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A.N.: YAY!! Another update. YAY!! Okay I think That's enough of that. By the way constructive criticism is always welcome. And now on to part 6. . .
"Christ," said Dean as he answered his phone, " Hi Mom. Yes that was the right phone number. What do you mean it said out of use? Alright Alright. I'll check again."
"Excuse my princess, the castle calls."
"I'll forgive you this time but next time I may be forced to disable the phone," replied Rory.
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Tristan raised his head from his hands only to be looking straight at Rory. The two tables separated them, but with Dean and Teresa gone, there was no one in between.
"Hey there," said Rory
"Hello Rory. How are you this evening?" replied Tristan.
"Oh, I'm good and you?"
"Good, Good."
Both were very uncomfortable with the situation and resulted to sarcasm finally to lighten the intense mood.
"So how's Mr. Big Shot treatin' you?" asked Tristan with a
smirk.
"Very good and how's Miss Air Head?" shot back Rory.
" That one was rough considering you don't even know her," countered Tristan.
"Yeah well since she's going out with you she can't be all that brilliant."
"Au contraire, I do believe that there was one evening which you willingly spent in my company and one kiss too if memory serves me right," he smiled mischievously, "Or was it two evenings and two kisses? My mind draws a blank there. Think you can fill in the details?" added Tristan .
"Grrrr," replied Rory, narrowing her eyes.
"I always knew there was a tiger under that sweet and innocent façade," laughed Tristan.
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As Dean was walking back to his table, he stopped short at the doorway to the room.
He saw Rory sitting there seemingly arguing with some person whose back was facing him. Her pale complexion was heightened by two marks of red on her cheeks. Her eyes were bright as stars as she spoke and watched her partner intently. Her expression, a look of amusement with a hint of a smile and an attempt to cover it with a scowl, reminded him of another evening and another restaurant. The sexual tension in the room was palpable.
The sound of the two voices drifted to him and stopped him in his tracks.
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"You're the one who kissed ME," replied Rory
"Oh but that doesn't cancel out the fact that there were two kisses now does it?" asked Tristan with his arms folded and a small smile on his face, "and you didn't exactly stop me either time now did you. I'd say that you have feelings for me," he added baiting her.
"Yeah, feelings of homicide," retorted Rory.
"Oh Rory, Rory. Do you really want to see me go before you get that third kiss?"
"More than words can say."
"Oh the pain! The heartache! How shall I ever go on knowing that Rory Gilmore wishes ill of me!" exclaimed Tristan dramatically.
"I think you'll survive," replied Rory, leaning back and crossing her arms.
Just then Rory looked up in the door way and just stared like a deer caught in the headlights. * Did he just hear what we we're talking about.* Tristan saw her expression and turned around in confusion to see who was in the room. When he saw who it was he leaned back into his chair crossing his arms with a smirk. *Here it comes*
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Dean saw Tristan's expression and decided that he wouldn't be goaded into blowing up at Rory so this punk could console her later. (yes my friends he finally learned caution). He made a resolution to forget whatever they had been talking about. He trusted Rory and since he had broken up with her she had a right to see other people.
"Sorry about that Rory," he said walking back in, acting like nothing was different and brushing his lips against her cheek.
Rory just blinked at him for a second then recovered and answer brightly,
"No problem,"
"So Tristan's here." He said with a raised eyebrow, "find anything interesting to talk about?"
"Oh you know a little of this a little of that. I just can't seem to get away from the little leech." She replied toning the last few word loud enough for him to hear.
"Ouch Mary, that one hurt." he quipped back.
"Her names Rory. You nimrod. You'd think that going to a private school all your life you'd learn to memorize names," exclaimed Dean turning around.
"Dean its fine. I've just learned to ignore him."
"Good cause tonight is just ours." He leaned in to kiss her.
Rory opened her eyes and saw that Tristan's gaze was locked onto her face. He was in torment. * Lord, I can't stand
this anymore. You'd think that after the kiss we shared things would be different
but no. Things will never change *
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And so the evening continued, Dean and Rory left the restaurant and had a wonderful time at the movie premier. Rory even managed to get Heath Ledger's autograph for Lane and for herself. All things considered it was truly a magical night but she could still not shake-off the feeling that something was just not quite right between her and Dean. The relationship just was not the same. Things had changed and neither knew what to do about it. Rory was also having another problem that night. She just couldn't get Tristan out of her head. She remembered their look full of electricity and the look in his blue eyes was haunting her. She knew that their sparring was just a cover-up but she had no idea as to what exactly they were trying to hide form each other. The obvious just seemed too preposterous to even consider. She in no way, shape or form liked that egotistical, arrogant, conceited jerk. At least that's what she told herself. She had to admit however that seeing him with another girl tweaked one of her nerves and made her, god forbid, jealous. How she loathed that feeling especially when she felt it about someone she supposedly hated. She just decided to forget anything had ever happened.
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Tristan lay awake that night going over the date that had just happened a few hours ago in his head. The girl that he went out with was not he one keeping him from slumber. It was the one who showed up unexpectedly and turned his world upside down. Hearing her silver laugh all night had been driving him insane. He wanted to be the one who made her smile and laugh like that. He especially wanted to be the one who pressed his lips to hers. He looked back on the time she had met his eyes and the current that had flowed between them. He knew she felt it to. He just wondered how long she could go on without admitting it. He was almost at his breaking point.
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The End
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Well there you go finally another update . . . this may be the end for now but as soon as I have time I will continue it. . .
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