Rory. She's so beautiful. DuGray, you're staring at her. You can't show
your cards, yet. Pry your eyes away now! You can't let Paris see how much
you like her. Then Paris will really hate her, and Rory will get mad at
you, so stop staring! Tristan walked through the door to the studio in
Star's Hollow where they were rehearsing their act of Romeo and Juliet.
His heart was fluttering around his stomach as he was confronted by Paris,
of course it wasn't Paris who made who made his heart sprout wings and bang
against his ribs. Paris was just the one chewing him out for being late.
Tristan didn't hear a word she was saying. His eyes had immediately
centered on the only person left on this planet that he cared about. Rory.
Will you ever realize how much I care about you? Probably not...
Paris breaks up his reverie by bellowing, "People! Let's start NOW! Do I have to lead you people around by your noses in order to get anything done? Move it! We've got just enough time to run through the last scene, if you get your butts in gear!"
Tristan looked up, and straight into Dean's eyes. A surge of white-hot anger swept through Tristan, which he successfully hid from everyone in the room. He doesn't deserve her. He toys with her emotions. He says he loves her, and then hangs her out to dry. What an ass.
Tristan snatched himself away from his thoughts just in time to jump on stage before Paris realized how slowly he was reacting. Rory was already up there, flat on her back on the metal slab. Boy, that has gotta be uncomfortable. Tristan used a small part of his brain to say his lines, drinking the poison, running through his part. But his mind was centered on the beauty of the girl lying in front of him. He carefully analyzed his feelings for Rory. I've never felt this way about any of my ex- girlfriends. There is something special here. Something we didn't even make a dent in the surface of with that one kiss at Madeline's party. Then, he realized, I can't kiss her here now. We're not ready, and she's still dating him. Tristan started talking out loud about their kiss at the party, his subconscious realizing that by doing this they never get as far as the kiss scene. The irony was that this was going to hurt Tristan the most. Rory is going to be furious, but she'll calm down as soon she realizes Bag Boy has no idea what I was talking about; he will just be confused, but Rory isn't going to forget about me doing this for a long time.
Rory couldn't believe her ears when Tristan started talking about them kissing at the party. Blood thudded in her ears along with the roaring of her heart. How dare he! I specifically pleaded with him not to do this. After everything I've gone through with Dean. And now this! She completely forgot that she was supposed to be dead. Sitting straight up, asking him, pleading with him, "What are you doing?" She wasn't sure exactly what happened, but suddenly he was gone, walking incredibly quickly out the door. He leaves so fast someone could think he was the one who had been hurt! Rory left the stage, grabbing Dean by the arm, and left as well. Paris indignantly screaming after them about how horrible they were.
Oh boy, this is worse than I thought. She's incredibly mad! This hurts too much, I have to get out of here! With that, he strides out the door, grabbing his jacket on the way. He knew he wasn't coming back here tonight. And he definitely needed some kind of outlet for the grief building inside of him. She probably doesn't even realize how much this has hurt me.
Paris breaks up his reverie by bellowing, "People! Let's start NOW! Do I have to lead you people around by your noses in order to get anything done? Move it! We've got just enough time to run through the last scene, if you get your butts in gear!"
Tristan looked up, and straight into Dean's eyes. A surge of white-hot anger swept through Tristan, which he successfully hid from everyone in the room. He doesn't deserve her. He toys with her emotions. He says he loves her, and then hangs her out to dry. What an ass.
Tristan snatched himself away from his thoughts just in time to jump on stage before Paris realized how slowly he was reacting. Rory was already up there, flat on her back on the metal slab. Boy, that has gotta be uncomfortable. Tristan used a small part of his brain to say his lines, drinking the poison, running through his part. But his mind was centered on the beauty of the girl lying in front of him. He carefully analyzed his feelings for Rory. I've never felt this way about any of my ex- girlfriends. There is something special here. Something we didn't even make a dent in the surface of with that one kiss at Madeline's party. Then, he realized, I can't kiss her here now. We're not ready, and she's still dating him. Tristan started talking out loud about their kiss at the party, his subconscious realizing that by doing this they never get as far as the kiss scene. The irony was that this was going to hurt Tristan the most. Rory is going to be furious, but she'll calm down as soon she realizes Bag Boy has no idea what I was talking about; he will just be confused, but Rory isn't going to forget about me doing this for a long time.
Rory couldn't believe her ears when Tristan started talking about them kissing at the party. Blood thudded in her ears along with the roaring of her heart. How dare he! I specifically pleaded with him not to do this. After everything I've gone through with Dean. And now this! She completely forgot that she was supposed to be dead. Sitting straight up, asking him, pleading with him, "What are you doing?" She wasn't sure exactly what happened, but suddenly he was gone, walking incredibly quickly out the door. He leaves so fast someone could think he was the one who had been hurt! Rory left the stage, grabbing Dean by the arm, and left as well. Paris indignantly screaming after them about how horrible they were.
Oh boy, this is worse than I thought. She's incredibly mad! This hurts too much, I have to get out of here! With that, he strides out the door, grabbing his jacket on the way. He knew he wasn't coming back here tonight. And he definitely needed some kind of outlet for the grief building inside of him. She probably doesn't even realize how much this has hurt me.
