PJPrincess: Uh, yeah. Sorry for the long wait there, guys. ^^' I just kept putting it off. Forgive me?!
JunoTechnoKid: Who couldn't?
PJPrincess: ...You?
JunoTechnoKid: ::hiss::
PJPrincess: XP Read on!
Replies to Reviews:
CoffeeChick87: Thanks, being the first to make Jess gay makes me feel sort of.. special! :) I love the feeling.
Peasblossom: Yeah, thank God I'm not the only observant GG fan! LoL.
Chelle5: Yeah, I felt bad about Marty, but, leaving him all alone seemed almost.. cruel?
mystripedskirt: Ha ha, yes, Rory grabbing is definetly something you don't see everyday. Unexpected, yet satisfying! You know?
Smile1: Yes, I do like Jess being gay. It fits him. :D
DaniDan: Hey, thanks! I hope it's shaping well! Don't want it coming out deformed.. o_O;
Alli: The Marty whisper should be all cleared up here. :D
readergurl87: Here's your more! Sorry it took so long.
Jensens Wifey Chad's Lover: Ha, just to keep them all off, that's all that matters, right? And sure, if you still need that beta-reader! :D
Mandie: All shall be cleared in this chappier, have no fear!
Marie: Update! :D
trgrl: Good to hear my writing satisfies, although, please, don't kill me for the sloppiness in this chapter.. I'm just trying to get back up and into my writing ability again. ^^'
Kim: Well, I hope you enjoy what's coming up! You can click the arrow now :)
Jaylynn: Hope you didn't go through withdrawl! The update was a little slow. :)
All right then! There are all the replies, and here is the rest of the story, enjoy!
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Damnit! Did this guy just have completely bad timing, or was he standing behind a tree, waiting until what seemed like the right moment to pop out and talk to me? I smiled nervously, quickly taking my arms from around Tristan, and then dropped my hands back into my lap.
"Uh... Sorry." His eyes danced from side to side, and he gazed over the grass, still not moving. Did he want me to apologize for kissing the man of my dreams in public? Did he want me to apologize for being asked out on a date? I should hope not! He may seem innocent, but I knew he had a whole list of ideas that burned in through his head.
"Uh, Marty? This is Tristan. Tristan, Marty." Tristan put his hand out in an offering to Marty, who grabbed it and shook it sturdly. I heard Tristan whisper a soft 'ow' when he finally let go, and shook it from side to side, apparently having gone through a tad bit of pain.
"Nice to meet you." Tristan responded, looking up from where he was sitting beside me and back up into Marty's face, which at the time was slowly subsiding from being so red from when he'd first discovered us.
Marty gave him a small nod and then looked back at me, his eyes almost pleading for an explanation. Not like I didn't have a perfectly good one for him - I'm in love, and the man I'm in love with finally came back. So, I'm sorry, but I can't go out with you. - That sounded reasonable. Unless my conscience kicked in, which, of course, it did. Sometimes I feel bad about being kind at times.
"Uh, you caught us at an.. interesting time. It's been a few years since I've seen Tristan from back when we had gone to school together at Chilton. He left us at one point to go to Military school and we never heard from him again. Then, I got some flowers from him, and went looking for him." I flashed him a quick grin and smiled nervously back to me, gently nodding his head in agreement. I turned back and looked at Marty who had begun to fidget with his shirt's hem.
"Well, I'd just come looking for you to tell you that I'd have to postpone our date... but it looks like we won't need to be having one, will we?" He laughed nervously, his blush returning to his cheeks as he looked back down to the ground again and shook his head. I watched on in pity, and then slouched forward in disappointment.
"I guess not." Tristan answered for me, being slight protective and defensive of himself and me. It sent a rather odd chill up my spine as he did so, and I looked at him, plastering a grin over my lips and letting out a slightly nervous chuckle. Quickly, I looked back to Marty and noticed his shifting eyes, and suddenly felt like sympathizing.
"Hey, don't look at it like it's a total mess up. You're a good guy, Marty, even if you do tend to fall asleep naked on the ground of the wrong floor level in the dorms." Marty blushed at me, but he also smiled, nodding in agreement, so I continued. "You'll snag someone, there's plenty girls here in Yale. You'll be fine." I leaned up and patted his arm gently, and then sat back down on the bench.
