Title: How it Should Be
Part 2, All I Want Is You
Disclaimer: I don't own anything except Jason, blah blah blah. The song belongs to Maren Ord.
Summary: Tristan at military school. This takes place about a week after part 1.
Rating: PG-13, some swearing
Authors Note: Even though the titles of my chapters are going to be song titles does not mean they are going to be sonfics. Most of them will only use a line from the songs, or the titles etc.
*= thoughts
Part 2: All I Want Is You
Tristan lay on his bed, idly staring at the ceiling. His roommate was sound asleep, as he should be but he was wound to tight. He couldn't seem to get her out of his head. She invaded his thoughts every waking moment, and he couldn't escape even when he slept, which consequently didn't happen very often. Rory Gilmore. The name brought a smile to his face every time it flitted through his mind. *Come on Dugrey!! You can't keep pining over her like a love sick fool!! You don't even know when your gonna see her again!!*
Tristan groaned and rolled over. He knew this was getting him nowhere, yet that never stopped him. *So what if your miles away from me? I can't ponder on you forever. I need to know how you feel Rory.* Looking at the clock he saw it was 1:30. *Great just great. I have to get up in five hours, and yet again I have gotten absolutely no sleep.* His eyes swept towards the clock again. Instead of the digital numbers, he saw his note book. *Write her a letter!! Of course.* At that moment screeched to a halt. *That's right and as soon as she sees the return address she'll burn it!! No even better she'll get Dean to burn it!! I'll bet he'll enjoy that* Mentally he slapped himself.
"Get a grip!! Your letting your imagination get away with you. Write the letter, but don't send it to her. Yeah that's what I'll do. OK and now I'm talking to myself. I have officially gone insane." Quickly he picked up his note book and pen. Before he could think to stop himself, his hand began to flash across the page.
Dear Rory,
You must be surprised that I even know your name, Just kidding. So how's life in Chilton? Does Paris still hate you? I am sorry about that you know. I'm sorry for everything I put you through last year. You didn't deserve any of it. Ok now that the mushy apologies are out of the way.
Military school is ok I guess. It's not much different from Chilton when I think about it. No girls though which is a shame(J/J). To be perfectly honest I hate it so far. The 6:30 wake up calls are killer. And the worst part about them is that we don't get any coffee(The horror I know).
So, how's Dean?? This is the part of the letter where I'm trying to make polite conversation even if I don't like the topic. Because you of all people know my feelings towards Dean.
This next part would be the hardest part for Tristan to write. He wanted to tell her how he felt without scaring her. *Your not sending it to her remember.* All the same he wanted to write it like he was.
Rory I- He what? Loved her? He did but that was beside the point. He missed her? Yeah that sounded like the right thing to say.
I miss you. You made Chilton interesting. For you it wasn't the same as for anyone else. You didn't feel the need step on people to get want you wanted. You were just you. This whole thing is probably making no sense to you so I should stop here before it gets to be completely incoherent. If you don't want to reply I would understand.
Sincerely,
Tristan
Slowly he put down his pen. The clock now read 3 o'clock. *I can't believe I've been writing that long.* His eyelids began to flutter shut, so he quickly put the letter into an envelope and addressed it. After that he fell into the first contented sleep he'd had in months.
The next morning passed by as usual. This morning though Tristan felt lighter, as if a gigantic weight had been lifted off his chest. Even with his new found elation, he was exhausted by the time lunch rolled around. As he sat down at the table with his roommate Jason, he could barely keep his eyes open.
"Hey Tris. What the hell happened to you?? This morning you couldn't stop smiling and now you looked like you want to drop dead on the spot." Tristan groaned.
"I was up till 3 last nigh."
"Ouch. You know you really need to start getting more sleep. That still doesn't explain the smiling."
"I got something done I should have gotten done awhile ago."
"Did it have anything to do with the letter you had sitting on your alarm clock?" Asked Jason.
"Yeah I wrote that for a- friend i guess you could say. I'm not actually gonna send it, but i t felt good to get my thoughts down onto paper." When Tristan said this Jason started choking on his water.
"Oh shit!!" Tristan glared at him.
"What the hell did you do this time??"
"I might have mailed that letter."
"Oh no!! Don't tell me that."
"How was I supposed to know? It was just sitting there and I assumed..."
"Have you eer heard the phrase 'to assume is to make an ass out of you and me'? Well it fits perfectly here." For the remaining portion of lunch Tristan stared blankly at the food on his tray.
The rest of the day was the day from hell for Tristan. All the clocks mocked him, seeming to get slower every time he glanced at them. By the time he got back to his room he was ready to kill almost everyone.
"Hey Tris-" The death glare shot at him shut Jason up mid sentence. Tristan stormed over to his bed, flopped down and shoved his face into the pillow. Jason decided to try again. "Ok Tristan I have something to say, but you have to promise not to kill me." When Tristan grunted he took that as a yes. "I really don't think this is as bad as you make it out to be."
"I basically told this girl that I love her."
"Ok I have yet to see what's so bad about this."
"She hates me."
"Oh. It still might not be that bad." The dinner bell rang and Jason rushe dout of the room. *I really hope so.*
End Part 2, All I Want Is You.
