PJPrincess: CHAPTER FOUR! Aren't all of YOU so happy? I'm glad so many people like this story! Here's 'el chaptere four! I must give a very distinct warning. There is male/male relationships in this chapter. If it bothers you, then do not read. Also, just so you know, it doesn't involve Tristan.
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Title: True Love
Rating: PG/PG13
Summary:
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"Yes, it's me." He seemed rather nonchalant. His cool demeanor and rather calm countenance through me off. He was almost.. suave. Or sophisticated. Or quiet. Or nice. One of them. He wasn't the same Jess I pictured from when we'd dated, or when I'd always seen him with the girl he would suck faces with to take his mind off of me.
I didn't answer very quickly. I was staring. I looked down to his feet, examined his shoes, then his pants which were semi-tight, which was normal for him. I noticed his tighter shirt and denim jacket that I figured he never would have gotten rid of, and then I noticed his hair. It was more slicked back and you could see, yes, his ears. He had them pierced. Both of them.
I lowered my sight down so I could gaze at his eyes and squinted, noticing eyeliner. What'd happened? Why was he here to see me? Or, was he here to see me. I was confused and finally brought myself to speak.
"What are you doing here?" He smirked. My eyes flared and then went back to normal. I don't think I ever really saw him smiling. It wasn't in him to smile.
"I'm here to.. see someone." See someone. All right. That helped. Who? If he answered Paris, I would be extremely surprised, although I knew the possibility was rather slim. He shook his head at me and noticed my gaze before laughing shortly.
"To see who?" I was rather blunt, but curious. My obvious ex-boyfriend was at Yale to see someone, and it was obviously not me. He would have been less carefree about it, and more blunt and un-joyful. I raised an eyebrow at him curiously and proceeded to clean my sandwhich off my pants. I had pretty much lost all taste for it anyway.
"My.. boyfriend." My eyes widened. If I had my sandwhich in my hands again, I would have dropped it. Again. His WHAT? No. That was impossible. Jess didn't get along with guys. Jess couldn't be gay. Jess was Jess. Jess was the guy that stole my heart from Dean, who stole my heart from Tristan, who was the main reason I was on that bench!
He noticed my shock and looked down at his feet, almost more embarrassed then possible. How so? He was actually embarrassed. If you don't know what I mean, Jess doesn't get embarrassed. He doesn't smile, he doesn't cry, he doesn't get embarrassed. The only feelings he knows are love and hate, and even those two he confuses to much.
That was off topic. Jess was and is still gay. Gay. As in, no longer able to feel romantically toward women, and only toward men.
I choked back my shock with a large swallow of the salive build-up in my mouth and blinked one last time before gently wrapping my hands on my lap and looking onto his face intently.
"Who would that be?" I finally asked. It came slightly squeaky, but also very surprisedly. I wasn't expecting my ex-boyfriend to show up at Yale University and tell me he was gay and dating someone here at the school. "And how'd you meet them?" I know I had just bombarded him with very personal questions, but he didn't seem very caringly-minding in answering.
"His name is Dustin. He lives in California. He loves to read, and saw me reading a book by.." He stopped and looked at the ground, trying to remember what book it was. "Oh, I don't remember. But, he saw me reading it, came over, and talked to me." He shrugged and leaned back in his seat on the bench before looking back at me again. I was still in major shock. Gay. Faggot. Jess. Those three never really could have clicked in my mind until I saw it.
"And..?" I asked, suprisedly. I was still very confused to how one guy would have changed Jess's perspective on male or female relationships.
"And, I realized woman weren't for me. I ran better with guys." He shrugged again and looked from side to side to see if his lover was anywhere in sight. I played a quick smile.
"Well, I'm happy for you." He shot his head back to me rather quickly and he flashed me a quick grin. That was still shocking me beyond belief. So Jess had found his love in relationships with guys, hm? I see no reason to bail against it. He always seemed uptight around girls, and even when he was dating them, he seemed rather snappy and uncomfortable, and jittery and nervous when the mention of other guys came up.
"Thanks." We were soon enough interrupted by who I soon figured out was Dustin. Sandy blond hair, green eyes, built larger then Jess but nowhere near as much as Dean, wearing a pair of normal faded blue jeans with cargo pockets and a dark green hooded shirt that said 'I know you!' in white on the front. I was shocked when he just came and threw his arms around Jess's shoulders from behind. By that time, the two of us were standing.
"Hey babe." He whispered in Jess's ear. I could see Jess's eyes. He was happy. He was pleased. He was being treated well, and he was extremely happy with it. Jess turned his head to face Dustin's and gently pecked the boy's lips. I cringed inwardly and sharpened the swallowing down my throat. Dustin's arms shrank from Jess's shoulders to his waist, pulling the smaller boy closer to his body.
"Rory, this is Dustin. Dustin, this is my ex-girlfriend, Rory." Dustin seemed not to mind that I was once dating this now queer-fellow. Dustin cheerly shook my hand with his free arm, the other reaching gingerly into Jess's right back pocket.