"You're right, Rory. Thanks." He leaned forward, quickly pecked my cheek, and turned away, picking up a slight jog as he did so. He smiled and watched him disappear, waving to him as he did so to me.
"He seemed, nice." Tristan stated, looking at Marty's retreating figure, and then back to me. I let out a short laugh and covered it with my hand, then looked back at him again, nodding gently.
"He is." We waited a few more seconds to pass before we began to make out in convulsions of heated kisses. His arms pulled at my waist, drawing me into his lap, and I welcomed it, placing my arms around his neck. I could feel his warm breath come from his nostrils and whisp over my nose as he breathed out, and then I felt him let out a soft chuckle. Slowly, I pulled away.
"What's so funny?" I asked, looking him over in suspicion. He wiggled himself free of my grasp and looked at me for a second, and then back down at where his feet were beside mine on the bench part of the table.
"You know how you said I sent you flowers?" I nodded, wondering where he would be taking it.
"I didn't send them." I nearly choked on air. What? What did he mean he didn't send them? That was impossible. It was adressed to "M", from "T". Who else could have sent that sort of card with the flowers? Maybe the flowers were delivered to me by mistake and I just didn't know it? It felt weird thinking about the possibility of someone other then Tristan with the letter 'T' at the beginning of his name, sending me flowers and a small card.
"What? You're joking." I muttered, raising an eyebrow at him.
"No, I'm not."
"Then who did?"
"I'm not a mind reader."
"Nor am I. Where's Miss Cleo when you need her?"
"In jail, I think." I chuckled at his last statement and then I nodded. I had to do some interesting research of the area I was in, seeing as I couldn't think of anyone else that could possibly be sending me some flowers and calling me "M"? I only had one nickname, and it was Mary.
I shook my head free of the thoughts, and turned back to Tristan again.
"We have to investigate." I informed him, and grabbed him by the hand. I needed to figure out everything before something more was sent to me, so I dragged him along behind me, cautiously bringing him to my room where I had hoped Paris wasn't doing any more art stuff in her corner.
To bad hoping never got very far.
"Oh, hey Rory, something else was drop- What the hell is he doing here?" She pointed at Tristan after looking up at the both of us as we entered the room. I looked back at her, giving her a warning look, but she chose to ignore it.
"Answer me, damnit! I want to know why this bafoon is in my room, let alone my campus!" She nearly hissed, staring at him and glaring evilly in his direction. I felt him take a small step back and flop on a slightly charming imitation of a smile.
"Uh..." He stuttered and smiled weakly again, scratching the back of his head in thought.
"He came here to see me!" I finally told her, not sure if it was the total truth at that point. I shivered after looking at Paris's evil glare again, and then dodged the small coffee table in an attempt to quicken my pace to my bed room.
We reached the door and I pushed him inside, shut the door, and then looked at Paris questioningly.
"You said something else was dropped off for me?" I looked about the room in search of something out of the ordinary, but nothing caught my mind. I saw her head shoot up, her eyes quickly meeting my gaze on her, and then she decided to speak again, her words tensed with the anger of seeing Tristan DuGrey in our room.
"Yes, it should be on your bed." I nodded a quick thanks and walked into my room, bumping into a stunned Tristan's back. I leaned up to look at him and saw him gaping, apparently at something that was in front of him, possibly something that was sitting on my bed.
"Tristan..?" I asked, then leaned over from where he was standing and squirmed passed him, quickly gazing upon my bed in utter shock.
"It's.. It's a.." I stuttered, trying to form a well enough sentence to explain what it was I was trying to express.
"It's a very.. elegant? Yes, elegant, thankfully caged, tiger."
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PJPrincess: OK, so the tiger was an odd touch, but I didn't know what to make it. So, now Rory is in love with Tristan, recieving gifts from an unknown source, reassuring Marty that she wasn't the one for him anyway, and now attempting to help Paris keep her cool around someone who's guts she hates.
JunoTechnoKid: You're twisted, you know that, right?
PJPrincess: More then you know... XP Review!
JunoTechnoKid: This seemed a little.. short, don't you think? 'Eh, review, the next chapter will most definetly be longer. She just needed to get her feet on the ground again and pick up the story. This chapter itself is a little.. messy. Just, I hope you guys enjoyed it, for my lifes sake!
