Okily Dokily. Here's chapter 3! Thank you soooo much for the reviews!!!
If I give you longer chapters, you won't get them as often. My teacher got mad at me today for writing in class. Hee Hee. Detention is a good place to write though! Lol. Well! Here you go!
And then there were 2
Part 3
"Rory, say something." Tristan finally pleaded after just staring at her for a few minutes. He sat her down beside him and tried to interpret the clouded emotions in her eyes. Was she happy? Sad? Mad? Well shock was apparent. They were knocked out of their trance by Mr.Medina.
"Rory, Tristan." The sound made Rory jump in surprise and embarrassment and Tristan hang his head in his hands, upset that their moment was interrupted. "You both can go now." Mr.Medina continued. He turned to his bookshelf, not seeing Rory grab her things and run out the door. He turned back around to see Tristan almost out the door. "Oh, Tristan!" Tristan turned around. "Could you give this to Rory, she asked for it." He said, handing him a green hardcover novel.
"Sure, no problem." He said, heading for the door.
"Thank you." He watched as the boy turned to leave and heard his progressing footsteps down the hall and the door opening and closing before continueing in his work.
Tristan jogged out to the courtyard, trying to find her. She was there, watching her bus speed away. He slowly approached her. She sat down defiantly on the bench and dropped her head in to her hands. "Rory..." She lifted her head to look at him. "Mr.Medina said you needed this." He said, handing her the book. She slid it into her backpack and slumped her back against the bench. He sat down and took her small hands in her much smaller ones. "Look, I didn't mean for it to happen like that. I'm sorry. I promised myself I'd wait for you, but I just couldn't do it anymore.....Just tell me you didn't enjoy it. Tell me that kiss meant nothing tomorrow and I'll leave you alone." He her tearstained cheeks in his hands and looked into her eyes. After a few moments he continued. "You wanna know the truth. You scared."
"Yes! That is the truth! I am scared. I'm scared of this, of falling for you. I'm scared of...your world." She admitted.
"I'm not asking you to come into my world. I'm just asking you to let me into yours." She looked at him. She didn't hate him, she ... Loved? Him. He leaned in.
"I love you." He stated simply before capturing her lips with his in a gentle but hungry kiss. Rory kissed back. She let it all sink in then suddenly pulled away. Her lips still teasingly close to his she whispered,
"I can't." She fought back tears as she placed a gentle kiss on his lips and ran, just as the rain began to fall.
He opened the door to his car. Darkness lurking in the skies above him, spitting out icy cold rain drops onto his skin. He stepped it and sat back. Knowing that he was in no way capable of driving like this he called his butler to bring the limo and turned on the radio. He lay down, letting the water soak him. Nothing mattered now.
90 miles outside Chicago
Can't stop driving, I don't know why
So many questions, I need an answer
Two years later, still on my mind
What ever happened to Amelia Eirhart?
Who holds the stars up in the sky?
Is true love just once in a lifetime?
And did the captain of the Titanic cry?
Oooh,
Someday we'll know
If love can move a mountain
Someday we'll know
Why the sky is blue
Someday we'll know
Why I wasn't meant for you
Does anybody know the way to Atlantis?
Or what the wind say when she cries.
I'm speeding by the place that I met you.
For 97^th time
Tonight
Someday we'll know
If love can move a mountain
Someday we'll know
Why the sky is blue
Someday we'll know
Why I wasn't meant for you
Yah Yah Yah yah
Someday we'll know
Why Samson loved Delilah
Someday I'll go
Dancing on the moon
Someday we'll know
That I was the one for you
Tristan couldn't take it any longer. He slammed his fist into his c.d.player. Stopping the bittersweet melody, and got into the approaching limo.
Okay, well I have to go babysitting so I'll end it there. 15 reviews for the next chapter. 25 more and I'll give you two chapters at the same time. Lol. I'm evil. Oh and here is an informal poll.
Do you think that Jamie Salle and David Pelletier (the Canadian figure sk8ers) Deserved the gold medal? Answer in reviews!
