A.N. Wow I'm soooo sorry for not updating. Crazy weekend which included
helping a friend move, a drama workshop, choreographing my dance AND
working. Phew, but I'm back. I'll really try even though this week is gunna
be crazy.
P.S. Hey Maura? I want to know what you meant by that review. Why didn't you like it? Are you not a trory? Sorry you don't like it but please don't report me as abusive, I don't think it is. Please?
"Wow!" He released his hand from her death grip and pulled out her chair. "Tristan, you said dinner, you didn't say this!" She motioned to her surroundings. He had taken her to the dock, then helped her onto a large ship. On the deck, there was a candlelit sanctuary. A table for two dressed to perfection, a vialionist playing a soft melody that faded into the night, and beautiful flowers surroundeing the deck. It could no have been a more beautiful night. Stars dancing in the perfectly clear sky above, reflectin gthe the still water.
"Speechless Mary?"
"It's gorgeous… Tahnk you."
"Don't thank me, your worth it….Let's eat." She miled and took the offered chair. "Martin, bring out the dinner please." Tristan asked the bulter politly. Rory smiled at the old man. He had silver hair and a light beard, he smiled at Rory and exited to the kitchen.
"So this is what you wanted to show me." She sighed, taking in her surroundings.
"Yep. My father has friends out here, I was here a lot when I was a kid. My room was always kept the same, I got the room with a view of the deck. Right up there." Tristan pointed to the room above them. "I would always watch my parents have dinner here, all their extravagant parties, when I was supposed to be asleep."
"Did you like it here?"
"Oh yah, I was sure I was going to be a captain one day." Rory giggled. "One day I'll get my own boat. That's one of the things on my list of things to do."
"What else is there?" Rory asked, curiously.
"Well let's see. There's start my own company…create a charity, of course settle down. You know, get married, have kids." She nodded.
"How many kids?" She asked, taking a sip of water.
"Oh, I don't know. One or two, It would depend on the mother. If she was one who I knew wouldn't get involved a lot then two, but if she would be home with the kid 24/7 then one. I hated being an only child."
"I loved it."
"Well you had a great mom."
"Yes I did. She's great." Tristan, noticing the silence started up again.
"I heard about your Grandfather, it's a shame, he was a good man."
"Yeah well, it was his time I guess."
"How's Emily taking it?" Tristan asked, he knew how hard it was for her, his grandfather had passed about when he was 20, he was just as close or closer with him, as Rory was with Richard.
"Oh, same as always, dramaqueen. But she's fine. He left with enough that she'll be ok financially, but she refuses to sell the house. I don't blame her. It holds so many memories."
"Yah. I know what it feels like. How about you? You ok?"
"Oh yah, it was tough, but I'm fine now."
"Good to hear."
"Do you like the chicken?"
" Yes I love it, Tristan I still can't believe you did all this."
"It was no problem." They waited awhile. Untill the butler came and took their plates before Tristan took her hand is his. "May I have this dance?"
"I don't know, I'm not that great of a dancer."
"Oh it's fine." He stood up and pulled her off her chair, gently leading her to the dance floor. He took her hand and placed it on his shoulder and took the other his his much larger one. They swayed to the beat of the smooth violin. After a few minutes Tristan spoke up. "See, your fine."
"Thanks." She giggled. They stopped and he took her hands once more.
"Rory?"
"Yeah."
"I'm so sorry for the way I treated you like high school."
"I know." She looked up. "Did you mean it…that you loved… what you said before graduation?"
"I still do.." Rory's face turned pale. She didn't know why she couldn't move, her mind was going so fast it couldn't comprehend words. Seeing her 'deer in the headlights' look he squeezed her hands. She tried to move her lips but he silenced her by putting his finger over them. " No, don't say anything, I don't want you to say it back until your ready. Just don't run away crying." She let out the breath she didn't know she was holding and pulled his lips down to hers.
A.N. Okay, gotta stop there. Please review and I'll put the next one up A.S.A.P.
Question: Does anybody remember a Gilmore Girls story about Rory is college, she was living with some really wacky characters at Harvard in an apartment. They were called the rat pack. I can't remember the name of it. Am I going completely insane or does anybody remember? Answer in reviews. Cheerio!