PJPrincess: ::whacks him:: Shh. Bye!
Out.
JunoTechnoKid: Who couldn't?
PJPrincess: ...You?
JunoTechnoKid: ::hiss::
PJPrincess: XP Read on!
Replies to Reviews:
CoffeeChick87: Thanks, being the first to make Jess gay makes me feel sort of.. special! :) I love the feeling.
Peasblossom: Yeah, thank God I'm not the only observant GG fan! LoL.
Chelle5: Yeah, I felt bad about Marty, but, leaving him all alone seemed almost.. cruel?
mystripedskirt: Ha ha, yes, Rory grabbing is definetly something you don't see everyday. Unexpected, yet satisfying! You know?
Smile1: Yes, I do like Jess being gay. It fits him. :D
DaniDan: Hey, thanks! I hope it's shaping well! Don't want it coming out deformed.. o_O;
Alli: The Marty whisper should be all cleared up here. :D
readergurl87: Here's your more! Sorry it took so long.
Jensens Wifey Chad's Lover: Ha, just to keep them all off, that's all that matters, right? And sure, if you still need that beta-reader! :D
Mandie: All shall be cleared in this chappier, have no fear!
Marie: Update! :D
trgrl: Good to hear my writing satisfies, although, please, don't kill me for the sloppiness in this chapter.. I'm just trying to get back up and into my writing ability again. ^^'
Kim: Well, I hope you enjoy what's coming up! You can click the arrow now :)
Jaylynn: Hope you didn't go through withdrawl! The update was a little slow. :)
All right then! There are all the replies, and here is the rest of the story, enjoy!
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Damnit! Did this guy just have completely bad timing, or was he standing behind a tree, waiting until what seemed like the right moment to pop out and talk to me? I smiled nervously, quickly taking my arms from around Tristan, and then dropped my hands back into my lap.
"Uh... Sorry." His eyes danced from side to side, and he gazed over the grass, still not moving. Did he want me to apologize for kissing the man of my dreams in public? Did he want me to apologize for being asked out on a date? I should hope not! He may seem innocent, but I knew he had a whole list of ideas that burned in through his head.
"Uh, Marty? This is Tristan. Tristan, Marty." Tristan put his hand out in an offering to Marty, who grabbed it and shook it sturdly. I heard Tristan whisper a soft 'ow' when he finally let go, and shook it from side to side, apparently having gone through a tad bit of pain.
"Nice to meet you." Tristan responded, looking up from where he was sitting beside me and back up into Marty's face, which at the time was slowly subsiding from being so red from when he'd first discovered us.
Marty gave him a small nod and then looked back at me, his eyes almost pleading for an explanation. Not like I didn't have a perfectly good one for him - I'm in love, and the man I'm in love with finally came back. So, I'm sorry, but I can't go out with you. - That sounded reasonable. Unless my conscience kicked in, which, of course, it did. Sometimes I feel bad about being kind at times.
"Uh, you caught us at an.. interesting time. It's been a few years since I've seen Tristan from back when we had gone to school together at Chilton. He left us at one point to go to Military school and we never heard from him again. Then, I got some flowers from him, and went looking for him." I flashed him a quick grin and smiled nervously back to me, gently nodding his head in agreement. I turned back and looked at Marty who had begun to fidget with his shirt's hem.
"Well, I'd just come looking for you to tell you that I'd have to postpone our date... but it looks like we won't need to be having one, will we?" He laughed nervously, his blush returning to his cheeks as he looked back down to the ground again and shook his head. I watched on in pity, and then slouched forward in disappointment.
"I guess not." Tristan answered for me, being slight protective and defensive of himself and me. It sent a rather odd chill up my spine as he did so, and I looked at him, plastering a grin over my lips and letting out a slightly nervous chuckle. Quickly, I looked back to Marty and noticed his shifting eyes, and suddenly felt like sympathizing.
"Hey, don't look at it like it's a total mess up. You're a good guy, Marty, even if you do tend to fall asleep naked on the ground of the wrong floor level in the dorms." Marty blushed at me, but he also smiled, nodding in agreement, so I continued. "You'll snag someone, there's plenty girls here in Yale. You'll be fine." I leaned up and patted his arm gently, and then sat back down on the bench.