If I give you longer chapters, you won't get them as often. My teacher got mad at me today for writing in class. Hee Hee. Detention is a good place to write though! Lol. Well! Here you go!
And then there were 2
Part 3
"Rory, say something." Tristan finally pleaded after just staring at her for a few minutes. He sat her down beside him and tried to interpret the clouded emotions in her eyes. Was she happy? Sad? Mad? Well shock was apparent. They were knocked out of their trance by Mr.Medina.
"Rory, Tristan." The sound made Rory jump in surprise and embarrassment and Tristan hang his head in his hands, upset that their moment was interrupted. "You both can go now." Mr.Medina continued. He turned to his bookshelf, not seeing Rory grab her things and run out the door. He turned back around to see Tristan almost out the door. "Oh, Tristan!" Tristan turned around. "Could you give this to Rory, she asked for it." He said, handing him a green hardcover novel.
"Sure, no problem." He said, heading for the door.
"Thank you." He watched as the boy turned to leave and heard his progressing footsteps down the hall and the door opening and closing before continueing in his work.
Tristan jogged out to the courtyard, trying to find her. She was there, watching her bus speed away. He slowly approached her. She sat down defiantly on the bench and dropped her head in to her hands. "Rory..." She lifted her head to look at him. "Mr.Medina said you needed this." He said, handing her the book. She slid it into her backpack and slumped her back against the bench. He sat down and took her small hands in her much smaller ones. "Look, I didn't mean for it to happen like that. I'm sorry. I promised myself I'd wait for you, but I just couldn't do it anymore.....Just tell me you didn't enjoy it. Tell me that kiss meant nothing tomorrow and I'll leave you alone." He her tearstained cheeks in his hands and looked into her eyes. After a few moments he continued. "You wanna know the truth. You scared."
"Yes! That is the truth! I am scared. I'm scared of this, of falling for you. I'm scared of...your world." She admitted.
"I'm not asking you to come into my world. I'm just asking you to let me into yours." She looked at him. She didn't hate him, she ... Loved? Him. He leaned in.
"I love you." He stated simply before capturing her lips with his in a gentle but hungry kiss. Rory kissed back. She let it all sink in then suddenly pulled away. Her lips still teasingly close to his she whispered,
"I can't." She fought back tears as she placed a gentle kiss on his lips and ran, just as the rain began to fall.
He opened the door to his car. Darkness lurking in the skies above him, spitting out icy cold rain drops onto his skin. He stepped it and sat back. Knowing that he was in no way capable of driving like this he called his butler to bring the limo and turned on the radio. He lay down, letting the water soak him. Nothing mattered now.
90 miles outside Chicago
Can't stop driving, I don't know why
So many questions, I need an answer
Two years later, still on my mind
What ever happened to Amelia Eirhart?
Who holds the stars up in the sky?
Is true love just once in a lifetime?
And did the captain of the Titanic cry?
Oooh,
Someday we'll know
If love can move a mountain
Someday we'll know
Why the sky is blue
Someday we'll know
Why I wasn't meant for you
Does anybody know the way to Atlantis?
Or what the wind say when she cries.
I'm speeding by the place that I met you.
For 97^th time
Tonight
Someday we'll know
If love can move a mountain
Someday we'll know
Why the sky is blue
Someday we'll know
Why I wasn't meant for you
Yah Yah Yah yah
Someday we'll know
Why Samson loved Delilah
Someday I'll go
Dancing on the moon
Someday we'll know
That I was the one for you
Tristan couldn't take it any longer. He slammed his fist into his c.d.player. Stopping the bittersweet melody, and got into the approaching limo.
Okay, well I have to go babysitting so I'll end it there. 15 reviews for the next chapter. 25 more and I'll give you two chapters at the same time. Lol. I'm evil. Oh and here is an informal poll.
Do you think that Jamie Salle and David Pelletier (the Canadian figure sk8ers) Deserved the gold medal? Answer in reviews!