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Authors Note : OMG, I just read the reviews I've gotten for the last chapter and I do apologize for being an ever so mean mean person and ending it there. I figured I better get this chapter up before I start getting death threats in the mail or something. :) I wont do it again, I pro - well, I cant promise, but I'll try not to! Anyway, enjoy this one, its short but sweet :) (And excuse me it doesn't make any sense. Im trying, but its only 7o'clock in the morning, so it might not.)
"Baby, Be Mine"
Chapter 09
Rory's mind was racing. Tristan was going to kiss her! But wait... Tristan was going to kiss her? Again? Her eyes widened with
surprise as he merely leaned down to pick up the pencil she had dropped and she involuntarily sighed. No, no, go back and do it over, kiss him! Her mind screamed. But the moment was over, and if all were being completely honest, both felt extremely incomplete at that moment.
Tristan broke his gaze from her disappointed expression. She had wanted it, she had wanted him to kiss her and he ruined it. Why hadn't he just gone for the kill instead of beelining and pretending he was just picking up her pencil. Idiot, idiot, idiot! There was a minute of silence before Tristan's mind began functioninng again. "Um, here," he mumbled, handing her the pencil.
Rory tucked the pencil behind an ear and gave him a guarded smile. "Thanks."
Tristan glanced around nervously, down at his shoes, at the small crack in the wall, the mound of clothes upstairs that seemed to be slipping closer to the first floor with every second that passed. Anywhere but at Rory. Its was back, the horrible awkwardness between them, something they tried so hard not to let reenter their friendship. "Well, I better get going." He finally got out, making himself look at her again.
Rory caught his eye, taken aback by the amount of emotion that shone within them, emotion she had never seen before, ones she hadn't thought Tristan was capable of. Slowly, she nodded. "Okay."
Taking a deep breath, he leaned over slightly and gave her a kiss on the cheek. Not a suitable substitute in the slightest bit, but all that was offered. "I'll see you in school, Monday."
"Bye," She whispered, watching as he turned and opened the door.
"See ya," Came his reply and then the door shut. Seconds later an engine could be heard as he warmed his car up. There was an overwhelming sense of loss on Rory's part, almost as if she had missed out on the biggest chance of a lifetime. For once in her life, thoughts escaped her and she flung the door open, her mind focused on one thing. Getting that moment back.
"Tristan!"
Tristan put the car back into park as Rory came running down the front steps and over to his car. Without a second thought, he rolled down his window, gasping from the burst of cold air that hit him. "Miss me already, Mary?"
Rory's heart jumped at the sight of the almost unbearable cocky smirk that always followed the use of his nickname for her. Since when had that become a sign of endearment? She didn't know. "You're insufferable."
Tristan's grin intensified. "So I've been told."
That flaming grin however, was quickly put out as Rory took lead and leaned over to kiss him. Sparks flew, the heavens opened and ultimately.. neither knew. The kiss was short, but long enough for both of them to be shocked to the core. Rory's face turned red from embarrassment and she turned on her heel, flying back into the house without another word. Tristan watched her go, and for the first time in his life, a real, true, genuinely loved smile took over his features.
It was too bad neither of them saw the dark haired boy that stood across the street, the single rose he had held in his hand discarded in the snow.
*****
Did that totally suck or what? But this is chapter nine so the troryness had to start somewhere.. anyway, not everything is going to be hunkydory from now on... problems arise, theres an erratic mother (or two) stuck in there somewhere and lets not forget the jealous boyfriend from the past.. More coming soon!
*~*Shay*~*
Feedback : Please :)
Authors Note : OMG, I just read the reviews I've gotten for the last chapter and I do apologize for being an ever so mean mean person and ending it there. I figured I better get this chapter up before I start getting death threats in the mail or something. :) I wont do it again, I pro - well, I cant promise, but I'll try not to! Anyway, enjoy this one, its short but sweet :) (And excuse me it doesn't make any sense. Im trying, but its only 7o'clock in the morning, so it might not.)
Chapter 09
Rory's mind was racing. Tristan was going to kiss her! But wait... Tristan was going to kiss her? Again? Her eyes widened with
surprise as he merely leaned down to pick up the pencil she had dropped and she involuntarily sighed. No, no, go back and do it over, kiss him! Her mind screamed. But the moment was over, and if all were being completely honest, both felt extremely incomplete at that moment.
Tristan broke his gaze from her disappointed expression. She had wanted it, she had wanted him to kiss her and he ruined it. Why hadn't he just gone for the kill instead of beelining and pretending he was just picking up her pencil. Idiot, idiot, idiot! There was a minute of silence before Tristan's mind began functioninng again. "Um, here," he mumbled, handing her the pencil.
Rory tucked the pencil behind an ear and gave him a guarded smile. "Thanks."
Tristan glanced around nervously, down at his shoes, at the small crack in the wall, the mound of clothes upstairs that seemed to be slipping closer to the first floor with every second that passed. Anywhere but at Rory. Its was back, the horrible awkwardness between them, something they tried so hard not to let reenter their friendship. "Well, I better get going." He finally got out, making himself look at her again.
Rory caught his eye, taken aback by the amount of emotion that shone within them, emotion she had never seen before, ones she hadn't thought Tristan was capable of. Slowly, she nodded. "Okay."
Taking a deep breath, he leaned over slightly and gave her a kiss on the cheek. Not a suitable substitute in the slightest bit, but all that was offered. "I'll see you in school, Monday."
"Bye," She whispered, watching as he turned and opened the door.
"See ya," Came his reply and then the door shut. Seconds later an engine could be heard as he warmed his car up. There was an overwhelming sense of loss on Rory's part, almost as if she had missed out on the biggest chance of a lifetime. For once in her life, thoughts escaped her and she flung the door open, her mind focused on one thing. Getting that moment back.
"Tristan!"
Tristan put the car back into park as Rory came running down the front steps and over to his car. Without a second thought, he rolled down his window, gasping from the burst of cold air that hit him. "Miss me already, Mary?"
Rory's heart jumped at the sight of the almost unbearable cocky smirk that always followed the use of his nickname for her. Since when had that become a sign of endearment? She didn't know. "You're insufferable."
Tristan's grin intensified. "So I've been told."
That flaming grin however, was quickly put out as Rory took lead and leaned over to kiss him. Sparks flew, the heavens opened and ultimately.. neither knew. The kiss was short, but long enough for both of them to be shocked to the core. Rory's face turned red from embarrassment and she turned on her heel, flying back into the house without another word. Tristan watched her go, and for the first time in his life, a real, true, genuinely loved smile took over his features.
It was too bad neither of them saw the dark haired boy that stood across the street, the single rose he had held in his hand discarded in the snow.
*****
Did that totally suck or what? But this is chapter nine so the troryness had to start somewhere.. anyway, not everything is going to be hunkydory from now on... problems arise, theres an erratic mother (or two) stuck in there somewhere and lets not forget the jealous boyfriend from the past.. More coming soon!
*~*Shay*~*