Author's Note: Sorry for the delay in this but I have had a rough couple of
weeks. Oh well, hope you enjoy this and please remember to review.
Chapter 7
Feeling the intense gaze she suddenly stopped playing and slowly turned to him. They locked eyes and she could sense what was coming next. Suddenly she felt guilty. This was what she came there for, to hurt Paris like she had hurt Rory all those years ago but for some reason it didn't feel right. Something pulled at her heart, she didn't want it because of Paris or the game, she wanted it because…she didn't know why.
"Tristan…" she whispered.
"Rory." he breathed.
She felt her heart jump as she tilted her head and he began to lean in closing the distance slowly, their lips now barely centimeters apart. As they brushed against each other they both felt a shock travel through their bodies before deepening the kiss in a passion that sent electricity through their veins. Tristan wanted to pull back, he begged his arms to push her away but he felt his body betraying him instead as he tangled his tongue with hers.
She didn't know what was wrong with her. She should have treated him like any other nameless pawn in her game, putting no feeling at all into her kisses…but this time it was different. She let her guard down and put everything: her pain, anger, and sadness as well as her joys, hopes, and dreams into one fiery passionate kiss. Her lungs screamed for air but her mind was telling them to go to hell, all she wanted was to continue crushing her mouth with his.
Finally the lack of oxygen got to be too much for both forcing them to pull apart, gasping for breath. They said nothing as they looked into each other's eyes, breathing deeply. Slowly, ever so slowly, Rory averted her eyes to the doorway and immediately felt guilty. A saddened expression took over her face as she looked down and desperately tried to hold back the tears that threatened to fall. Tristan looked confused until she looked up again but stared past him. He followed her gaze over his shoulder and blinked in shock.
Paris Geller stood with an expression registering a mixture of pain and anger. Behind her Madeline and Louise leaned against opposite sides of the doorframe, smug smiles on their faces.
"Paris…" he began.
She just shook her head and ran off.
"Well, that worked perfectly." Louise smirked.
"What do you mean? What worked?" Tristan asked harshly.
"The kiss Bible Boy, sent Paris off with what she deserves." Louise answered.
Tristan turned angrily to Rory. She sat with a hurt expression on her face, unable to lift her eyes to meet his. Her eyes were watering and she was biting her lip to stop the sobs from escaping her throat.
"You kissed me to hurt Paris?" Tristan asked fiercely. Rory continued to look away. "Answer me! You kissed me for the sole reason of hurting a good person like Paris? You knew she liked me and you used me to play your sick little game, didn't you?! You know, any other person I would say that's low but the more and more I'm around you I see that that is you at your best."
Rory still made no response. Madeline and Louise looked on in confusion and restraint, fighting the temptation to come to Rory's defense. Tristan shook his head disappointedly.
Only after Rory heard the loud, angry steps heading out of the room did Rory look up. The three girls stood alone in the room in silence. Rory felt herself crumbling. The urge to let out her cries became stronger, almost impossible to fight. Even as she sat there, battling her emotions she thanked God for bringing her the true friends that she found in Louise and Madeline. If anyone were to witness her breakdown she was relieved it was in front of the two people she could trust not to hurt her.
"Rory?" Madeline began in a small voice. "Are you okay?"
Rory shook her head and bit her lip harder as she tried to fight the salty droplets from falling. She took in a staggered breath and let all resolve go before sliding off the bench and crumpling into a small pile on the floor. Her tears escaped her as her body racked violently with cries. The two other girls made no hesitation in coming to their friend's side. Together they held onto her and let her cry, not caring that their precious costumes were being soaked, not caring that sitting on the floor and crying openly was considered lowly of them, not caring that if anyone were to walk in on them the scene would be described to everyone at the party in seconds, all they cared about was that their friend was in pain and needed the little bit of comfort that they could offer.
Minutes passed before they heard the sound of approaching voices outside. Rory looked up frightened, not wanting anyone to see her in such a weakened state.
"Let's get her out of here quick. My room." Louise suggested.
Madeline and Louise helped Rory get up and rushed to the door. Madeline drew back quickly and stopped the other two.
"Guys, drunk guys and some sleazy skanks. They're heading this way." she informed them.
"Come on, we'll take the passageways." Louise nodding her head to the corner of the library where an entrance was hidden behind a bookshelf.
As they slipped into the entrance seconds before the partygoers entered the room, Rory felt herself thankful again for Louise's grandfather building the house all those years ago with an extensive network of hidden passages.
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"Paris!" Tristan called futilely.
"Leave me alone Davenport!" she shot back as she maneuvered her way around the maze of parked cars, trying to find her own.
"So we're back on a last name basis now?"
"Yes." she hissed.
"I guess you're going to start giving me death glares again aren't you?"
Paris shot him a glare in response.
"Listen, I don't know why you're so torn up about this, it's not like you had feelings for me!" Tristan burst out. Paris looked down guiltily. Hesitantly he continued, "Is it?"
"Yes, maybe, but that doesn't matter anymore!" Paris yelled.
"I didn't even want to kiss her! She kissed me!" Tristan exclaimed.
