Choices
a/n: This is from Rory's POV. She is in a situation where she has to choose between Dean and Tristan.
I was dating Tristan. I was happy. I was over Dean. And also, amazingly, I was ready to start over again.
But-
Dean does come back. Dean does ask me out again. Dean does still love me. Dean was ready to start over
again, with me.
And-
Tristan did enjoy my company. Tristan did respect me. Tristan did have fun. Tristan and I did become
close, personal, and almost in love.
So what happened? A long, long, long story. A story that is my life. My love life. My very precious and young
love life. And it starts on a lonely night on the rebound.....
"Want a ride home, Ror?" asked Tristan.
"Sure." I replied, not even flinching at the nickname. Tristan and I were really getting along. In fact, he had
asked me out. He had even stopped making out with Belle in the hallway. And in fact, I had even said I would think about
it.
So there we were, driving home after some huge party we had been invited to. We had gone on a date, and
it felt nice. It felt nice not to be curled up in my bed, crying over Dean. It felt good to be dancing and to be near Tristan.
It felt good to have changed him.
His car, a very, very, very, stuck up Volvo that was silver and could have outdid a bullet when it came to
speed.
We sped well over the speed limit into Stars Hollow, passing Luke's Diner, where I could faintly see my mom
and Luke bantering over something.
"Nice town." he remarked.
"Isn't it?" I replied, disappointed. We defintely weren't getting anywhere, conversation-wise.
"Yeah."
He made a left at Cypress Street, and we reached the little grocery store.
"How do you know how to get to my house?" I asked.
"Are you suspicious?" he teased.
"Maybe." I giggled.
"I know everything there is to know about you, Rory Gilmore."
I didn't even realize it, but we were parked. In front of the store. Dean's store.
"Really?"
"Absolutely. Ask me anything." He commanded, confident.
"I don't know." I stammered.
"How about are you a good kisser?" he asked.
"It works." I said.
"Good. Let's see if you are."
So we kissed. And kissed. And kissed a little bit more.
Kissed until, someone walked out of the grocery store. A lonely guy, remorseful, formerly happy with a brunette,
but he dumped her. A guy who had nothing to do but take the night shift and hope that something would happen. A guy
with 20/20 vision and eyes like a cat, piercing, glowing into the night. A cat that could see everything. Including
scenes in 2001 Volvos.
"What the hell are you doing with my girlfriend?"demanded Dean, forgetting that I wasn't his girlfriend
anymore.
"Chill man." Tristan said. "You're still going out?" he asked me dubiously.
I shook my head. Tristan made a point of turning his head and arching an eyebrow at Dean.
"Oh yeah." Dean muttered. "Damn."
I shifted in my seat, so uncomfortable, I would have cut my hand and used it as a punch bowl to get out of this
situation.
"Wow, look at the time. Tristan, could you please drive me home?" I asked him sweetly.
"Sure."
As we drove away, I caught sight of a very familiar car. The car that was meant for me.
I pushed the sight of it out of my head. Instead, I concentrated on Tristan.
"You're a really good driver."
"Hm." He really wasn't saying much.
"What did you get on your debate?" I asked.
"B+."
I waited for him to go into further detail, but he didn't.
"Where do you live?"
"Near Chilton."
"Cool. Make a left."I instructed him.
" I know."
"Are you mad or something?" I asked.
"You have to choose." he said, straightforward, parking in my driveway.
"Excuse me?"
"Choose. Me or him."
"Who?"
"Dean."
"But he didn't ask to get back together." I said, puzzled.
"But you know he wants to. He's just afraid to make the first move."
"Are you examining his behavior or something?" I joked.
"Don't joke about this, Rory."
"Ok."
"So basically, I've got to choose."
"Yes."
"Can I have at least a week after Dean actually asks me out?"
"Fine. It's a deal." Tristan said. "In the meantime......"
"Yes, I will be your girlfriend." He grinned.
So then, I had a huge decision to make, but I didn't stress it, because I didn't think Dean would ask me out. I
hoped he wouldn't. I didn't want to face what would happen if he did.
~To Be Continued~
Coming Up: Love from both guys, decisions, and lots of talking and thinking.......
Opinion: Who do you want Rory to end up with? Please add it in your review. Your opinion will DEFINITELY affect the
outcome of this story. Thank you!
a/n: This is from Rory's POV. She is in a situation where she has to choose between Dean and Tristan.
