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Tristan's House Chapter 8
*CRASH* "I HATE YOU, JAMES DUGRAY!"
"GOOD! I HATE YOU, ELIZABETH!!! LEAVE THIS HOUSE!"
"NO! YOU'RE THE ONE THAT CHEATED ON ME! YOU THINK I'LL BE THE ONE THAT LEAVES!?" Rory's eyes fluttered open. She felt discombobulated. Where was she? She suddenly rememberd and instantly felt like she was intruding in this very personal fight.
"YOU INGNORED ME, YOU UNGRATEFUL WITCH!"
"I DIDN'T IGNORE YOU! ANYWAYS, THAT'S NO EXCUSE! YOU FOUND SOME FLOOZIE AND YOU CHEATED ON ME! HOW COULD YOU?!" Another large piece of furniture crashed down and there was the sound of a lot of glass breaking. Rory saw her door open quietly. A half-asleep Tristan walked in the door, wearing a pair of sweat pants, holding his pillows and another pair of sweats. Rory stared at him wide-eyed, reveling in the sight of Tristan's chest. She chided herself, she shouldn't be thinking about Tristan's chest. He looked so sad.
"Tristan?"
"Rory. I figured you were awake. It's kind of hard to sleep through this. I brought you these." He handed her his sweats.
"Thanks. I'll go change." Rory walked into the dressing room that was adjoined to the guest room and changed quickly. She came back into the room. The DuGrays were still fighting. Tristan was sitting with his knees under his chin. Rory went to him.
"Are you OK?"
"Fine. I'm sorry you had to hear this."
"It's OK. Can I do anything for you?" Tristan looked so innocent at that moment, Rory couldn't believe it. His eyes were heavy with sleep and his lips were curled up. His hair was tousled from being in bed and his eyes were watering. Tristan nodded, his voice resembling a tired 5-year-old. "Can I sleep in here tonight? I don't wanna be alone."
Rory stared at him. He looked earnest.
"Yeah, come on." Tristan laid his pillows at the end of the bed. He climbed in and Rory did the same. Rory scooted to the edge of the bed.
Tristan spoke quietly, his voice almost sounded like he was laughing, "Silly, Rory. I won't bite."
"That's what I'm afraid of."
"What?"
"I know." Tristan closed is eyes. Then he spoke again, his voice still resembling a 5-year-old, "Hold me, Rory. Please." Rory slid towards him. She wrapped her arms around his waist. Tristan held her closely and she settled in next to him, nestling her head on his chest. Tristan had almost fallen asleep. He said, barely audible, "I love you, Rory." Tristan was fast asleep. Rory looked up at his face. Did he just say he loved her? No. No way. Rory felt so sorry for him. She closed her eyes, smelled his cologne and drifted off to sleep feeling safe and content.
Tristan was the first to wake up the next morning. He felt a warm body next to him. He looked down and saw Rory snuggled in his arms, her arm haphazardly placed across his six pack. He remembered his parents fighting and his coming in and asking to sleep with her. He stared at the sleeping form. She looked peaceful, content, a princess. She moved her head a little and sighed happily in her sleep. Her eyelids fluttered open and she met his warm gaze. "Morning, Tristan. How did you sleep?"
"Like a rock. You?"
"Wonderfully. Are you OK?" Tristan looked away, embarrassed.
"Of course. I'm sorry you had to hear their fights. It usually doesn't get to me, but last night I felt so alone. I knew you were right across the hall and I came. I hope you don't mind."
"I don't. Hey, what time is it?" Tristan peered at the clock. "9:45."
"I should get home, take a shower, and get ready for movie day." He smiled.
"OK, I'll go ask Hilde to get coffee going and I'll take a shower and get dressed. Then we'll head for Stars Hollow."
"Trist?" Rory asked as he got out of bed.
"Mhm?"
"You want to stay at my house tonight? On the couch. My Mom would probably freak at the idea of you in the same bed as me."
"Would it be too much trouble?"
"Nah. Hey, can I keep these on? Until I get home I mean."
"Sure. Go on downstairs. The coffee will be ready."
"OK. Meet you down there in the kitchen." Rory gathered her clothes and headed down the stairs.
Rory was sitting on the stool in the kitchen, sipping her third cup of gourmet hazelnut coffee. James DuGray walked in.
"OH! Are you new hired help?" Rory smiled as best as she could.
"No. I'm one of Tristan's friend."
"Oh, you're one of Tristan's tramps. I'd think you'd at least have the decency to leave instead of sitting in my kitchen drinking my gourmet coffee." Rory narrowed her eyes.
"Excuse me?"
"If you want to be Tristan's tramp, so be it, but don't parade around in my house."
Rory jumped off her stool.
"I! I! OOOOOO!!!!" Rory was angry. She was speechless. How dare he call her a tramp?! Anger flashed into her blue eyes. She started to speak again, but Tristan cut her short. Evidentally, he had been in the hallway listening.
"Don't talk to her like that, Dad. She's not a tramp."