"Oh please Tristan! How long do you think I was standing there? Trust me, you gave no signs of the kiss not being given in mutual consent!"
"What do you want me to say?! I'm sorry!? I'm sorry for being kissed by some girl!" he called at her retreating form.
Paris spun around and took a few steps back towards him. "But that's just it Tristan! It wasn't just 'some girl'! It was Rory Hayden! The same Rory Hayden that stole my boyfriend all those years ago! The same Rory Hayden that has been nothing but cruel to me!"
"I don't have any feelings for her! I don't even like her!"
"Yeah, well I guess there are a lot of girls who you have no interest in aren't there?" she turned and began to walk away.
Tristan closed the distance between them and grabbed her arm in attempt to stop her.
"Paris, I'm sorry that I don't feel the same way about you that you feel for me but please don't be mad like this." he pleaded.
"Too late Tristan." she snapped. "Go back to Juliet in there and stay away from me!"
She twisted out of his grasp and walked away with a note of finality. This time he made no attempts to stop her.
Turning he entered the party again and searched for Lane. He had had enough of moving on and wanted nothing more than to go home. Finally he found her dancing in the middle of the dance floor with Henry. He felt guilty for wanting to cut her night short but he couldn't leave her and he couldn't bear to stay any longer either.
"Hey Lane." he interrupted. "Can we get out of here?"
One look at him and Lane knew something went horribly wrong.
"Yeah sure." she said to him before turning back to Henry. "I have to go." she said before hurrying to catch up to Tristan's already retreating form.
"Well wait, can I get your number?" he asked.
She turned and quickly shouted, "Last name's Kim and we're the only ones in Stars Hollow!"
She turned back around and ran after Tristan, "I can't believe I just gave my number to a potential Korean doctor."
AN: Sorry it's so short after such a long time but I have SO much going on! Um…the last part was taken from "The Breakup, Part 2", thanks to Gilmore- Girls.net for the transcript even though I'm pretty sure there's a typo, which I fixed in this story. About Madeline and Louise, I figure they're human and are just suffering the same transformation that Rory went through thus the compassionate more understanding portrayals. Please review and I swear I'll be working on this as soon as possible!
PS: In case you are searching for other fiction to read check out any story by Gnat10886. Some characters even bear a striking resemblance to Tristan and Rory…suspicious. Her poems are really awesome and deserve a read. She even has a GG fic for anyone interested in the whole Jess/Rory dynamic. Check them out and be sure to drop her a line by reviewing!
If you have any story suggestions or you simply want more people to read your own stories I'm happy to advertise just let me know.
Chapter 7
Feeling the intense gaze she suddenly stopped playing and slowly turned to him. They locked eyes and she could sense what was coming next. Suddenly she felt guilty. This was what she came there for, to hurt Paris like she had hurt Rory all those years ago but for some reason it didn't feel right. Something pulled at her heart, she didn't want it because of Paris or the game, she wanted it because…she didn't know why.
"Tristan…" she whispered.
"Rory." he breathed.
She felt her heart jump as she tilted her head and he began to lean in closing the distance slowly, their lips now barely centimeters apart. As they brushed against each other they both felt a shock travel through their bodies before deepening the kiss in a passion that sent electricity through their veins. Tristan wanted to pull back, he begged his arms to push her away but he felt his body betraying him instead as he tangled his tongue with hers.
She didn't know what was wrong with her. She should have treated him like any other nameless pawn in her game, putting no feeling at all into her kisses…but this time it was different. She let her guard down and put everything: her pain, anger, and sadness as well as her joys, hopes, and dreams into one fiery passionate kiss. Her lungs screamed for air but her mind was telling them to go to hell, all she wanted was to continue crushing her mouth with his.
Finally the lack of oxygen got to be too much for both forcing them to pull apart, gasping for breath. They said nothing as they looked into each other's eyes, breathing deeply. Slowly, ever so slowly, Rory averted her eyes to the doorway and immediately felt guilty. A saddened expression took over her face as she looked down and desperately tried to hold back the tears that threatened to fall. Tristan looked confused until she looked up again but stared past him. He followed her gaze over his shoulder and blinked in shock.
Paris Geller stood with an expression registering a mixture of pain and anger. Behind her Madeline and Louise leaned against opposite sides of the doorframe, smug smiles on their faces.
"Paris…" he began.
She just shook her head and ran off.
"Well, that worked perfectly." Louise smirked.
"What do you mean? What worked?" Tristan asked harshly.
"The kiss Bible Boy, sent Paris off with what she deserves." Louise answered.
Tristan turned angrily to Rory. She sat with a hurt expression on her face, unable to lift her eyes to meet his. Her eyes were watering and she was biting her lip to stop the sobs from escaping her throat.
"You kissed me to hurt Paris?" Tristan asked fiercely. Rory continued to look away. "Answer me! You kissed me for the sole reason of hurting a good person like Paris? You knew she liked me and you used me to play your sick little game, didn't you?! You know, any other person I would say that's low but the more and more I'm around you I see that that is you at your best."