"You're right, Rory. Thanks." He leaned forward, quickly pecked my cheek, and turned away, picking up a slight jog as he did so. He smiled and watched him disappear, waving to him as he did so to me.
"He seemed, nice." Tristan stated, looking at Marty's retreating figure, and then back to me. I let out a short laugh and covered it with my hand, then looked back at him again, nodding gently.
"He is." We waited a few more seconds to pass before we began to make out in convulsions of heated kisses. His arms pulled at my waist, drawing me into his lap, and I welcomed it, placing my arms around his neck. I could feel his warm breath come from his nostrils and whisp over my nose as he breathed out, and then I felt him let out a soft chuckle. Slowly, I pulled away.
"What's so funny?" I asked, looking him over in suspicion. He wiggled himself free of my grasp and looked at me for a second, and then back down at where his feet were beside mine on the bench part of the table.
"You know how you said I sent you flowers?" I nodded, wondering where he would be taking it.
"I didn't send them." I nearly choked on air. What? What did he mean he didn't send them? That was impossible. It was adressed to "M", from "T". Who else could have sent that sort of card with the flowers? Maybe the flowers were delivered to me by mistake and I just didn't know it? It felt weird thinking about the possibility of someone other then Tristan with the letter 'T' at the beginning of his name, sending me flowers and a small card.
"What? You're joking." I muttered, raising an eyebrow at him.
"No, I'm not."
"Then who did?"
"I'm not a mind reader."
"Nor am I. Where's Miss Cleo when you need her?"
"In jail, I think." I chuckled at his last statement and then I nodded. I had to do some interesting research of the area I was in, seeing as I couldn't think of anyone else that could possibly be sending me some flowers and calling me "M"? I only had one nickname, and it was Mary.
I shook my head free of the thoughts, and turned back to Tristan again.
"We have to investigate." I informed him, and grabbed him by the hand. I needed to figure out everything before something more was sent to me, so I dragged him along behind me, cautiously bringing him to my room where I had hoped Paris wasn't doing any more art stuff in her corner.
To bad hoping never got very far.
"Oh, hey Rory, something else was drop- What the hell is he doing here?" She pointed at Tristan after looking up at the both of us as we entered the room. I looked back at her, giving her a warning look, but she chose to ignore it.
"Answer me, damnit! I want to know why this bafoon is in my room, let alone my campus!" She nearly hissed, staring at him and glaring evilly in his direction. I felt him take a small step back and flop on a slightly charming imitation of a smile.
"Uh..." He stuttered and smiled weakly again, scratching the back of his head in thought.
"He came here to see me!" I finally told her, not sure if it was the total truth at that point. I shivered after looking at Paris's evil glare again, and then dodged the small coffee table in an attempt to quicken my pace to my bed room.
We reached the door and I pushed him inside, shut the door, and then looked at Paris questioningly.
"You said something else was dropped off for me?" I looked about the room in search of something out of the ordinary, but nothing caught my mind. I saw her head shoot up, her eyes quickly meeting my gaze on her, and then she decided to speak again, her words tensed with the anger of seeing Tristan DuGrey in our room.
"Yes, it should be on your bed." I nodded a quick thanks and walked into my room, bumping into a stunned Tristan's back. I leaned up to look at him and saw him gaping, apparently at something that was in front of him, possibly something that was sitting on my bed.
"Tristan..?" I asked, then leaned over from where he was standing and squirmed passed him, quickly gazing upon my bed in utter shock.
"It's.. It's a.." I stuttered, trying to form a well enough sentence to explain what it was I was trying to express.
"It's a very.. elegant? Yes, elegant, thankfully caged, tiger."
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PJPrincess: OK, so the tiger was an odd touch, but I didn't know what to make it. So, now Rory is in love with Tristan, recieving gifts from an unknown source, reassuring Marty that she wasn't the one for him anyway, and now attempting to help Paris keep her cool around someone who's guts she hates.
JunoTechnoKid: You're twisted, you know that, right?
PJPrincess: More then you know... XP Review!
JunoTechnoKid: This seemed a little.. short, don't you think? 'Eh, review, the next chapter will most definetly be longer. She just needed to get her feet on the ground again and pick up the story. This chapter itself is a little.. messy. Just, I hope you guys enjoyed it, for my lifes sake!
PJPrincess: ::whacks him:: Shh. Bye!
Out.