To have Colored The World
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"True Peace of mind comes only with a peaceful conciense , They go hand in hand
Seperation unreasonable and unreal to them.
If you have lost one you have probably lost both ,
If you never had one you have never had anything,
you can only own and never be more than the worth of that which you do. But look carefully , and judge not swift.
For you may find you've had both when you thought you had neither,
and maybe you have hidden one from yourself,
blocked out by foolish things,
there but unseen.
And we often only believe
in what we see.
Forgetting what our hearts tell us to believe."
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Tristan headed down the street , bouquet in one hand , and Paris' directions in the other. She had said to call if he got lost. Just when he was about to pull out his cell-phone
he spotted the next street sign she had listed. Rori's house was on that street. Quickening his pace he braced himself , this was the hardest thing he'd ever tried to do , but well worth it.
Rori packed the last of her things and checked the mirror to make sure she looked presentable. "You look great." Her mom said from the doorway. "I know!" Rori said cheerfully. Lorelie made a mock surprised face. "Just checking , your chariot awaits madam!" She said bowing. "Thank you Jeeves." Rori said with a curtsey. "hey! I am not Jeeves." Shot back her mother. "I'm just kidding." Rori said. "I would never make a good Jeeves , maybe a Winston , or an Elouise , but i'm no Jeeves!" Lorelie continued following her daughter out of the room. "Do I look like a Jeeves to you?" She persisted. "NO!" Rori was smiling despite herself. "Thats good cause im no..." Rori cut her mother off. "alright I get it." She said just as the dorbell rang. "Good idea!" Lorelie said racing up the stairs to grab her shoes. "Huh?" Rori looked puzzled a moment.
The doorbell rang again. "Oh door!" She said hurring down the remaining steps. "Sorry!" She said as she pulled open the door. Tristan jerked around to face her , apparently startled by her sudden presence, um Rori hi. "Tristan. Hi." The two stood in awkward silence. "Um here , for you." he said. Holding up the flowers. "Thanks." Rori took the flowers from him and smiled. "I should put these in water. Um you wanna come in?" She asked trying to be polite and ease the tension that suddenly made the air to thick. "Oh well I should go." He said. "Oh, okay." Rori smiled again. "Thanks for the flowers. They're really beautiful." She said. He felt the blush heating up his cheeks. " I earned the money for them myself. That guy Luke gave me a job on weekends at his coffee shop." Tristan said meakly. "Luke?! You know Luke?" She said surprised. "Yeah , he's sorta my boss." Tristan said. "Cool. Um didn't you say you had to.." Rori trailed. "Oh yeah. Well have a nice trip." He said then took off down the stops at an amazing pace.
Rori stared at the vase full of flowers that sat on her table. They were a mixed bunch. Baby's breath , pink and yellow carnations , a tiger lily , and a simple rose. Sort of a mixed bunch. It reminded her of a sunset over a snowy field. "Hey nice arrangement." Her mother said with a smirk. "So Dean , stopped by?"Lorelie asked. Rori didn't look up. "Nope, Tristan." She said. "Tristan?Tristan....Tristan.....OH! TRISTAN! From Chilton? That Tristan?!" She said with astonishment. "Yes, THAT Tristan." Rori said looking annoyed. "Well he's cute ." Lorelie offered. "MOM! I'm Dating DEAN!" Rori said exasperated. "Well so , he can still be cute." She countered. Rori rolled her eyes. Again the doorbell rang. Rori groaned and hurried to answer it.
"Yes?" She started on a sour note then stopped cold. "Dean?!" She said. "Hi!" He held out a bouquet of six roses. "For you." He said. "Dean oh my gosh these are beautiful I...Roses?! You got me roses?!" Her eyes widened. "Wait! Theres more...." he said. "More?" She looked at him a moment confused. "More." He verified.
