AUTHOR - Rianna
TITLE - Dear Tristan
E-MAIL - papayahead_98@hotmail.com
SPOILERS - Um.probably anything up to "Run Away, Little Boy"
SUMMARY - Rory and Dean have an argument after Tristan leaves.
RATING - PG
CONTENT - really mild
PAIRING OR CHARACTER - Trory
DISCLAIMER - I don't own the show or any of the characters, they belong to the WB and Amy Sherman-Palladino, and all those
people.
AUTHOR'S NOTE - Kind-of, sort-of, but not-really sequel to "Boys Don't Cry". I don't really like it too much, I just got the first part in my head, and I had to write it down. I'm not sure whether I'm gonna continue it or not. Hope you like it, though.
"So, I was thinking maybe we could go out to Hartford this weekend, to the mall or a movie or something. You know, just get out of Stars Hollow for a change."
Dean looked across the table at his girlfriend. They'd been sitting here "talking" for the past half hour, and Rory had yet to say two words to him. He just didn't understand what was going on. She'd been fine when they'd first stopped by Luke's after the play, but had just been staring out the window since Sookie and Lorelai left, leaving Dean to carry on the conversation by himself.
"Or maybe we could go up to New York for a couple days. We could shave our heads, get a couple tattoos, hit the clubs. We could get really drunk and pass out in the gutter, that's always fun. So, what do you think? Rory?"
He searched her face for some signal that she had heard him. But she just continued to gaze out the window, absently stirring the cup of coffee in front of her.
"RORY???"
She jumped in her seat, and finally turned to look at him.
"WHA.oh, Dean, um.yeah, that sounds great, sure"
Dean sighed, and reached across the table to take her hand.
"Okay, Rory, what's going on? What's wrong?"
Rory shook her head, as though trying to rid herself of any unwelcome thoughts.
"Nothing, nothing's wrong. Why would you think anything's wrong?"
"Well for one thing, you've barely said two words to me since your mom and Sookie left. That, and you're still on your first cup of coffee. That's almost unheard of for a Gilmore girl." He hoped that last comment would bring a laugh, a smile, anything. But there was nothing. Dean sighed. "You've been acting all mopey since the play, like your dog just died, or something. I thought you'd be happier to be done with that stupid Shakespeare assignment, and to finally be rid of Triscuit. He's gone, we should be celebrating!"
Rory frowned. She withdrew her hand from Dean's, and used it to brush a strand of hair back behind her ear.
"His name is Tristan, not 'Triscuit'! And I kinda feel bad for him, you know? It can't be easy to just be uprooted from your home and friends and everything, and be shipped of to North Carolina. Besides, he wasn't all that bad."
Dean let out a little chuckle at this.
"'Not that bad'??? Rory, the guy made your first year at Chilton a total hell! He's a jerk, he deserves whatever he gets. Who knows, maybe military school will teach him how to act like a human being for a change."
"Oh, c'mon, Dean. He could be a nice guy when he wanted to. We actually almost got to be friends for a while there. I think I might even miss him."
"You're gonna miss him? Are we even talking about the same guy here? 'Cuz I'm talking about Tristan, the guy who harassed and insulted you, attacked me at the dance, made Paris hate you, acted like a complete ass at that 'Romeo and Juliet' rehearsal.Who the hell are you talking about?"
The whole time Dean had been saying this, his voice had been steadily rising. He just couldn't understand why Rory would be defending this guy, a guy she once had claimed to hate. He'd always known that Tristan had a thing for Rory, but he wasn't too worried 'cuz he knew that she despised him. But since they'd gotten back together, and especially since she'd started this project, Dean had noticed Rory looking at Tristan a bit differently. To be totally honest, it scared him. At first, he thought it was just pity or something, but then tonight.Even from a room away, Dean couldn't help noticing the look on Rory's face as Tristan said goodbye. His tone had caused Luke to look up and frown, and made Rory's cheeks flush with anger.
"Okay, just stop! Yeah, he could be a jerk sometimes, but he could be nice, too. Why are you getting so worked up over this, anyway? I'm allowed to miss him, Dean. I'm allowed to be friends with him, too if I want. You have no say over that."
"I'm not getting worked up over anything! I just don't like him, that's all, and I'm glad that he's gone. I didn't like you hanging around him, and I didn't like the way you two looked at each other. He had a thing for you, Rory, you know he did. I'm starting to think that maybe you've got a thing for him, too. I don't know why else you'd be so torn up over him leaving!"
Rory stared at him in shock, but that shock quickly turned to indignation.
"God, is that what this is all about? I should have known! You think Tristan has a thing for me, you think Jess has a thing for me. Any guy that talks to me, you think has a thing for me! Why are you so jealous, what have I ever done to make you not trust me? I'm sick of this, Dean!"
