Choices
Part 2: Proposals
a/n: I've gotten 5 votes for Tristan as of now. All you Dean fans........ act now!
"It was the best of times, it was the worst of times.....". That was the quote, and first sentence I must have
read 30 million times. I couldn't read the 2nd sentence of Charles Dicken's Tale of Two Cities, because I way
precoccupied. So for the past few days since the incident, I had been avoiding the grocery store altogether.
How did I know he wanted to get back together? I have no idea. Tristan was making me parnoid. At least
I had him. Our little charade as girlfriend and boyfriend was fun and great. And of course Paris was thrilled.
That was supposed to be sarcastic. I think.
"You're going out with Tristan?" She asked first thing Monday morning.
"Uh huh." I replied, on the 3rd sentence of Tale Of Two Cities.
"Lucky."
"Yeah, but not for long."
"What?"
"He's making me choose between him and Dean."
"Dean asked you out again?" she asked with surprise.
"No." I said." But Tristan thinks he will." I rolled my eyes.
"If he does, then what's the point of going out?" She asked curiously.
"Ask him yourself." I pointed at him walking in.
She stiffened, as usual, primping her hair.
"Give it up. He's taken." was Louise's comment from the next table.
Paris scoffed and said, " Hi Tristan."
He ignored her and sat down next to me.
"Any news, angel?" he asked, nonchalant.
It was Paris' turn to roll her green-blue eyes.
"Nope." I shook my head." Haven't even seen him."
"Good."
"I don't plan on starting anything either with him."
"Good."
"Good." I said finally, ending the conversation we had every day.
It happened the next day. I jinxed it. I am absolutely, positively, strictly convinced that I jinxed it.
"Hi Rory." He approached me while I was passing his store, stupidly.
He was still in his apron and just looked so cute.
"H-h-Hi." I stumbled on the word. Great, I thought, right where I started.
"Can I talk to you?" he asked.
"S-s-s-ure." I was so nervous. What could he possibly want to say that was SO important? But I knew.
He led me to the side of store, where I repeatedly tripped over some invisible can on the sidewalk. He didn't
notice.
"Look." He started. "I really regret what I did."
"You mean, breaking up?" Amazing. I hadn't stuttered.
"Yeah."
"So?" I asked.
"Do you-"
I braced myself.
"wanna get back together?" The end of his question poured out of his mouth like poison, poisoning me. My doom.
"I'll think about it." I said in a tiny voice, turned, and ran.
Study hall, 4th period, Tuesday. Tristan, Paris, Louise and I had it every day. It was "news" period.
"Any news, angel?" he asked, stumbling in, late as usual. All he got was a stern look from the teacher, Miss McDavid.
Everyone was immune to Tristan's charm. Except for me.
"Um-"
"So there is news?" Paris cut in.
He shot her a look.
"Well?" He gave me his trademark look, his arched eyebrow. "Tell the truth."
"You want the truth?" I asked him, searching his eyes for reassurance.
"Duh, we want the truth." Paris answered for him.
"I have an offer." I said finally.
Tristan's face- out of all people- he was expecting this- I mean, who would have thought?- he was prepared-
wasn't he?
"Who are you going to pick?" Paris leaned in confidentially.
At the point, I ran off, again.
~To Be Continued~
Coming Up Next: Possible Rory's decision? Maybe.
Keep submitting your opinions on who she should end up with!!!
Thank you!
Part 2: Proposals
a/n: I've gotten 5 votes for Tristan as of now. All you Dean fans........ act now!
"It was the best of times, it was the worst of times.....". That was the quote, and first sentence I must have
read 30 million times. I couldn't read the 2nd sentence of Charles Dicken's Tale of Two Cities, because I way
precoccupied. So for the past few days since the incident, I had been avoiding the grocery store altogether.
How did I know he wanted to get back together? I have no idea. Tristan was making me parnoid. At least
I had him. Our little charade as girlfriend and boyfriend was fun and great. And of course Paris was thrilled.
That was supposed to be sarcastic. I think.
"You're going out with Tristan?" She asked first thing Monday morning.
"Uh huh." I replied, on the 3rd sentence of Tale Of Two Cities.
"Lucky."
"Yeah, but not for long."
"What?"
"He's making me choose between him and Dean."
"Dean asked you out again?" she asked with surprise.
"No." I said." But Tristan thinks he will." I rolled my eyes.
"If he does, then what's the point of going out?" She asked curiously.
"Ask him yourself." I pointed at him walking in.
She stiffened, as usual, primping her hair.
"Give it up. He's taken." was Louise's comment from the next table.
Paris scoffed and said, " Hi Tristan."
He ignored her and sat down next to me.
"Any news, angel?" he asked, nonchalant.
It was Paris' turn to roll her green-blue eyes.
"Nope." I shook my head." Haven't even seen him."
"Good."
"I don't plan on starting anything either with him."
"Good."
"Good." I said finally, ending the conversation we had every day.
It happened the next day. I jinxed it. I am absolutely, positively, strictly convinced that I jinxed it.
"Hi Rory." He approached me while I was passing his store, stupidly.
He was still in his apron and just looked so cute.
"H-h-Hi." I stumbled on the word. Great, I thought, right where I started.
"Can I talk to you?" he asked.
"S-s-s-ure." I was so nervous. What could he possibly want to say that was SO important? But I knew.
He led me to the side of store, where I repeatedly tripped over some invisible can on the sidewalk. He didn't
notice.
"Look." He started. "I really regret what I did."
"You mean, breaking up?" Amazing. I hadn't stuttered.
"Yeah."
"So?" I asked.
"Do you-"
I braced myself.
"wanna get back together?" The end of his question poured out of his mouth like poison, poisoning me. My doom.
"I'll think about it." I said in a tiny voice, turned, and ran.
Study hall, 4th period, Tuesday. Tristan, Paris, Louise and I had it every day. It was "news" period.
"Any news, angel?" he asked, stumbling in, late as usual. All he got was a stern look from the teacher, Miss McDavid.
Everyone was immune to Tristan's charm. Except for me.
"Um-"
"So there is news?" Paris cut in.
He shot her a look.
"Well?" He gave me his trademark look, his arched eyebrow. "Tell the truth."
"You want the truth?" I asked him, searching his eyes for reassurance.
"Duh, we want the truth." Paris answered for him.
"I have an offer." I said finally.
Tristan's face- out of all people- he was expecting this- I mean, who would have thought?- he was prepared-
wasn't he?
"Who are you going to pick?" Paris leaned in confidentially.
At the point, I ran off, again.
~To Be Continued~
Coming Up Next: Possible Rory's decision? Maybe.
Keep submitting your opinions on who she should end up with!!!
Thank you!