I was dating Tristan. I was happy. I was over Dean. And also, amazingly, I was ready to start over again.
But-
Dean does come back. Dean does ask me out again. Dean does still love me. Dean was ready to start over
again, with me.
And-
Tristan did enjoy my company. Tristan did respect me. Tristan did have fun. Tristan and I did become
close, personal, and almost in love.
So what happened? A long, long, long story. A story that is my life. My love life. My very precious and young
love life. And it starts on a lonely night on the rebound.....
"Want a ride home, Ror?" asked Tristan.
"Sure." I replied, not even flinching at the nickname. Tristan and I were really getting along. In fact, he had
asked me out. He had even stopped making out with Belle in the hallway. And in fact, I had even said I would think about
it.
So there we were, driving home after some huge party we had been invited to. We had gone on a date, and
it felt nice. It felt nice not to be curled up in my bed, crying over Dean. It felt good to be dancing and to be near Tristan.
It felt good to have changed him.
His car, a very, very, very, stuck up Volvo that was silver and could have outdid a bullet when it came to
speed.
We sped well over the speed limit into Stars Hollow, passing Luke's Diner, where I could faintly see my mom
and Luke bantering over something.
"Nice town." he remarked.
"Isn't it?" I replied, disappointed. We defintely weren't getting anywhere, conversation-wise.
"Yeah."
He made a left at Cypress Street, and we reached the little grocery store.
"How do you know how to get to my house?" I asked.
"Are you suspicious?" he teased.
"Maybe." I giggled.
"I know everything there is to know about you, Rory Gilmore."
I didn't even realize it, but we were parked. In front of the store. Dean's store.
"Really?"
"Absolutely. Ask me anything." He commanded, confident.
"I don't know." I stammered.
"How about are you a good kisser?" he asked.
"It works." I said.
"Good. Let's see if you are."
So we kissed. And kissed. And kissed a little bit more.
Kissed until, someone walked out of the grocery store. A lonely guy, remorseful, formerly happy with a brunette,
but he dumped her. A guy who had nothing to do but take the night shift and hope that something would happen. A guy
with 20/20 vision and eyes like a cat, piercing, glowing into the night. A cat that could see everything. Including
scenes in 2001 Volvos.
"What the hell are you doing with my girlfriend?"demanded Dean, forgetting that I wasn't his girlfriend
anymore.
"Chill man." Tristan said. "You're still going out?" he asked me dubiously.
I shook my head. Tristan made a point of turning his head and arching an eyebrow at Dean.
"Oh yeah." Dean muttered. "Damn."
I shifted in my seat, so uncomfortable, I would have cut my hand and used it as a punch bowl to get out of this
situation.
"Wow, look at the time. Tristan, could you please drive me home?" I asked him sweetly.
"Sure."
As we drove away, I caught sight of a very familiar car. The car that was meant for me.
I pushed the sight of it out of my head. Instead, I concentrated on Tristan.
"You're a really good driver."
"Hm." He really wasn't saying much.
"What did you get on your debate?" I asked.
"B+."
I waited for him to go into further detail, but he didn't.
"Where do you live?"
"Near Chilton."
"Cool. Make a left."I instructed him.
" I know."
"Are you mad or something?" I asked.
"You have to choose." he said, straightforward, parking in my driveway.
"Excuse me?"
"Choose. Me or him."
"Who?"
"Dean."
"But he didn't ask to get back together." I said, puzzled.
"But you know he wants to. He's just afraid to make the first move."
"Are you examining his behavior or something?" I joked.
"Don't joke about this, Rory."
"Ok."
"So basically, I've got to choose."
"Yes."
"Can I have at least a week after Dean actually asks me out?"
"Fine. It's a deal." Tristan said. "In the meantime......"
"Yes, I will be your girlfriend." He grinned.
So then, I had a huge decision to make, but I didn't stress it, because I didn't think Dean would ask me out. I
hoped he wouldn't. I didn't want to face what would happen if he did.
~To Be Continued~
Coming Up: Love from both guys, decisions, and lots of talking and thinking.......
Opinion: Who do you want Rory to end up with? Please add it in your review. Your opinion will DEFINITELY affect the
outcome of this story. Thank you!