, a sandwhich in my hand a bottle of soda on the seat beside me.
"Hey Rory!" Great. It was Marty, again. I honestly felt bad for the guy, he didn't know what he was getting into with me. I should have a record of all of my past relationships, and show them to guys that are considering going out with me, that way, they can at least be warned of the very certain possibilites. As of now, the top one on that list is Tristan returning and me completely ditching you because I'm getting married to Tristan.
Then again, once I really think about it, carrying around that piece of paper would seem oddly obsessive with dating and gaining the perfect relationship, and would most likely scare off plenty of the guys that -ok, maybe not plenty- would consider dating me.
"Hey, Marty." I looked up at him for a moment and smiled before biting evenly into my sandwhich. He took the seat beside me and I was interested to know what he needed to talk to me about. It was our third meeting of the day, and I was.. enthralled.
"I was wondering, how does Friday night sound?" Saved by Grandma! I was never sure I'd be able to say those words, but, it was the utter truth. My Grandmother's dinner on Friday nights seemed to save my life for the time being. I wouldn't have to go on the first supposed date with Marty. And hopefully, by the next time he brought it up, I would have already met Tristan again.
"I can't do Friday nights. Every Friday night, I go back home and eat dinner at my Grandma's house." He smiled widely. Did he find it amusing? Did he find it adorable? I wasn't sure at the time. All I knew was that he was grinning like an idiot because I told him I ate at my Grandmother's house.
"I could go with you!" If it wasn't completely rude, I would have dropped my sandwhich and let my jaw fall to my knees. That was the one thing I didn't want. Marty? Coming to dinner with me, my mother, my Grandmother, and my Grandfather? Not the best of ideas! They would think that Marty and I are set for life. And Marty is a rather nice guy, Grandpa would think he is wonderful because he's from Yale, and my mom would just keep winking at the both of us the entire time.
"Mm.. maybe not." I tensed up. I really didn't want to break this guys heart, I mean, I baretly knew him. Well, I knew that after the first party, he was left butt-naked on the floor on my level of the school and that I'd given him my robe. Which, of course, I still have yet to get back. Otherwise, my knowledge of him was pretty much blank and incomplete.
"Why not?" Marty looked disappointed. A puppy-dog look. A classic. How could I say no to that? Easily. 'NO!' Easier thought then done.
"My grandmother will think we're getting married." Marty grinned.
"Well, who know's." I closed my eyes and thought deeply. How was I going to be able to explain this to him? I wasn't going to marry him. I did not intend on it, and I never would. He wasn't the one I was looking for. Tristan was. But how could I tell him that? He was barely ready for it.
"Do you honestly think I'm going to marry you?" I asked, as calm as I could. That bothered me. He didn't even know me, besides the fact that I gave him my robe to wear. His smile slowly faded to a tiny smirk and he shook his head.
"No, I was always just wondering what it would be like to go on a date with you." He replied. I took in a sharp breath. What could one little date do? It wouldn't kill anyone. At least, I didn't think it would. I could always just figure it out and plan out right, and that would the last of Marty.
Unless he was like a monster from the lagoon that was completely twisted in the mind and didn't understand that there was absolutely no way I was going to ever date him after the first date because the man of my dreams had finally come back.
It's oddly interesting that every single thought I have relates back to him. Have I become obsessive? Have I really lost my mind and figured out that I've gone crazy and the first guy that comes to mind is Tristan? No. I've already realized that that couldn't possibly be the answer. The truth was that I had finally realized the things I missed out on, and it was mainly Tristan. I let Dean steal my love.
"Oh, Ok." That was my reply. Most likely not the one he was looking for, but, I wasn't to sure how to reply. My mind kept blanking out and a picture of Tristan in his Chillton outfit filled my head. If it weren't for the little bit of self-control that I have, I would have completely dazed off into the glimpse of a tree and look like either an artist, a poet, or a lunatic, the latter looking the best for the answer.
"So, are we still on then? How about tomorrow night?" I shook myself mentally out of my daze and nodded to him. He seemed happy again and jumped up before waving to me and jogging off. I let out a soft breath of air in relief and let my head fall back. My eyes closed and I just took in short breaths of relief.
"Can I sit here?" The words had disturbed my piece. I hadn't exactly paid attention to the voice, so I was rather annoyed. All I wanted was some serenity. Some time to think about how I was going to find Tristan, where it was that I was going to find him, and how long, approximately, it would take me.
But, trying to remain within my good conscience and the long hours that I spent being taught politeness and manners, I just kept my head back, opened my eyes narrowly and stared at the sky.
"Sure." I leaned forward to gaze upon the person that chose to sit next to me before grabbing my sandwhich in my hands and lifting it to my mouth. Finally, my eyes met the persons eyes beside me and I did, for once, literally drop my sandwhich.
"J-Jess?"
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PJPrinces: MWAHAHAHAHA! (: (: (: cliffy. And a twist! I hope you guys like what's going on. If not, tell me, I might change it for ya'll's sake. ^^
JunoTechnoKid: Ya'll's? Is that a word??
PJPrincess: Don't know. Don't care? Ha ha. Review!
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