"You're sick of this? Okay, what the hell is that supposed to mean? Are you dumping me, or something? You're breaking up with me for that stupid accountant, aren't you?"
Rory ran her hands through her hair and groaned in frustration.
"No, Dean, I'm not. I am breaking up with you, but not because of Tristan. I can't be with someone who doesn't trust me."
Rory got up to go, and looked at Dean one more time, this time with sadness in her eyes.
"Good bye"
She walked out, leaving Dean sitting at the table alone, his mouth hanging open in shock. He stared after her, not even noticing the figure approaching him.
"Get out"
Dean looked up at Luke in surprise.
"Um.E-excuse me?"
"You heard me. Get out"
"But I haven't finished my coffee yet."
"Get out!" Luke growled, "I've never liked you, I always knew you were trouble. But I was nice because you were Rory's boyfriend. You're not anymore, so I don't have to be nice. Get out. Now."
Dean gave up and walked out of the diner, shaking his head in disbelief.
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Rory flopped down on her bed when she got home. Lorelai was already asleep, which Rory didn't really mind, since she wasn't much for talking right now. She wanted to figure out her thoughts and feelings for herself, before trying to explain them to anyone else.
She had just broken up with her boyfriend, the guy she was supposed to love. So why wasn't she more upset? The only thing she'd thought about while walking home was what Dean had said in the diner, about her having a thing for Tristan. But that was ridiculous, right? She and Tristan had just been friends, and barely even that. She didn't have a thing for him. She couldn't have a thing for him. Could she? Sure, Tristan could be sweet at times.he was fun to argue with.he had a great smile, and beautiful eyes.she got goose bumps from his voice, and that kiss at Madeline's party had been amazing. Rory buried her face in her pillow and groaned.
"Oh, my God! I have a thing for Tristan!"
Rory lay staring at the ceiling for a while, trying to register this, before the next piece of news hit her.
"Oh, my God! Tristan's in North Carolina!"
Rory jumped out of bed, and ran out into t he living room to look for the phone. She searched everywhere, before finally finding it in an empty coffee can in the kitchen cupboard. Then she found the Chilton directory on the bookshelf, and dialed Tristan's number. After prying the military school's address from the Dugrey's housekeeper, Rory hung up the phone and walked back into her room. She stared at a blank piece of paper for nearly fifteen minutes, before finally picking up a pen.
"Dear Tristan."
TITLE - Dear Tristan
E-MAIL - papayahead_98@hotmail.com
SPOILERS - Um.probably anything up to "Run Away, Little Boy"
SUMMARY - Rory and Dean have an argument after Tristan leaves.
RATING - PG
CONTENT - really mild
PAIRING OR CHARACTER - Trory
DISCLAIMER - I don't own the show or any of the characters, they belong to the WB and Amy Sherman-Palladino, and all those
people.
AUTHOR'S NOTE - Kind-of, sort-of, but not-really sequel to "Boys Don't Cry". I don't really like it too much, I just got the first part in my head, and I had to write it down. I'm not sure whether I'm gonna continue it or not. Hope you like it, though.
"So, I was thinking maybe we could go out to Hartford this weekend, to the mall or a movie or something. You know, just get out of Stars Hollow for a change."
Dean looked across the table at his girlfriend. They'd been sitting here "talking" for the past half hour, and Rory had yet to say two words to him. He just didn't understand what was going on. She'd been fine when they'd first stopped by Luke's after the play, but had just been staring out the window since Sookie and Lorelai left, leaving Dean to carry on the conversation by himself.
"Or maybe we could go up to New York for a couple days. We could shave our heads, get a couple tattoos, hit the clubs. We could get really drunk and pass out in the gutter, that's always fun. So, what do you think? Rory?"
He searched her face for some signal that she had heard him. But she just continued to gaze out the window, absently stirring the cup of coffee in front of her.
"RORY???"
She jumped in her seat, and finally turned to look at him.
"WHA.oh, Dean, um.yeah, that sounds great, sure"
Dean sighed, and reached across the table to take her hand.
"Okay, Rory, what's going on? What's wrong?"
Rory shook her head, as though trying to rid herself of any unwelcome thoughts.
"Nothing, nothing's wrong. Why would you think anything's wrong?"
"Well for one thing, you've barely said two words to me since your mom and Sookie left. That, and you're still on your first cup of coffee. That's almost unheard of for a Gilmore girl." He hoped that last comment would bring a laugh, a smile, anything. But there was nothing. Dean sighed. "You've been acting all mopey since the play, like your dog just died, or something. I thought you'd be happier to be done with that stupid Shakespeare assignment, and to finally be rid of Triscuit. He's gone, we should be celebrating!"
Rory frowned. She withdrew her hand from Dean's, and used it to brush a strand of hair back behind her ear.