"It's nice to meet you." I smiled and dodged my eyes around nervously before shoving my finger tips into my pockets (A/N: Am I the only person that ever notices that she does that in the show with her jeans? Or am I to observant? 0_0)
"Same here." He gently took my hand and kissed it, although I knew it meant nothing. He was rather gorgeous, himself, and I was proud of Jess at finding someone he was happy to be with, and hopefully neither would leave the other. I bowed my head quickly in respect.
"I have to go. It was great seeing you Jess, and it was nice meeting you, Dustin." I waved them both off and quickly spun in the opposite direction, glaring back and forth to see if Tristan was anywhere in sight. I was still very determined to see him.
I reached my hands into my back pockets and roamed around the campus in a search for Tristan. Beside the principals office, passed a few water fountains, up and down multiple staircases, I still couldn't find him. My race for him was pleating very slowly.
I gave up. It was nearly three in the afternoon and I'd seen no sign of him. Anywhere. His gorgeous eyes, his lushish lips and hair, his ravenous smile. I missed it. Had he grown any since I last saw him? I didn't know. Was he going to be wearing his chilton outfit? I didn't know. It was all a mystery to me, all I could do was ponder.
I plopped down on a bench and table combination, my feet resting on the bench and my bottom on the table. My elbows propted up on my knees and I held my chin in my fists. My expression was emotionless as my eyes unfocused in a zoned out, dazed stage. Where was he?
There was a tap on my shoulder. I was tempted to ignore it, but knew if I did, I would most likely be despised by the person that did so, or would make them a little annoyed with me. Still having my polite attitude and manner full lifestyle, I perked up a little, brought myself to a smile, and then drained my fingers over my eyes before turning around to meet those.
Yes. Those. I've combined and named them. They deserve that name. Those. They pierce, they shine, they glimmer, they're unimaginable. He hid behind thin glasses, but they were gorgeous. I froze. My jaw dropped a little as I gazed and sat erect, my hands in my lap.
"Mary." He's voice was more mature, stronger, yet only a whisper. My body, if I'd allowed it actually be seen, shrank by his words and I could feel the rush of emotion pouring itself out over my body. I gulped down a nervous wad of saliva in my mouth and smiled again.
"Tristan." We gazed for a few more seconds before I dodged my body forward and forced my lips to meet his. He seemed slightly surprised at first, but soon enough, he responded in the same manner. His left hand reached and drew my closer, his fingers dancing over my neck, and his arm drawing my waist closer to him. He stepped up onto the bench/table beside me and we proceeded to kiss further until interruption.
"Uh, hi." My eyes shot open wide and I broke from the kiss, my hands still resting on his waist.
"Marty.." I whispered.
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Thanks to all of my reviewers! You'll all have a full-out reply in the next chapter. Sorry, my computer online time limits my ability to thank you all personally, but, all of your reviews are very much enjoyed and I'm very thankful for all of you!!
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Title: True Love
Rating: PG/PG13
Summary:
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"Yes, it's me." He seemed rather nonchalant. His cool demeanor and rather calm countenance through me off. He was almost.. suave. Or sophisticated. Or quiet. Or nice. One of them. He wasn't the same Jess I pictured from when we'd dated, or when I'd always seen him with the girl he would suck faces with to take his mind off of me.
I didn't answer very quickly. I was staring. I looked down to his feet, examined his shoes, then his pants which were semi-tight, which was normal for him. I noticed his tighter shirt and denim jacket that I figured he never would have gotten rid of, and then I noticed his hair. It was more slicked back and you could see, yes, his ears. He had them pierced. Both of them.
I lowered my sight down so I could gaze at his eyes and squinted, noticing eyeliner. What'd happened? Why was he here to see me? Or, was he here to see me. I was confused and finally brought myself to speak.
"What are you doing here?" He smirked. My eyes flared and then went back to normal. I don't think I ever really saw him smiling. It wasn't in him to smile.
"I'm here to.. see someone." See someone. All right. That helped. Who? If he answered Paris, I would be extremely surprised, although I knew the possibility was rather slim. He shook his head at me and noticed my gaze before laughing shortly.
"To see who?" I was rather blunt, but curious. My obvious ex-boyfriend was at Yale to see someone, and it was obviously not me. He would have been less carefree about it, and more blunt and un-joyful. I raised an eyebrow at him curiously and proceeded to clean my sandwhich off my pants. I had pretty much lost all taste for it anyway.
"My.. boyfriend." My eyes widened. If I had my sandwhich in my hands again, I would have dropped it. Again. His WHAT? No. That was impossible. Jess didn't get along with guys. Jess couldn't be gay. Jess was Jess. Jess was the guy that stole my heart from Dean, who stole my heart from Tristan, who was the main reason I was on that bench!
He noticed my shock and looked down at his feet, almost more embarrassed then possible. How so? He was actually embarrassed. If you don't know what I mean, Jess doesn't get embarrassed. He doesn't smile, he doesn't cry, he doesn't get embarrassed. The only feelings he knows are love and hate, and even those two he confuses to much.
That was off topic. Jess was and is still gay. Gay. As in, no longer able to feel romantically toward women, and only toward men.
