Title: A Helping Hand Part 3
Disclaimer: still not mine.I wish though! TRORY!
An. People have been reviewing about my stories and sometimes said that people wouldn't do what they do, it's my story! FAN FICTION!
On with the story:
P1C3
They started driving again, and Rory was full of confusion. What had Tristan meant? Why didn't he tell her? He just changed the subject quickly. She glanced over to Tristan who was looking straight ahead on the road. She didn't know whether to ask him about it again now, or not.
They pulled into the Gilmore driveway and he shut the car off. "Let's go get some coffee." She smiled at him and they got out of the car. They made their way up to the door and walked in. They walked in to stumble on boxes in the middle and all over the foyer. "Mom, what is this?" Rory yelled. Her and Tristan made their way around the boxes and to Lorelei who was hidden in the closet.
"Oh, hi guys." Lorelei pried herself out from under boxes. "I was just making room for some baby stuff." She was now standing in front of the two teens and starring at them. They were standing strangely far from each other and looking in different directions. 'Something happened between them' Lorelei thought to herself. She didn't know whether to ask or not. "Guys, is something up?" She asked them, eyeing each.
"No, why would there be something up?" Rory asked fixing her eyes on her mother and glancing over to Tristan once in a while.
Lorelei noticed that she didn't want to talk about what ever happened between the two best friends. "Okay, never mind. But I'm going to Luke's. So you kids behave." She kicked a few boxes out of her way and was off.
Tristan finally looked over at Rory. She was looking at him. He smiled slightly. "So." He said as he shifted on his feet.
"Wanna watch TV. Or something?" Rory asked trying to lighten the moment. She didn't want things to be weird between her and Tristan. She didn't even really know what happened between them. He nodded and walked into the living room. Rory sighed and followed. They sat down on the couch and starred straight at the television. It was stationed on Opera. A program neither of them liked. But they both seemed to be deep in thought to notice.
Finally, Rory flicked the TV off and looked at Tristan. "Are you going to tell me why it's weird between us now?" She asked him. He turned to face her and leaned against the arm of the couch.
"Well. I kinda almost let some feelings out that I didn't know how you'd react to before. I kinda got scared." He looked down at his hands.
Rory was surprised to say the least. Tristan was never scared. Never nervous or shy. But she was also shocked that he 'almost let some feelings out that he didn't know how I'd react to'.
"Tristan." She began. "Tristan look at me." She said after he didn't meet her eyes. He averted his eyes on her now. "What feelings would those be?" She asked him.
He waited a minute and hesitated whether to tell her the truth or not. But he realized that she'd see right through a lie. She knew him too well. "The feelings were that I really like you more than just a friend. Best friend even. Rory. I think I'm in love with you." He held his breath waiting for her reaction. How would she handle this? Did she love him back? Or did she just see him as a friend? He was dying to know. When she didn't respond for a minute, his heart sank and pain gushed all through him. Why did he expect her to love him? She never had and never will. He looked down again.
Rory couldn't believe it. She put her hand on his. "Tristan. I do love you. And , no, not only as a best friend. But, I thought you were over those feelings for me."
He looked up. He shook his head. "They never left me Rory."
She smiled warmly at him. "Give me a hug." He smiled at her and moved over to embrace her in his arms. They both sat hugging and smiling for a moment but he finally pulled away.
"Are you really over Dean?" He asked her.
"Yeah. I am. But the thing is, that he's always going to be some kind of thought or person in my life. I'm having his baby." She looked down at her stomach and sighed. He nodded in understanding.
Lorelei walked in with three cups of coffee and went into the living room. "So how's it going?" She asked looking between the two. They were now smiling instead of shyish.. "So did you guys talk or something?" She asked passing out coffee.
"Oh yeah!" Was Tristan's answer with a smile.
Disclaimer: still not mine.I wish though! TRORY!
An. People have been reviewing about my stories and sometimes said that people wouldn't do what they do, it's my story! FAN FICTION!
On with the story:
P1C3
They started driving again, and Rory was full of confusion. What had Tristan meant? Why didn't he tell her? He just changed the subject quickly. She glanced over to Tristan who was looking straight ahead on the road. She didn't know whether to ask him about it again now, or not.
They pulled into the Gilmore driveway and he shut the car off. "Let's go get some coffee." She smiled at him and they got out of the car. They made their way up to the door and walked in. They walked in to stumble on boxes in the middle and all over the foyer. "Mom, what is this?" Rory yelled. Her and Tristan made their way around the boxes and to Lorelei who was hidden in the closet.
"Oh, hi guys." Lorelei pried herself out from under boxes. "I was just making room for some baby stuff." She was now standing in front of the two teens and starring at them. They were standing strangely far from each other and looking in different directions. 'Something happened between them' Lorelei thought to herself. She didn't know whether to ask or not. "Guys, is something up?" She asked them, eyeing each.
"No, why would there be something up?" Rory asked fixing her eyes on her mother and glancing over to Tristan once in a while.
Lorelei noticed that she didn't want to talk about what ever happened between the two best friends. "Okay, never mind. But I'm going to Luke's. So you kids behave." She kicked a few boxes out of her way and was off.
Tristan finally looked over at Rory. She was looking at him. He smiled slightly. "So." He said as he shifted on his feet.
"Wanna watch TV. Or something?" Rory asked trying to lighten the moment. She didn't want things to be weird between her and Tristan. She didn't even really know what happened between them. He nodded and walked into the living room. Rory sighed and followed. They sat down on the couch and starred straight at the television. It was stationed on Opera. A program neither of them liked. But they both seemed to be deep in thought to notice.
Finally, Rory flicked the TV off and looked at Tristan. "Are you going to tell me why it's weird between us now?" She asked him. He turned to face her and leaned against the arm of the couch.
"Well. I kinda almost let some feelings out that I didn't know how you'd react to before. I kinda got scared." He looked down at his hands.
Rory was surprised to say the least. Tristan was never scared. Never nervous or shy. But she was also shocked that he 'almost let some feelings out that he didn't know how I'd react to'.
"Tristan." She began. "Tristan look at me." She said after he didn't meet her eyes. He averted his eyes on her now. "What feelings would those be?" She asked him.
He waited a minute and hesitated whether to tell her the truth or not. But he realized that she'd see right through a lie. She knew him too well. "The feelings were that I really like you more than just a friend. Best friend even. Rory. I think I'm in love with you." He held his breath waiting for her reaction. How would she handle this? Did she love him back? Or did she just see him as a friend? He was dying to know. When she didn't respond for a minute, his heart sank and pain gushed all through him. Why did he expect her to love him? She never had and never will. He looked down again.
Rory couldn't believe it. She put her hand on his. "Tristan. I do love you. And , no, not only as a best friend. But, I thought you were over those feelings for me."
He looked up. He shook his head. "They never left me Rory."
She smiled warmly at him. "Give me a hug." He smiled at her and moved over to embrace her in his arms. They both sat hugging and smiling for a moment but he finally pulled away.
"Are you really over Dean?" He asked her.
"Yeah. I am. But the thing is, that he's always going to be some kind of thought or person in my life. I'm having his baby." She looked down at her stomach and sighed. He nodded in understanding.
Lorelei walked in with three cups of coffee and went into the living room. "So how's it going?" She asked looking between the two. They were now smiling instead of shyish.. "So did you guys talk or something?" She asked passing out coffee.
"Oh yeah!" Was Tristan's answer with a smile.