"Oh, sure. Whatever you say, Son. Next time your slut sleeps over, make sure she's not in my kitchen. In fact, make sure I don't see her ever." Tristan was angry. No one talked to his Rory like that. Well, she wasn't his Rory, but still.
"How dare you call her that! She's not a slut. She's far from it. She's sweet, smart, innocent, and she's pure. You'll never understand the idea of a girl being pure. You and I, we don't get along, and that's fine, but you leave Rory out of it."
"So you do know her name." Rory let out a frustrated, angry scream.
"YOU JERK! YOU CHEAT ON YOUR WIFE AND THEN YOU HAVE THE NERVE TO CALL ME NAMES! YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW ME!"
"How'd you know about that?"
"Nights here are entertaining. NOW..." Tristan put his hand over Rory's mouth. She bit it.
"OWWW!" Rory stormed out of the kitchen.
"Rory!" She was already gone. Tristan turned to face his father.
"I can't believe you said those things about her."
"She's insolent. She's wearing your clothes. What am I supposed to think?"
"Rory is a partner on a school project. We were working on it late last night and she lives in Stars Hollow. I wouldn't let her go home on the bus and I was too tired to drive her home. I asked her to stay here. I gave her my sweats so she'd be comfortable. Rory's one of the most amazing girls I've ever met. She's so innocent. She's perfect, totally flawless. I love her and you've just ruined all the little stepping stones I had made for my relationship with her."
"You're a DuGray, buy her a necklace or earrings."
"Rory doesn't care about my name or my money. She didn't even care about me. I was finally making progress with her and then you called her a tramp. She's the farthest thing from it. Rory is so special. She doesn't deserve this. You better apologize to her."
"I will not!"
"You will!" The two men stared at each other. Rory called from the hall.
"Tristan, I'm leaving." Tristan glared at his dad.
"I'm coming, Mar! Let me grab my bag." He picked up his duffle bag and met her in the hallway. Rory let the house indignant.
The drive was quiet. Finally, Tristan apologized for his dad.
"I'm sorry about what my Dad said."
"It's OK. It's not your fault. I just couldn't believe the nerve. He doesn't even know me!"
"I know, Rory. If he knew you, he wouldn't have said it. I know it hurt you."
"Like a proverbial slap in the face."
"It's my fault." Rory put her hand his arm.
"No, it's not." He looked down at her and smiled.
"So, movies today?" Rory rattled off a list of the movies that were playing. Tristan was just glad to have her talking again.
Tristan's House Chapter 8
*CRASH* "I HATE YOU, JAMES DUGRAY!"
"GOOD! I HATE YOU, ELIZABETH!!! LEAVE THIS HOUSE!"
"NO! YOU'RE THE ONE THAT CHEATED ON ME! YOU THINK I'LL BE THE ONE THAT LEAVES!?" Rory's eyes fluttered open. She felt discombobulated. Where was she? She suddenly rememberd and instantly felt like she was intruding in this very personal fight.
"YOU INGNORED ME, YOU UNGRATEFUL WITCH!"
"I DIDN'T IGNORE YOU! ANYWAYS, THAT'S NO EXCUSE! YOU FOUND SOME FLOOZIE AND YOU CHEATED ON ME! HOW COULD YOU?!" Another large piece of furniture crashed down and there was the sound of a lot of glass breaking. Rory saw her door open quietly. A half-asleep Tristan walked in the door, wearing a pair of sweat pants, holding his pillows and another pair of sweats. Rory stared at him wide-eyed, reveling in the sight of Tristan's chest. She chided herself, she shouldn't be thinking about Tristan's chest. He looked so sad.
"Tristan?"
"Rory. I figured you were awake. It's kind of hard to sleep through this. I brought you these." He handed her his sweats.
"Thanks. I'll go change." Rory walked into the dressing room that was adjoined to the guest room and changed quickly. She came back into the room. The DuGrays were still fighting. Tristan was sitting with his knees under his chin. Rory went to him.
"Are you OK?"
"Fine. I'm sorry you had to hear this."
"It's OK. Can I do anything for you?" Tristan looked so innocent at that moment, Rory couldn't believe it. His eyes were heavy with sleep and his lips were curled up. His hair was tousled from being in bed and his eyes were watering. Tristan nodded, his voice resembling a tired 5-year-old. "Can I sleep in here tonight? I don't wanna be alone."
Rory stared at him. He looked earnest.
"Yeah, come on." Tristan laid his pillows at the end of the bed. He climbed in and Rory did the same. Rory scooted to the edge of the bed.
Tristan spoke quietly, his voice almost sounded like he was laughing, "Silly, Rory. I won't bite."
"That's what I'm afraid of."
"What?"