"His name is Tristan, not 'Triscuit'! And I kinda feel bad for him, you know? It can't be easy to just be uprooted from your home and friends and everything, and be shipped of to North Carolina. Besides, he wasn't all that bad."
Dean let out a little chuckle at this.
"'Not that bad'??? Rory, the guy made your first year at Chilton a total hell! He's a jerk, he deserves whatever he gets. Who knows, maybe military school will teach him how to act like a human being for a change."
"Oh, c'mon, Dean. He could be a nice guy when he wanted to. We actually almost got to be friends for a while there. I think I might even miss him."
"You're gonna miss him? Are we even talking about the same guy here? 'Cuz I'm talking about Tristan, the guy who harassed and insulted you, attacked me at the dance, made Paris hate you, acted like a complete ass at that 'Romeo and Juliet' rehearsal.Who the hell are you talking about?"
The whole time Dean had been saying this, his voice had been steadily rising. He just couldn't understand why Rory would be defending this guy, a guy she once had claimed to hate. He'd always known that Tristan had a thing for Rory, but he wasn't too worried 'cuz he knew that she despised him. But since they'd gotten back together, and especially since she'd started this project, Dean had noticed Rory looking at Tristan a bit differently. To be totally honest, it scared him. At first, he thought it was just pity or something, but then tonight.Even from a room away, Dean couldn't help noticing the look on Rory's face as Tristan said goodbye. His tone had caused Luke to look up and frown, and made Rory's cheeks flush with anger.
"Okay, just stop! Yeah, he could be a jerk sometimes, but he could be nice, too. Why are you getting so worked up over this, anyway? I'm allowed to miss him, Dean. I'm allowed to be friends with him, too if I want. You have no say over that."
"I'm not getting worked up over anything! I just don't like him, that's all, and I'm glad that he's gone. I didn't like you hanging around him, and I didn't like the way you two looked at each other. He had a thing for you, Rory, you know he did. I'm starting to think that maybe you've got a thing for him, too. I don't know why else you'd be so torn up over him leaving!"
Rory stared at him in shock, but that shock quickly turned to indignation.
"God, is that what this is all about? I should have known! You think Tristan has a thing for me, you think Jess has a thing for me. Any guy that talks to me, you think has a thing for me! Why are you so jealous, what have I ever done to make you not trust me? I'm sick of this, Dean!"
"You're sick of this? Okay, what the hell is that supposed to mean? Are you dumping me, or something? You're breaking up with me for that stupid accountant, aren't you?"
Rory ran her hands through her hair and groaned in frustration.
"No, Dean, I'm not. I am breaking up with you, but not because of Tristan. I can't be with someone who doesn't trust me."
Rory got up to go, and looked at Dean one more time, this time with sadness in her eyes.
"Good bye"
She walked out, leaving Dean sitting at the table alone, his mouth hanging open in shock. He stared after her, not even noticing the figure approaching him.
"Get out"
Dean looked up at Luke in surprise.
"Um.E-excuse me?"
"You heard me. Get out"
"But I haven't finished my coffee yet."
"Get out!" Luke growled, "I've never liked you, I always knew you were trouble. But I was nice because you were Rory's boyfriend. You're not anymore, so I don't have to be nice. Get out. Now."
Dean gave up and walked out of the diner, shaking his head in disbelief.
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Rory flopped down on her bed when she got home. Lorelai was already asleep, which Rory didn't really mind, since she wasn't much for talking right now. She wanted to figure out her thoughts and feelings for herself, before trying to explain them to anyone else.
She had just broken up with her boyfriend, the guy she was supposed to love. So why wasn't she more upset? The only thing she'd thought about while walking home was what Dean had said in the diner, about her having a thing for Tristan. But that was ridiculous, right? She and Tristan had just been friends, and barely even that. She didn't have a thing for him. She couldn't have a thing for him. Could she? Sure, Tristan could be sweet at times.he was fun to argue with.he had a great smile, and beautiful eyes.she got goose bumps from his voice, and that kiss at Madeline's party had been amazing. Rory buried her face in her pillow and groaned.
"Oh, my God! I have a thing for Tristan!"
Rory lay staring at the ceiling for a while, trying to register this, before the next piece of news hit her.
"Oh, my God! Tristan's in North Carolina!"
Rory jumped out of bed, and ran out into t he living room to look for the phone. She searched everywhere, before finally finding it in an empty coffee can in the kitchen cupboard. Then she found the Chilton directory on the bookshelf, and dialed Tristan's number. After prying the military school's address from the Dugrey's housekeeper, Rory hung up the phone and walked back into her room. She stared at a blank piece of paper for nearly fifteen minutes, before finally picking up a pen.
"Dear Tristan."