I choked back my shock with a large swallow of the salive build-up in my mouth and blinked one last time before gently wrapping my hands on my lap and looking onto his face intently.
"Who would that be?" I finally asked. It came slightly squeaky, but also very surprisedly. I wasn't expecting my ex-boyfriend to show up at Yale University and tell me he was gay and dating someone here at the school. "And how'd you meet them?" I know I had just bombarded him with very personal questions, but he didn't seem very caringly-minding in answering.
"His name is Dustin. He lives in California. He loves to read, and saw me reading a book by.." He stopped and looked at the ground, trying to remember what book it was. "Oh, I don't remember. But, he saw me reading it, came over, and talked to me." He shrugged and leaned back in his seat on the bench before looking back at me again. I was still in major shock. Gay. Faggot. Jess. Those three never really could have clicked in my mind until I saw it.
"And..?" I asked, suprisedly. I was still very confused to how one guy would have changed Jess's perspective on male or female relationships.
"And, I realized woman weren't for me. I ran better with guys." He shrugged again and looked from side to side to see if his lover was anywhere in sight. I played a quick smile.
"Well, I'm happy for you." He shot his head back to me rather quickly and he flashed me a quick grin. That was still shocking me beyond belief. So Jess had found his love in relationships with guys, hm? I see no reason to bail against it. He always seemed uptight around girls, and even when he was dating them, he seemed rather snappy and uncomfortable, and jittery and nervous when the mention of other guys came up.
"Thanks." We were soon enough interrupted by who I soon figured out was Dustin. Sandy blond hair, green eyes, built larger then Jess but nowhere near as much as Dean, wearing a pair of normal faded blue jeans with cargo pockets and a dark green hooded shirt that said 'I know you!' in white on the front. I was shocked when he just came and threw his arms around Jess's shoulders from behind. By that time, the two of us were standing.
"Hey babe." He whispered in Jess's ear. I could see Jess's eyes. He was happy. He was pleased. He was being treated well, and he was extremely happy with it. Jess turned his head to face Dustin's and gently pecked the boy's lips. I cringed inwardly and sharpened the swallowing down my throat. Dustin's arms shrank from Jess's shoulders to his waist, pulling the smaller boy closer to his body.
"Rory, this is Dustin. Dustin, this is my ex-girlfriend, Rory." Dustin seemed not to mind that I was once dating this now queer-fellow. Dustin cheerly shook my hand with his free arm, the other reaching gingerly into Jess's right back pocket.
"It's nice to meet you." I smiled and dodged my eyes around nervously before shoving my finger tips into my pockets (A/N: Am I the only person that ever notices that she does that in the show with her jeans? Or am I to observant? 0_0)
"Same here." He gently took my hand and kissed it, although I knew it meant nothing. He was rather gorgeous, himself, and I was proud of Jess at finding someone he was happy to be with, and hopefully neither would leave the other. I bowed my head quickly in respect.
"I have to go. It was great seeing you Jess, and it was nice meeting you, Dustin." I waved them both off and quickly spun in the opposite direction, glaring back and forth to see if Tristan was anywhere in sight. I was still very determined to see him.
I reached my hands into my back pockets and roamed around the campus in a search for Tristan. Beside the principals office, passed a few water fountains, up and down multiple staircases, I still couldn't find him. My race for him was pleating very slowly.
I gave up. It was nearly three in the afternoon and I'd seen no sign of him. Anywhere. His gorgeous eyes, his lushish lips and hair, his ravenous smile. I missed it. Had he grown any since I last saw him? I didn't know. Was he going to be wearing his chilton outfit? I didn't know. It was all a mystery to me, all I could do was ponder.
I plopped down on a bench and table combination, my feet resting on the bench and my bottom on the table. My elbows propted up on my knees and I held my chin in my fists. My expression was emotionless as my eyes unfocused in a zoned out, dazed stage. Where was he?
There was a tap on my shoulder. I was tempted to ignore it, but knew if I did, I would most likely be despised by the person that did so, or would make them a little annoyed with me. Still having my polite attitude and manner full lifestyle, I perked up a little, brought myself to a smile, and then drained my fingers over my eyes before turning around to meet those.
Yes. Those. I've combined and named them. They deserve that name. Those. They pierce, they shine, they glimmer, they're unimaginable. He hid behind thin glasses, but they were gorgeous. I froze. My jaw dropped a little as I gazed and sat erect, my hands in my lap.
"Mary." He's voice was more mature, stronger, yet only a whisper. My body, if I'd allowed it actually be seen, shrank by his words and I could feel the rush of emotion pouring itself out over my body. I gulped down a nervous wad of saliva in my mouth and smiled again.
"Tristan." We gazed for a few more seconds before I dodged my body forward and forced my lips to meet his. He seemed slightly surprised at first, but soon enough, he responded in the same manner. His left hand reached and drew my closer, his fingers dancing over my neck, and his arm drawing my waist closer to him. He stepped up onto the bench/table beside me and we proceeded to kiss further until interruption.
"Uh, hi." My eyes shot open wide and I broke from the kiss, my hands still resting on his waist.
"Marty.." I whispered.
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