"I know." Tristan closed is eyes. Then he spoke again, his voice still resembling a 5-year-old, "Hold me, Rory. Please." Rory slid towards him. She wrapped her arms around his waist. Tristan held her closely and she settled in next to him, nestling her head on his chest. Tristan had almost fallen asleep. He said, barely audible, "I love you, Rory." Tristan was fast asleep. Rory looked up at his face. Did he just say he loved her? No. No way. Rory felt so sorry for him. She closed her eyes, smelled his cologne and drifted off to sleep feeling safe and content.
Tristan was the first to wake up the next morning. He felt a warm body next to him. He looked down and saw Rory snuggled in his arms, her arm haphazardly placed across his six pack. He remembered his parents fighting and his coming in and asking to sleep with her. He stared at the sleeping form. She looked peaceful, content, a princess. She moved her head a little and sighed happily in her sleep. Her eyelids fluttered open and she met his warm gaze. "Morning, Tristan. How did you sleep?"
"Like a rock. You?"
"Wonderfully. Are you OK?" Tristan looked away, embarrassed.
"Of course. I'm sorry you had to hear their fights. It usually doesn't get to me, but last night I felt so alone. I knew you were right across the hall and I came. I hope you don't mind."
"I don't. Hey, what time is it?" Tristan peered at the clock. "9:45."
"I should get home, take a shower, and get ready for movie day." He smiled.
"OK, I'll go ask Hilde to get coffee going and I'll take a shower and get dressed. Then we'll head for Stars Hollow."
"Trist?" Rory asked as he got out of bed.
"Mhm?"
"You want to stay at my house tonight? On the couch. My Mom would probably freak at the idea of you in the same bed as me."
"Would it be too much trouble?"
"Nah. Hey, can I keep these on? Until I get home I mean."
"Sure. Go on downstairs. The coffee will be ready."
"OK. Meet you down there in the kitchen." Rory gathered her clothes and headed down the stairs.
Rory was sitting on the stool in the kitchen, sipping her third cup of gourmet hazelnut coffee. James DuGray walked in.
"OH! Are you new hired help?" Rory smiled as best as she could.
"No. I'm one of Tristan's friend."
"Oh, you're one of Tristan's tramps. I'd think you'd at least have the decency to leave instead of sitting in my kitchen drinking my gourmet coffee." Rory narrowed her eyes.
"Excuse me?"
"If you want to be Tristan's tramp, so be it, but don't parade around in my house."
Rory jumped off her stool.
"I! I! OOOOOO!!!!" Rory was angry. She was speechless. How dare he call her a tramp?! Anger flashed into her blue eyes. She started to speak again, but Tristan cut her short. Evidentally, he had been in the hallway listening.
"Don't talk to her like that, Dad. She's not a tramp."
"Oh, sure. Whatever you say, Son. Next time your slut sleeps over, make sure she's not in my kitchen. In fact, make sure I don't see her ever." Tristan was angry. No one talked to his Rory like that. Well, she wasn't his Rory, but still.
"How dare you call her that! She's not a slut. She's far from it. She's sweet, smart, innocent, and she's pure. You'll never understand the idea of a girl being pure. You and I, we don't get along, and that's fine, but you leave Rory out of it."
"So you do know her name." Rory let out a frustrated, angry scream.
"YOU JERK! YOU CHEAT ON YOUR WIFE AND THEN YOU HAVE THE NERVE TO CALL ME NAMES! YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW ME!"
"How'd you know about that?"
"Nights here are entertaining. NOW..." Tristan put his hand over Rory's mouth. She bit it.
"OWWW!" Rory stormed out of the kitchen.
"Rory!" She was already gone. Tristan turned to face his father.
"I can't believe you said those things about her."
"She's insolent. She's wearing your clothes. What am I supposed to think?"
"Rory is a partner on a school project. We were working on it late last night and she lives in Stars Hollow. I wouldn't let her go home on the bus and I was too tired to drive her home. I asked her to stay here. I gave her my sweats so she'd be comfortable. Rory's one of the most amazing girls I've ever met. She's so innocent. She's perfect, totally flawless. I love her and you've just ruined all the little stepping stones I had made for my relationship with her."
"You're a DuGray, buy her a necklace or earrings."
"Rory doesn't care about my name or my money. She didn't even care about me. I was finally making progress with her and then you called her a tramp. She's the farthest thing from it. Rory is so special. She doesn't deserve this. You better apologize to her."
"I will not!"
"You will!" The two men stared at each other. Rory called from the hall.
"Tristan, I'm leaving." Tristan glared at his dad.
"I'm coming, Mar! Let me grab my bag." He picked up his duffle bag and met her in the hallway. Rory let the house indignant.
The drive was quiet. Finally, Tristan apologized for his dad.
"I'm sorry about what my Dad said."
"It's OK. It's not your fault. I just couldn't believe the nerve. He doesn't even know me!"
"I know, Rory. If he knew you, he wouldn't have said it. I know it hurt you."
"Like a proverbial slap in the face."
"It's my fault." Rory put her hand his arm.
"No, it's not." He looked down at her and smiled.
"So, movies today?" Rory rattled off a list of the movies that were playing. Tristan was just glad to have her talking again.