AUTHOR - Rianna
TITLE - Dear Tristan (Part 5)
E-MAIL - papayahead_98@hotmail.com
SPOILERS – Um...probably anything up to "Run Away, Little Boy"
SUMMARY – Tristan's letter
RATING – PG
CONTENT – nothing bad
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 – I'm really sorry it's taken me so long to get this part out. I've been trying, I just couldn't figure out to write. It kind of sucks, but…I had to get SOMETHING done. So, here it is, and I'll try to get the next part done sooner…
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Rory knew she probably shouldn't read the letter until she got home, or at least until she was in someplace much less crowded, but she couldn't wait. She ran over to the nearest bench to sit down, and slid her finger under the flap of the envelope to open it. She held her breath as she slowly unfolded the piece of paper inside, excited and terrified at what the letter might say.
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Dear Rory,
I'm sorry it's taken me so long to get back to you. I've been trying to figure out what exactly to say, running it over and over in my head, but nothing seemed to be quite right. I'm not too experienced with this whole honesty thing, you know. But I'm trying, so that's got to count for something. "An 'A' for effort," right? I just hope I don't come off as too much of a dork.
You miss me? I have to admit, that's not something that I thought I would ever hear from you. Even though it may sound horrible, I'm glad that you miss me. I miss you, too. I even miss Chilton, though I would have never guessed that that was possible. This place is much worse. It's like Chilton, but we have to do chores, we have to wake up at 5 a.m., and we have to run laps or do push-ups for detention. All of that, and I don't even get to see your face. I think you're probably the only one at Chilton that I do miss. You're definitely the first one I'll call next time I come home.
I'm sorry if I shocked or confused you at the play the other night. I didn't know what to say to you, I just knew that I couldn't leave without saying goodbye. And I'm sorry, more than I could ever tell you, about how I treated you for so long. Believe me, if I could go back and start over, I would. Maybe I can still redeem myself, though. I know that, like you said, we weren't exactly friends, but I'm hoping that maybe we can fix that. Who knows, maybe you'll find me slightly less obnoxious through the mail. I have to go now, though, it's almost time for lights out. I miss you, and I hope to hear from you soon.
Always,
Tristan
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As Rory finished reading the letter, she heard a chorus of "aaaaawwww" behind her. She turned around to see that Lorelai, Sookie, and Lane had been reading over her shoulder, and now all three had matching gushy looks on their faces. She blushed furiously, and threw them all a dirty look, but still couldn't seem to wipe the smile off of her face. It seemed as though sending Tristan that letter hadn't been a mistake after all.
TITLE - Dear Tristan (Part 5)
E-MAIL - papayahead_98@hotmail.com
SPOILERS – Um...probably anything up to "Run Away, Little Boy"
SUMMARY – Tristan's letter
RATING – PG
CONTENT – nothing bad
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 – I'm really sorry it's taken me so long to get this part out. I've been trying, I just couldn't figure out to write. It kind of sucks, but…I had to get SOMETHING done. So, here it is, and I'll try to get the next part done sooner…
*******************************************************************
Rory knew she probably shouldn't read the letter until she got home, or at least until she was in someplace much less crowded, but she couldn't wait. She ran over to the nearest bench to sit down, and slid her finger under the flap of the envelope to open it. She held her breath as she slowly unfolded the piece of paper inside, excited and terrified at what the letter might say.
**********
Dear Rory,
I'm sorry it's taken me so long to get back to you. I've been trying to figure out what exactly to say, running it over and over in my head, but nothing seemed to be quite right. I'm not too experienced with this whole honesty thing, you know. But I'm trying, so that's got to count for something. "An 'A' for effort," right? I just hope I don't come off as too much of a dork.
You miss me? I have to admit, that's not something that I thought I would ever hear from you. Even though it may sound horrible, I'm glad that you miss me. I miss you, too. I even miss Chilton, though I would have never guessed that that was possible. This place is much worse. It's like Chilton, but we have to do chores, we have to wake up at 5 a.m., and we have to run laps or do push-ups for detention. All of that, and I don't even get to see your face. I think you're probably the only one at Chilton that I do miss. You're definitely the first one I'll call next time I come home.
I'm sorry if I shocked or confused you at the play the other night. I didn't know what to say to you, I just knew that I couldn't leave without saying goodbye. And I'm sorry, more than I could ever tell you, about how I treated you for so long. Believe me, if I could go back and start over, I would. Maybe I can still redeem myself, though. I know that, like you said, we weren't exactly friends, but I'm hoping that maybe we can fix that. Who knows, maybe you'll find me slightly less obnoxious through the mail. I have to go now, though, it's almost time for lights out. I miss you, and I hope to hear from you soon.
Always,
Tristan
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As Rory finished reading the letter, she heard a chorus of "aaaaawwww" behind her. She turned around to see that Lorelai, Sookie, and Lane had been reading over her shoulder, and now all three had matching gushy looks on their faces. She blushed furiously, and threw them all a dirty look, but still couldn't seem to wipe the smile off of her face. It seemed as though sending Tristan that letter hadn't been a mistake after all.
