Choices
Divided Loyalties and Advice
Who to pick, who to love, who to see, who to kiss, who to choose? Questions, choices, decisions, hard times.
They all went together like bread & butter during those times. And I hadn't the slightest idea who I was going to pick.
"Any news, angel?" Same thing, every day. I sighed. Oh boy.
"I told you, I got an offer."
"You didn't give me many details."
"So I forgot, and I walked by the grocery store, and Dean asked me out." I said.
"Do you have a decision?"
"Not really." I admitted.
"We're waiting."
"I know. I still have a week, right?" I asked, hopeful.
"Nope. You've got 6 days, Ror."
"I told him I'd think about it."
"So?"
"So, I'll think about it."
"That's a great battle plan." Tristan said sarcastically.
"It is, isn't it?" I said, playing along.
"No matter who you choose, we can still be friends." he said seriously.
"Why are you doing this, Tristan?" I asked.
"Because I love you." he said finally.
Oh god. Not this again. Same situation, same month, different boyfriend.
No, I couldn't say it, not yet.
"Well?" he asked.
"This is the reason we broke up." I said to him.
"So I guess you don't love me either."
"I don't know! How am I supposed to know, under all this pressure?? I don't know anything anymore!"
"To tell you the truth-" he started thoughtfully, ignoring my outburst, "I'm doing this for us. For our relationship."
He stared hard at me.
"Suppose inside, you want Dean, but you're only going out with me because you feel sorry, or for some other
reason. Wouldn't that cheat our relationship?"
"Yes, but even if I did want Dean, or I did want you- I don't know who I want as my boyfriend, so why would it
matter?"
"Who?"
"I don't know!" I said in desperation.
"Better figure it out, Rory."
"Or what?? We'll break up too?" I asked. "Fine."
That was the day I started crying again. Just underneath my covers, pitifully, sobbing my heart out.
And I hadn't even told my mom. I knew I was going to have to, she was going to notice something, and besides,
she would understand, and I hadn't ever kept a secret from her-ever.
"Mom, can I talk to you?"
"Which pizza is fresh, Rory? Top or bottom?" She called from the kitchen.
"They're both a week old!" I yelled back.
"Good, then I can eat them!"
I shook my head with disgust.
Walking slowly into the kitchen, I saw my mom gnawing at the pizza.
"Its good." She glubbed through mouthfuls.
"Ew."
"So what was it you wanted to tell me?"
"Oh, its about Tristan."
She sat up and made a delighted sound. Mom hates Tristan. Then again, she also hates Dean.
"And Dean."
She slumped.
"So what is it? In love with Dean again and you want to break up with Tristan?"
So close to the truth.
"Tristan wants me to choose."
"You mean, the loser or the loser?" she asked.
"No-"
"That's easy. Choose the loser!" she announced triumphantly.
"Mo-o-o-m."
"Fine. Go ahead. Explain away."
"Dean asked me out. I'm going out with Tristan."
"I know honey. I'm your mother. And Dean's little 'proposal' is all around town."
"Not again!"
"I was waiting for you to come to me for advice."
"Teriffic, Mom."
She started on another slice of pizza.
"Pig. Anyway-"
"Thank you Rory, my beloved daughter."
"No prob. Anyway-"
"So basically, you have to choose between Dean and Tristan."
"Yeah."
"I have an idea."
"Hm?"
"Neither."
"Why?"
"Because they're making you go through this."
"But Tristan is doing it for our good as a couple, and Dean doesn't even know about Tristan."
"So pick Dean. Naive people are always better. Easier to trick."
"You're not helping."
"OK, fine. I'll listen. Go ahead." She closed the pizza box and clasped her hands together on the kitchen table.
Wow. Major sacrifice.
"Tristan says that he's doing this choice thing so that he can make sure that this relationship isn't fake
or something."
"The old 'fake relationship' stunt, huh?"
"What?"
"When I was in high scool, boys used that excuse to either get the girl to break up with him or to sleep with him."
"This is 2001, Mom,"
"Proceed, Rory dearest."
"I just don't know who I should choose."
"Dean."
"Dean?"
"Yes, Dean."
"How did you get Dean?"
"Pick Tristan."
"Why?"
"Because I messed up on eenie-meenie-minie-moe the first time and this time it landed on Tristan."
"So, now my love life is determined by a child's rhyme?"
"Precisely."
"I'm going to Lane's." I declared, standing up.
"Take a candy bar with you!" she reminded me.
"Definitely Dean." Lane said after I told her about my "situation".
"Once again, I ask how, and please don't say eenie-meenie-minie-moe."
"What?"
"Never mind."
"Well, I've met, seen, and talked to both. Naturally, they're both nice. They're both extrememly cute, and
boy am I glad I'm not you."
"So- Dean?"
"Oh yeah." She stood up and turned on the radio. " He's just more nicer and you guys make a better coupled. And
he's not pressuring you like Tristan is."
"But he would, if the roles were reversed." I pointed out.
"Oh yeah."
"So? I really need your advice on this one, Lane."
"Dean." she said with confidence, adjusting her glasses." Definitely Dean."
"OK."
"Because he's taller."
"Lane!"
Friday night rolled around. A night at the grandparents. Maybe I could get some advice from Grandma or
Grandpa. Might I add that Luke wasn't helpful, neither was Sookie, and Miss Patty and Babette certainly weren't
either. Last ditch attempt. Or not........
~To Be Continued~
Coming Up Next: Hopefully, the decision....
Last chance to vote!!! (^_^)!
Tally:
Tristan: 15 votes
Dean: 6 votes.
Dean fans, pull through!
'Til next time, bye!
