Tristan's farther had died the summer before his senior year. This meant a choice; go to school or just start up with the company.
"Mother?" Tristan mother had recovered. She was paralyzed from the waist down, but still living.
"Dear, it is completely up to you. Don't you have enough credits though?"
"I had enough at the end of my second year. I just stayed in to stay."
"Well, then it is completely up to you. You are an adult now and you have to think about what you want from life dear."
"I know, but god I've only been an adult for like 2 mouths and I all ready have to decide the rest of my life!"
"Just think..." She kissed the top of his head. (He was setting) and wheeled out.
"ARG!" He started to pace the floor. He finally picked up the phone.
"Hello?"
"Hey..."
"What's wrong Tristan?" Rory knew who it was.
"God, why does my life have to be so complicated?"
"I don't know... you want to talk about it?"
"Do you mind?" He heard a voice in the back round. "Is Dean there?"
"No, he was just leaving." Rory and Dean getting back together almost broke Tristan, but he had to be strong. For him and his mother.
"Are you sure?"
"Yea, I'll be there in 1/2 hour."
"Thanks..."
True to her word she was there in a 1/2 hour.
"Thanks for coming..." He said opening the door so she could come in.
"It's nothing!" She said hugging him.
"Rory?" Mrs. Du Gray had taken a liking to Rory.
"Hey Mrs. Du Gray. How are you?"
"Great and you? Any word from Harvard?"
"Not yet, but I've got my fingers crossed."
"Well, they would be fools to pas you up!" She smiled. "I'll leave you two alone."
"Nice to see you again."
"You too! You have to come by more often."
"I will."
His mother left. Tristan went up to his room and fell onto the bed.
"What's wrong?"
"I have to decide to go back to high school of not..."
"What do you mean?"
"I'm 18. I have enough credits and I'm the owner of a company."
"Oh... so what do you want?"
'If I knew what I wanted I would have one of the worst, non-hang over, headaches in my life!" She laughed.
"Tristan, you just have to ask your self what do you want. Do you want to go back for another year at Chilton or go into the real world?"
"Well, either way I have in to the business thing. I would be taking cake classes anyway. But do I really want to miss my senior year? I mean I would rule the school!"
"Oh please! Like you haven't since our sophomore year!"
"Yea, but this year I could..." He tried to think of something that he hadn't done.
"What be prom king? Done! Captain of our; football, swim, and basketball teams? Done! Dated just about every single girl in the student body? DONE!"
"Do you not want me there?" He asked jokingly.
"Are you kidding? I year with out you there. I think I would be sacrifice like a goat by Paris!"
"Maybe, are you a virgin 'cause you have to be..."
"Don't even go there!"
He threw is hands in there air as if in defeat.
"Hey, just satin the odvi-"
"Stop! Now back to your little dilemma..."
"Do we have to? I really hate my little dilemma and wish it would go away!"
"I'm sorry, but it cant."
"Can we at least get out of here?"
"Yea, sure. Who wants to drive?"
"How about you drive one of my cars. I really hate yours."
"Hey!"
"I'm sorry, but I can't fit into the VW! Plus it makes me look gay!"
"Hey I love that little beetle!"
"That's nice, but go pick a car and drive that!" They went down into the Du Grays garage, which was more like a small car lot.
"Hm..." Rory pressed her finger to her lips thinking.
Damn! I want to touch those lips! Tristan thought.
"That one!" She pointed to a Jaguar convertible.
"Ok..." He grabbed the keys from the box and threw them to Rory.
"Where do you want to go?"
"The Chilton courtyard?"
"What why?"
"Just drive women!"
"Fine fine fine!" They drove there and were soon walking around.
He looked at her face and eyes.
"Rory what wrong?"
TBC
"Mother?" Tristan mother had recovered. She was paralyzed from the waist down, but still living.
"Dear, it is completely up to you. Don't you have enough credits though?"
"I had enough at the end of my second year. I just stayed in to stay."
"Well, then it is completely up to you. You are an adult now and you have to think about what you want from life dear."
"I know, but god I've only been an adult for like 2 mouths and I all ready have to decide the rest of my life!"
"Just think..." She kissed the top of his head. (He was setting) and wheeled out.
"ARG!" He started to pace the floor. He finally picked up the phone.
"Hello?"
"Hey..."
"What's wrong Tristan?" Rory knew who it was.
"God, why does my life have to be so complicated?"
"I don't know... you want to talk about it?"
"Do you mind?" He heard a voice in the back round. "Is Dean there?"
"No, he was just leaving." Rory and Dean getting back together almost broke Tristan, but he had to be strong. For him and his mother.
"Are you sure?"
"Yea, I'll be there in 1/2 hour."
"Thanks..."
True to her word she was there in a 1/2 hour.
"Thanks for coming..." He said opening the door so she could come in.
"It's nothing!" She said hugging him.
"Rory?" Mrs. Du Gray had taken a liking to Rory.
"Hey Mrs. Du Gray. How are you?"
"Great and you? Any word from Harvard?"
"Not yet, but I've got my fingers crossed."
"Well, they would be fools to pas you up!" She smiled. "I'll leave you two alone."
"Nice to see you again."
"You too! You have to come by more often."
"I will."
His mother left. Tristan went up to his room and fell onto the bed.
"What's wrong?"
"I have to decide to go back to high school of not..."
"What do you mean?"
"I'm 18. I have enough credits and I'm the owner of a company."
"Oh... so what do you want?"
'If I knew what I wanted I would have one of the worst, non-hang over, headaches in my life!" She laughed.
"Tristan, you just have to ask your self what do you want. Do you want to go back for another year at Chilton or go into the real world?"
"Well, either way I have in to the business thing. I would be taking cake classes anyway. But do I really want to miss my senior year? I mean I would rule the school!"
"Oh please! Like you haven't since our sophomore year!"
"Yea, but this year I could..." He tried to think of something that he hadn't done.
"What be prom king? Done! Captain of our; football, swim, and basketball teams? Done! Dated just about every single girl in the student body? DONE!"
"Do you not want me there?" He asked jokingly.
"Are you kidding? I year with out you there. I think I would be sacrifice like a goat by Paris!"
"Maybe, are you a virgin 'cause you have to be..."
"Don't even go there!"
He threw is hands in there air as if in defeat.
"Hey, just satin the odvi-"
"Stop! Now back to your little dilemma..."
"Do we have to? I really hate my little dilemma and wish it would go away!"
"I'm sorry, but it cant."
"Can we at least get out of here?"
"Yea, sure. Who wants to drive?"
"How about you drive one of my cars. I really hate yours."
"Hey!"
"I'm sorry, but I can't fit into the VW! Plus it makes me look gay!"
"Hey I love that little beetle!"
"That's nice, but go pick a car and drive that!" They went down into the Du Grays garage, which was more like a small car lot.
"Hm..." Rory pressed her finger to her lips thinking.
Damn! I want to touch those lips! Tristan thought.
"That one!" She pointed to a Jaguar convertible.
"Ok..." He grabbed the keys from the box and threw them to Rory.
"Where do you want to go?"
"The Chilton courtyard?"
"What why?"
"Just drive women!"
"Fine fine fine!" They drove there and were soon walking around.
He looked at her face and eyes.
"Rory what wrong?"
TBC