Part 2, All I Want Is You
Disclaimer: I don't own anything except Jason, blah blah blah. The song belongs to Maren Ord.
Summary: Tristan at military school. This takes place about a week after part 1.
Rating: PG-13, some swearing
Authors Note: Even though the titles of my chapters are going to be song titles does not mean they are going to be sonfics. Most of them will only use a line from the songs, or the titles etc.
*= thoughts
Part 2: All I Want Is You
Tristan lay on his bed, idly staring at the ceiling. His roommate was sound asleep, as he should be but he was wound to tight. He couldn't seem to get her out of his head. She invaded his thoughts every waking moment, and he couldn't escape even when he slept, which consequently didn't happen very often. Rory Gilmore. The name brought a smile to his face every time it flitted through his mind. *Come on Dugrey!! You can't keep pining over her like a love sick fool!! You don't even know when your gonna see her again!!*
Tristan groaned and rolled over. He knew this was getting him nowhere, yet that never stopped him. *So what if your miles away from me? I can't ponder on you forever. I need to know how you feel Rory.* Looking at the clock he saw it was 1:30. *Great just great. I have to get up in five hours, and yet again I have gotten absolutely no sleep.* His eyes swept towards the clock again. Instead of the digital numbers, he saw his note book. *Write her a letter!! Of course.* At that moment screeched to a halt. *That's right and as soon as she sees the return address she'll burn it!! No even better she'll get Dean to burn it!! I'll bet he'll enjoy that* Mentally he slapped himself.
"Get a grip!! Your letting your imagination get away with you. Write the letter, but don't send it to her. Yeah that's what I'll do. OK and now I'm talking to myself. I have officially gone insane." Quickly he picked up his note book and pen. Before he could think to stop himself, his hand began to flash across the page.
Dear Rory,
You must be surprised that I even know your name, Just kidding. So how's life in Chilton? Does Paris still hate you? I am sorry about that you know. I'm sorry for everything I put you through last year. You didn't deserve any of it. Ok now that the mushy apologies are out of the way.
Military school is ok I guess. It's not much different from Chilton when I think about it. No girls though which is a shame(J/J). To be perfectly honest I hate it so far. The 6:30 wake up calls are killer. And the worst part about them is that we don't get any coffee(The horror I know).
So, how's Dean?? This is the part of the letter where I'm trying to make polite conversation even if I don't like the topic. Because you of all people know my feelings towards Dean.
This next part would be the hardest part for Tristan to write. He wanted to tell her how he felt without scaring her. *Your not sending it to her remember.* All the same he wanted to write it like he was.
Rory I- He what? Loved her? He did but that was beside the point. He missed her? Yeah that sounded like the right thing to say.
I miss you. You made Chilton interesting. For you it wasn't the same as for anyone else. You didn't feel the need step on people to get want you wanted. You were just you. This whole thing is probably making no sense to you so I should stop here before it gets to be completely incoherent. If you don't want to reply I would understand.
Sincerely,
Tristan
Slowly he put down his pen. The clock now read 3 o'clock. *I can't believe I've been writing that long.* His eyelids began to flutter shut, so he quickly put the letter into an envelope and addressed it. After that he fell into the first contented sleep he'd had in months.
The next morning passed by as usual. This morning though Tristan felt lighter, as if a gigantic weight had been lifted off his chest. Even with his new found elation, he was exhausted by the time lunch rolled around. As he sat down at the table with his roommate Jason, he could barely keep his eyes open.
"Hey Tris. What the hell happened to you?? This morning you couldn't stop smiling and now you looked like you want to drop dead on the spot." Tristan groaned.
"I was up till 3 last nigh."
"Ouch. You know you really need to start getting more sleep. That still doesn't explain the smiling."
"I got something done I should have gotten done awhile ago."
"Did it have anything to do with the letter you had sitting on your alarm clock?" Asked Jason.
"Yeah I wrote that for a- friend i guess you could say. I'm not actually gonna send it, but i t felt good to get my thoughts down onto paper." When Tristan said this Jason started choking on his water.
"Oh shit!!" Tristan glared at him.
"What the hell did you do this time??"
"I might have mailed that letter."
"Oh no!! Don't tell me that."
"How was I supposed to know? It was just sitting there and I assumed..."
"Have you eer heard the phrase 'to assume is to make an ass out of you and me'? Well it fits perfectly here." For the remaining portion of lunch Tristan stared blankly at the food on his tray.
The rest of the day was the day from hell for Tristan. All the clocks mocked him, seeming to get slower every time he glanced at them. By the time he got back to his room he was ready to kill almost everyone.
"Hey Tris-" The death glare shot at him shut Jason up mid sentence. Tristan stormed over to his bed, flopped down and shoved his face into the pillow. Jason decided to try again. "Ok Tristan I have something to say, but you have to promise not to kill me." When Tristan grunted he took that as a yes. "I really don't think this is as bad as you make it out to be."
"I basically told this girl that I love her."
"Ok I have yet to see what's so bad about this."
"She hates me."
"Oh. It still might not be that bad." The dinner bell rang and Jason rushe dout of the room. *I really hope so.*
End Part 2, All I Want Is You.