P.S. Hey Maura? I want to know what you meant by that review. Why didn't you like it? Are you not a trory? Sorry you don't like it but please don't report me as abusive, I don't think it is. Please?
"Wow!" He released his hand from her death grip and pulled out her chair. "Tristan, you said dinner, you didn't say this!" She motioned to her surroundings. He had taken her to the dock, then helped her onto a large ship. On the deck, there was a candlelit sanctuary. A table for two dressed to perfection, a vialionist playing a soft melody that faded into the night, and beautiful flowers surroundeing the deck. It could no have been a more beautiful night. Stars dancing in the perfectly clear sky above, reflectin gthe the still water.
"Speechless Mary?"
"It's gorgeous… Tahnk you."
"Don't thank me, your worth it….Let's eat." She miled and took the offered chair. "Martin, bring out the dinner please." Tristan asked the bulter politly. Rory smiled at the old man. He had silver hair and a light beard, he smiled at Rory and exited to the kitchen.
"So this is what you wanted to show me." She sighed, taking in her surroundings.
"Yep. My father has friends out here, I was here a lot when I was a kid. My room was always kept the same, I got the room with a view of the deck. Right up there." Tristan pointed to the room above them. "I would always watch my parents have dinner here, all their extravagant parties, when I was supposed to be asleep."
"Did you like it here?"
"Oh yah, I was sure I was going to be a captain one day." Rory giggled. "One day I'll get my own boat. That's one of the things on my list of things to do."
"What else is there?" Rory asked, curiously.
"Well let's see. There's start my own company…create a charity, of course settle down. You know, get married, have kids." She nodded.
"How many kids?" She asked, taking a sip of water.
"Oh, I don't know. One or two, It would depend on the mother. If she was one who I knew wouldn't get involved a lot then two, but if she would be home with the kid 24/7 then one. I hated being an only child."
"I loved it."
"Well you had a great mom."
"Yes I did. She's great." Tristan, noticing the silence started up again.
"I heard about your Grandfather, it's a shame, he was a good man."
"Yeah well, it was his time I guess."
"How's Emily taking it?" Tristan asked, he knew how hard it was for her, his grandfather had passed about when he was 20, he was just as close or closer with him, as Rory was with Richard.
"Oh, same as always, dramaqueen. But she's fine. He left with enough that she'll be ok financially, but she refuses to sell the house. I don't blame her. It holds so many memories."
"Yah. I know what it feels like. How about you? You ok?"
"Oh yah, it was tough, but I'm fine now."
"Good to hear."
"Do you like the chicken?"
" Yes I love it, Tristan I still can't believe you did all this."
"It was no problem." They waited awhile. Untill the butler came and took their plates before Tristan took her hand is his. "May I have this dance?"
"I don't know, I'm not that great of a dancer."
"Oh it's fine." He stood up and pulled her off her chair, gently leading her to the dance floor. He took her hand and placed it on his shoulder and took the other his his much larger one. They swayed to the beat of the smooth violin. After a few minutes Tristan spoke up. "See, your fine."
"Thanks." She giggled. They stopped and he took her hands once more.
"Rory?"
"Yeah."
"I'm so sorry for the way I treated you like high school."
"I know." She looked up. "Did you mean it…that you loved… what you said before graduation?"
"I still do.." Rory's face turned pale. She didn't know why she couldn't move, her mind was going so fast it couldn't comprehend words. Seeing her 'deer in the headlights' look he squeezed her hands. She tried to move her lips but he silenced her by putting his finger over them. " No, don't say anything, I don't want you to say it back until your ready. Just don't run away crying." She let out the breath she didn't know she was holding and pulled his lips down to hers.
A.N. Okay, gotta stop there. Please review and I'll put the next one up A.S.A.P.
Question: Does anybody remember a Gilmore Girls story about Rory is college, she was living with some really wacky characters at Harvard in an apartment. They were called the rat pack. I can't remember the name of it. Am I going completely insane or does anybody remember? Answer in reviews. Cheerio!