Rory still made no response. Madeline and Louise looked on in confusion and restraint, fighting the temptation to come to Rory's defense. Tristan shook his head disappointedly.
Only after Rory heard the loud, angry steps heading out of the room did Rory look up. The three girls stood alone in the room in silence. Rory felt herself crumbling. The urge to let out her cries became stronger, almost impossible to fight. Even as she sat there, battling her emotions she thanked God for bringing her the true friends that she found in Louise and Madeline. If anyone were to witness her breakdown she was relieved it was in front of the two people she could trust not to hurt her.
"Rory?" Madeline began in a small voice. "Are you okay?"
Rory shook her head and bit her lip harder as she tried to fight the salty droplets from falling. She took in a staggered breath and let all resolve go before sliding off the bench and crumpling into a small pile on the floor. Her tears escaped her as her body racked violently with cries. The two other girls made no hesitation in coming to their friend's side. Together they held onto her and let her cry, not caring that their precious costumes were being soaked, not caring that sitting on the floor and crying openly was considered lowly of them, not caring that if anyone were to walk in on them the scene would be described to everyone at the party in seconds, all they cared about was that their friend was in pain and needed the little bit of comfort that they could offer.
Minutes passed before they heard the sound of approaching voices outside. Rory looked up frightened, not wanting anyone to see her in such a weakened state.
"Let's get her out of here quick. My room." Louise suggested.
Madeline and Louise helped Rory get up and rushed to the door. Madeline drew back quickly and stopped the other two.
"Guys, drunk guys and some sleazy skanks. They're heading this way." she informed them.
"Come on, we'll take the passageways." Louise nodding her head to the corner of the library where an entrance was hidden behind a bookshelf.
As they slipped into the entrance seconds before the partygoers entered the room, Rory felt herself thankful again for Louise's grandfather building the house all those years ago with an extensive network of hidden passages.
~~~~~~~~
"Paris!" Tristan called futilely.
"Leave me alone Davenport!" she shot back as she maneuvered her way around the maze of parked cars, trying to find her own.
"So we're back on a last name basis now?"
"Yes." she hissed.
"I guess you're going to start giving me death glares again aren't you?"
Paris shot him a glare in response.
"Listen, I don't know why you're so torn up about this, it's not like you had feelings for me!" Tristan burst out. Paris looked down guiltily. Hesitantly he continued, "Is it?"
"Yes, maybe, but that doesn't matter anymore!" Paris yelled.
"I didn't even want to kiss her! She kissed me!" Tristan exclaimed.
"Oh please Tristan! How long do you think I was standing there? Trust me, you gave no signs of the kiss not being given in mutual consent!"
"What do you want me to say?! I'm sorry!? I'm sorry for being kissed by some girl!" he called at her retreating form.
Paris spun around and took a few steps back towards him. "But that's just it Tristan! It wasn't just 'some girl'! It was Rory Hayden! The same Rory Hayden that stole my boyfriend all those years ago! The same Rory Hayden that has been nothing but cruel to me!"
"I don't have any feelings for her! I don't even like her!"
"Yeah, well I guess there are a lot of girls who you have no interest in aren't there?" she turned and began to walk away.
Tristan closed the distance between them and grabbed her arm in attempt to stop her.
"Paris, I'm sorry that I don't feel the same way about you that you feel for me but please don't be mad like this." he pleaded.
"Too late Tristan." she snapped. "Go back to Juliet in there and stay away from me!"
She twisted out of his grasp and walked away with a note of finality. This time he made no attempts to stop her.
Turning he entered the party again and searched for Lane. He had had enough of moving on and wanted nothing more than to go home. Finally he found her dancing in the middle of the dance floor with Henry. He felt guilty for wanting to cut her night short but he couldn't leave her and he couldn't bear to stay any longer either.
"Hey Lane." he interrupted. "Can we get out of here?"
One look at him and Lane knew something went horribly wrong.
"Yeah sure." she said to him before turning back to Henry. "I have to go." she said before hurrying to catch up to Tristan's already retreating form.
"Well wait, can I get your number?" he asked.
She turned and quickly shouted, "Last name's Kim and we're the only ones in Stars Hollow!"
She turned back around and ran after Tristan, "I can't believe I just gave my number to a potential Korean doctor."
AN: Sorry it's so short after such a long time but I have SO much going on! Um…the last part was taken from "The Breakup, Part 2", thanks to Gilmore- Girls.net for the transcript even though I'm pretty sure there's a typo, which I fixed in this story. About Madeline and Louise, I figure they're human and are just suffering the same transformation that Rory went through thus the compassionate more understanding portrayals. Please review and I swear I'll be working on this as soon as possible!
PS: In case you are searching for other fiction to read check out any story by Gnat10886. Some characters even bear a striking resemblance to Tristan and Rory…suspicious. Her poems are really awesome and deserve a read. She even has a GG fic for anyone interested in the whole Jess/Rory dynamic. Check them out and be sure to drop her a line by reviewing!
If you have any story suggestions or you simply want more people to read your own stories I'm happy to advertise just let me know.