"He got me roses!" Rori told Paris who was listening on other end of the line. "So why do you sound so stressed?" She asked , a strange tone in her voice that had come up when Rori had mentioned Dean ALSO brought her flowers. "Wait , theres more." She said. "He recited shakespeare for me . And a few other mushy scenes from novels it was....." She continued. "was?" Paris promted. "Amazing but..." She trailed. "But you like Tristan." Paris stated. "What?!" Rori couldn't believe how startled she sounded. Like Tristan? Why would she like Tristan? When did this come up? Was there some kind of bulletin she missed saying she was SUPPOSED to like Tristan? And why was she making such a big deal of this? Not that she was of course. Why would she. If she honestly did like Tristan and was trying to deny it she might but hey that wasn't the case so.... so.... "So?" Paris broke into her thoughts. "I'm still here!" she said. She glanced over at the bouqet Tristan had given her. The sunset. The color of the world at dusk. She had colored a picture when she was little , of the world using similar colors. Why did this have to be so hard. She didn't know anymore. Did she like Dean or did she like Tristan. And what about Paris? Paris liked Tristan. But Paris claimed to be over Tristan and even seemed to be nudging them closer together ON PURPOSE! "Hey, I've got an idea!" Paris said suddenly. "Idea?" Rori asked. Tomorrow is that carnival thing right? Well we probably wont have to much homework since its our first day back from vacation. Which would leave us free of plans. Do you wanna go?" She asked. "Um sure." Rori told her. "That would be great. Hey Paris...can I call you back later I've gotta go." There was a pause. "Sure , is everything alright Rori?" Genuine concern sounded in her friends voice. it was strange after all this was still Paris but it was nice. "I'm fine. You dont have to worry." Rori said. "Your sure." Paris persisted. wow she really had changed , or maybe she hadn't , maybe she was just being more honest , more herself. "Im positive. Im even smiling , you could tell though cause my voice right?" Rori said. "Yeah , just well call me alright?" She said. "Definitely." Rori said. "bye." There was a click as the phone on the other end was hung up. Rori let out a breath and put her phone down on the hook. "So , was that Paris?" Lorelie asked as she appeared in the doorway. "Uh Yeah." Rori said. "You two have been getting really close lately. Not that I mind or am jealeous or anything but. Is something up?" She asked. "Wrong? Why would anything be wrong?" Rori demanded near panic for reasons she douln't explain. "I didn't say wrong I said up." Her mother informed her. "Oh." The two sank into the soft kitchen chairs nearby. "Talk to me Rori , please Talk to me."
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"True Peace of mind comes only with a peaceful conciense , They go hand in hand
Seperation unreasonable and unreal to them.
If you have lost one you have probably lost both ,
If you never had one you have never had anything,
you can only own and never be more than the worth of that which you do. But look carefully , and judge not swift.
For you may find you've had both when you thought you had neither,
and maybe you have hidden one from yourself,
blocked out by foolish things,
there but unseen.
And we often only believe
in what we see.
Forgetting what our hearts tell us to believe."
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Tristan headed down the street , bouquet in one hand , and Paris' directions in the other. She had said to call if he got lost. Just when he was about to pull out his cell-phone
he spotted the next street sign she had listed. Rori's house was on that street. Quickening his pace he braced himself , this was the hardest thing he'd ever tried to do , but well worth it.
Rori packed the last of her things and checked the mirror to make sure she looked presentable. "You look great." Her mom said from the doorway. "I know!" Rori said cheerfully. Lorelie made a mock surprised face. "Just checking , your chariot awaits madam!" She said bowing. "Thank you Jeeves." Rori said with a curtsey. "hey! I am not Jeeves." Shot back her mother. "I'm just kidding." Rori said. "I would never make a good Jeeves , maybe a Winston , or an Elouise , but i'm no Jeeves!" Lorelie continued following her daughter out of the room. "Do I look like a Jeeves to you?" She persisted. "NO!" Rori was smiling despite herself. "Thats good cause im no..." Rori cut her mother off. "alright I get it." She said just as the dorbell rang. "Good idea!" Lorelie said racing up the stairs to grab her shoes. "Huh?" Rori looked puzzled a moment.