Divided Loyalties and Advice
Who to pick, who to love, who to see, who to kiss, who to choose? Questions, choices, decisions, hard times.
They all went together like bread & butter during those times. And I hadn't the slightest idea who I was going to pick.
"Any news, angel?" Same thing, every day. I sighed. Oh boy.
"I told you, I got an offer."
"You didn't give me many details."
"So I forgot, and I walked by the grocery store, and Dean asked me out." I said.
"Do you have a decision?"
"Not really." I admitted.
"We're waiting."
"I know. I still have a week, right?" I asked, hopeful.
"Nope. You've got 6 days, Ror."
"I told him I'd think about it."
"So?"
"So, I'll think about it."
"That's a great battle plan." Tristan said sarcastically.
"It is, isn't it?" I said, playing along.
"No matter who you choose, we can still be friends." he said seriously.
"Why are you doing this, Tristan?" I asked.
"Because I love you." he said finally.
Oh god. Not this again. Same situation, same month, different boyfriend.
No, I couldn't say it, not yet.
"Well?" he asked.
"This is the reason we broke up." I said to him.
"So I guess you don't love me either."
"I don't know! How am I supposed to know, under all this pressure?? I don't know anything anymore!"
"To tell you the truth-" he started thoughtfully, ignoring my outburst, "I'm doing this for us. For our relationship."
He stared hard at me.
"Suppose inside, you want Dean, but you're only going out with me because you feel sorry, or for some other
reason. Wouldn't that cheat our relationship?"
"Yes, but even if I did want Dean, or I did want you- I don't know who I want as my boyfriend, so why would it
matter?"
"Who?"
"I don't know!" I said in desperation.
"Better figure it out, Rory."
"Or what?? We'll break up too?" I asked. "Fine."
That was the day I started crying again. Just underneath my covers, pitifully, sobbing my heart out.
And I hadn't even told my mom. I knew I was going to have to, she was going to notice something, and besides,
she would understand, and I hadn't ever kept a secret from her-ever.
"Mom, can I talk to you?"
"Which pizza is fresh, Rory? Top or bottom?" She called from the kitchen.
"They're both a week old!" I yelled back.
"Good, then I can eat them!"
I shook my head with disgust.
Walking slowly into the kitchen, I saw my mom gnawing at the pizza.
"Its good." She glubbed through mouthfuls.
"Ew."
"So what was it you wanted to tell me?"
"Oh, its about Tristan."
She sat up and made a delighted sound. Mom hates Tristan. Then again, she also hates Dean.
"And Dean."
She slumped.
"So what is it? In love with Dean again and you want to break up with Tristan?"
So close to the truth.
"Tristan wants me to choose."
"You mean, the loser or the loser?" she asked.
"No-"
"That's easy. Choose the loser!" she announced triumphantly.
"Mo-o-o-m."
"Fine. Go ahead. Explain away."
"Dean asked me out. I'm going out with Tristan."
"I know honey. I'm your mother. And Dean's little 'proposal' is all around town."
"Not again!"
"I was waiting for you to come to me for advice."
"Teriffic, Mom."
She started on another slice of pizza.
"Pig. Anyway-"
"Thank you Rory, my beloved daughter."
"No prob. Anyway-"
"So basically, you have to choose between Dean and Tristan."
"Yeah."
"I have an idea."
"Hm?"
"Neither."
"Why?"
"Because they're making you go through this."
"But Tristan is doing it for our good as a couple, and Dean doesn't even know about Tristan."
"So pick Dean. Naive people are always better. Easier to trick."
"You're not helping."
"OK, fine. I'll listen. Go ahead." She closed the pizza box and clasped her hands together on the kitchen table.
Wow. Major sacrifice.
"Tristan says that he's doing this choice thing so that he can make sure that this relationship isn't fake
or something."
"The old 'fake relationship' stunt, huh?"
"What?"
"When I was in high scool, boys used that excuse to either get the girl to break up with him or to sleep with him."
"This is 2001, Mom,"
"Proceed, Rory dearest."
"I just don't know who I should choose."
"Dean."
"Dean?"
"Yes, Dean."
"How did you get Dean?"
"Pick Tristan."
"Why?"
"Because I messed up on eenie-meenie-minie-moe the first time and this time it landed on Tristan."
"So, now my love life is determined by a child's rhyme?"
"Precisely."
"I'm going to Lane's." I declared, standing up.
"Take a candy bar with you!" she reminded me.
"Definitely Dean." Lane said after I told her about my "situation".
"Once again, I ask how, and please don't say eenie-meenie-minie-moe."
"What?"
"Never mind."
"Well, I've met, seen, and talked to both. Naturally, they're both nice. They're both extrememly cute, and
boy am I glad I'm not you."
"So- Dean?"
"Oh yeah." She stood up and turned on the radio. " He's just more nicer and you guys make a better coupled. And
he's not pressuring you like Tristan is."
"But he would, if the roles were reversed." I pointed out.
"Oh yeah."
"So? I really need your advice on this one, Lane."
"Dean." she said with confidence, adjusting her glasses." Definitely Dean."
"OK."
"Because he's taller."
"Lane!"
Friday night rolled around. A night at the grandparents. Maybe I could get some advice from Grandma or
Grandpa. Might I add that Luke wasn't helpful, neither was Sookie, and Miss Patty and Babette certainly weren't
either. Last ditch attempt. Or not........
~To Be Continued~
Coming Up Next: Hopefully, the decision....
Last chance to vote!!! (^_^)!
Tally:
Tristan: 15 votes
Dean: 6 votes.
Dean fans, pull through!
'Til next time, bye!