The doorbell rang again. "Oh door!" She said hurring down the remaining steps. "Sorry!" She said as she pulled open the door. Tristan jerked around to face her , apparently startled by her sudden presence, um Rori hi. "Tristan. Hi." The two stood in awkward silence. "Um here , for you." he said. Holding up the flowers. "Thanks." Rori took the flowers from him and smiled. "I should put these in water. Um you wanna come in?" She asked trying to be polite and ease the tension that suddenly made the air to thick. "Oh well I should go." He said. "Oh, okay." Rori smiled again. "Thanks for the flowers. They're really beautiful." She said. He felt the blush heating up his cheeks. " I earned the money for them myself. That guy Luke gave me a job on weekends at his coffee shop." Tristan said meakly. "Luke?! You know Luke?" She said surprised. "Yeah , he's sorta my boss." Tristan said. "Cool. Um didn't you say you had to.." Rori trailed. "Oh yeah. Well have a nice trip." He said then took off down the stops at an amazing pace.
Rori stared at the vase full of flowers that sat on her table. They were a mixed bunch. Baby's breath , pink and yellow carnations , a tiger lily , and a simple rose. Sort of a mixed bunch. It reminded her of a sunset over a snowy field. "Hey nice arrangement." Her mother said with a smirk. "So Dean , stopped by?"Lorelie asked. Rori didn't look up. "Nope, Tristan." She said. "Tristan?Tristan....Tristan.....OH! TRISTAN! From Chilton? That Tristan?!" She said with astonishment. "Yes, THAT Tristan." Rori said looking annoyed. "Well he's cute ." Lorelie offered. "MOM! I'm Dating DEAN!" Rori said exasperated. "Well so , he can still be cute." She countered. Rori rolled her eyes. Again the doorbell rang. Rori groaned and hurried to answer it.
"Yes?" She started on a sour note then stopped cold. "Dean?!" She said. "Hi!" He held out a bouquet of six roses. "For you." He said. "Dean oh my gosh these are beautiful I...Roses?! You got me roses?!" Her eyes widened. "Wait! Theres more...." he said. "More?" She looked at him a moment confused. "More." He verified.
"He got me roses!" Rori told Paris who was listening on other end of the line. "So why do you sound so stressed?" She asked , a strange tone in her voice that had come up when Rori had mentioned Dean ALSO brought her flowers. "Wait , theres more." She said. "He recited shakespeare for me . And a few other mushy scenes from novels it was....." She continued. "was?" Paris promted. "Amazing but..." She trailed. "But you like Tristan." Paris stated. "What?!" Rori couldn't believe how startled she sounded. Like Tristan? Why would she like Tristan? When did this come up? Was there some kind of bulletin she missed saying she was SUPPOSED to like Tristan? And why was she making such a big deal of this? Not that she was of course. Why would she. If she honestly did like Tristan and was trying to deny it she might but hey that wasn't the case so.... so.... "So?" Paris broke into her thoughts. "I'm still here!" she said. She glanced over at the bouqet Tristan had given her. The sunset. The color of the world at dusk. She had colored a picture when she was little , of the world using similar colors. Why did this have to be so hard. She didn't know anymore. Did she like Dean or did she like Tristan. And what about Paris? Paris liked Tristan. But Paris claimed to be over Tristan and even seemed to be nudging them closer together ON PURPOSE! "Hey, I've got an idea!" Paris said suddenly. "Idea?" Rori asked. Tomorrow is that carnival thing right? Well we probably wont have to much homework since its our first day back from vacation. Which would leave us free of plans. Do you wanna go?" She asked. "Um sure." Rori told her. "That would be great. Hey Paris...can I call you back later I've gotta go." There was a pause. "Sure , is everything alright Rori?" Genuine concern sounded in her friends voice. it was strange after all this was still Paris but it was nice. "I'm fine. You dont have to worry." Rori said. "Your sure." Paris persisted. wow she really had changed , or maybe she hadn't , maybe she was just being more honest , more herself. "Im positive. Im even smiling , you could tell though cause my voice right?" Rori said. "Yeah , just well call me alright?" She said. "Definitely." Rori said. "bye." There was a click as the phone on the other end was hung up. Rori let out a breath and put her phone down on the hook. "So , was that Paris?" Lorelie asked as she appeared in the doorway. "Uh Yeah." Rori said. "You two have been getting really close lately. Not that I mind or am jealeous or anything but. Is something up?" She asked. "Wrong? Why would anything be wrong?" Rori demanded near panic for reasons she douln't explain. "I didn't say wrong I said up." Her mother informed her. "Oh." The two sank into the soft kitchen chairs nearby. "Talk to me Rori , please Talk to me."
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