See chap 1 for info.
Authors Note: Well, here it is, Part 3! I was having trouble with this chapter(see definition of writers block) and how to write it, and had to revise it many times, but I generally like it and would appreciate if you told me what you thought. Thanks! :)
Chapter Three: Sing Out this Song....
Rory sprints down the stairs rapidly. She is halfway to her car when she hears Tristan call out her name.
"Rory! Wait!"
She stops and turns around. There are angry tears running down her face, and she makes no move to brush them away.
"You can't love me! You don't know what real love is! A couple of lousy kisses does not instigate love!" Rory shouts at him.
Tristan catches up to her and looks down at his shoes. "So you heard what I said to Paris, huh?"
"Yeah...How can you love me? You're incapable of love, just ask the dozens of girls you've gone out with. And you don't know me at all. So...how can you love me?
Tristan gazes at Rory in disbelief. "How the hell can you be so damn judgmental? You don't know me at all either. You know me from my reputation, but that's only one aspect of me. Maybe I've just never found THAT girl, the one to love, did you ever think of that?"
Rory sneers at Tristan, tears still in her eyes, which gives her a slightly funny look to her, but then a somewhat hostile tone comes into her voice. "Your reputation is based on how others see you." She says mockingly, repeating something Tristan had once said in a debate in English class.
"Don't you think people can fall for each other at a second glance? I saw you once, and I saw you as a conquest. Someone to be owned. I saw you again, in a different light, when you refused, and eventually began loving you. Maybe it was a silly infatuation then. But then when I kissed you, I knew it was love, or something like it. I had fallen deep Rory. I've kissed lots of girls, believe me, and that's the first time I've ever felt something like that! Don't even tell me you didn't feel anything for me when we kissed! The feelings there could not have been one sided!" Tristan says pleadingly.
"I won't deny, that, I felt something...but I shouldn't have! I have a boyfriend, who I know loves me, and won't ever leave me." Rory lifts her chin up defiantly, her eyes still red-rimmed, but no longer tearing up.
"Yes, we've established that he loves you, but the real question is, do you love him?"—Rory starts to answer—"No don't answer yet. I think Dean's holding you back. Granted, you want to be held back, but nonetheless, you're being held back. He's stifling you. Being with him and him only doesn't let you explore your feelings with other people, like me. And I think the only reason that you're with him at all is because you're scared. Scared of being with other people. He's like your goddamned security blanket. "
Rory shakes her head violently in frustration. "I am NOT being stifled! Did it ever occur to you that we are all not like you Tristan, jumping from girl to girl? And that maybe I actually like being with the one same person for a long time?"
"Or maybe you're afraid of ending up alone. Maybe you don't think anything between us could possibly work and you're too scared to give us a chance. In that case, then the fault is purely on you, and you could be missing out on what could be the greatest thing in your life." Tristan curls his lip in disgust and starts trudging into the house. Rory just stares after him, pondering over what he said.
***
Paris rushes up to the stage . "You!" She points at the guy playing the Duke, Rob, who is lounging on the seats in the audience. "Do something...I want to see everyone in here making themselves useful, whether it's rehearsing, or painting sets, just be busy or I will hurt you!"
There were good-natured groans of "You're a slave driver Paris!" here and there, and people reluctantly got up to start working.
Rory and Tristan hadn't really talked to each other since Tristan had left her standing there on his yard, except for rehearsals and pleasantries. Oh, they had had to kiss many times since them, but all of them had been forced, cold kisses that had no warmth or passion. Rory was still stuck in her relationship with Dean, and wondering why she still was. Tristan had his usual horde of girls, but all his actions seemed halh-hearted.
"Hey Rory!" Paris calls out, and Rory turns and looks at her, waiting for the rest of what Pairs had to say. "Run through the 'Come What May' scene with Tristan, he's having a hard time with it."
"But Paris!" Rory starts to protest, "We've run through that scene like three hundred times, I really don't want to do it again!"
Paris gets real close to Rory and grabs her arm. "Run through the scene again, Rory." She says through gritted teeth. Rory nods, and heads up to the stage, where Tristan already is, and they go to their marks.
"Should we start?" Tristan asks Paris. She nods, curtly, and they begin.
Tristan is sitting at his "desk" where there's a typewriter, and he's just staring into space. Rory is on the bed on the stage, staring at Tristan, a sad look on her face.
"Where were you last night?" Christian asks, hurt.
"I told you, I was sick." Satine says quietly.
Christian walks over to where Satine is and grabs her hands
"You don't have to lie to me." Christian says melancholy. Satine pauses and then says suddenly,
"We have to end it! Everyone knows. Harold knows. And sooner or later the Duke will find out. On opening night, I have to sleep with the Duke. The jealousy will drive you mad."
Satine gets up and walks over to the "window" on the stage, Christian follows her
"I'll write a song, and we'll put it in the show! And whenever we sing it, or hum it, we'll know that we love one another. I won't get jealous." Christian says urgently. Satine gazed at him, her eyes pleading him to understand.
"Things just don't work that way. We have to end it." She says, her voice wavering.
Christian holds her close and starts to sing, unsure at first, but gradually getting stronger. "Never knew I could feel like this. Like I've never seen the sky before. Want to vanish inside your kiss, every day I love you more and more."
"Listen to my heart, can you hear it sings, telling me to give you everything! Seasons may change, winter to spring, but I love you, until the end of time."
As he sings, everyone in the audience is looking at him in awe. Sure, they've heard him sing before, but this time, they could tell that it wasn't just Christian singing anymore. Over the span of a few moths, they've seen Tristan go from womanizing playboy to gentle loving Tristan, and they're all amazed that one girl can change a person like that.
"Come what may! Come what may! I will love you," He smiles at Satine, "until my dying day."
Satine is suddenly Rory, and she seems to be having trouble breathing. She chokes out a sob and glances at Paris. And then she steadies herself and gazes into Tristan's eyes. And finds herself lost in the deep, enchanting blue.
"Suddenly the world, seemed such a perfect place." She sings softly near his ear, just so he can hear. "Suddenly it moves with such perfect grace."—Paris yells for her to be louder, but she is too wrapped up into Tristan—" Suddenly my life doesn't seem such a waste." Rory reaches up and places one hand on his cheek lovingly. "It all revolves around you."
"And there's no mountain too high or river too wide!"—Rory pulls away from Tristan and sings in loud intervals—"Sing out this song and I'll be there by your side!"
Rory sings quietly again, to a shell-shocked Tristan. "Storm clouds may gather, and stars may collide. But," Rory gazes meaningfully into his eyes to let him know this is all her and not Satine, "But I love you, until the end of time!"
Tristan allows his lips to curve up into a heart breaking smile, and he opens his mouth to sing along with her.
"Come what may! Come what may! I will love you, until my dy-ing day!" They cling to each other as they sing, as if they don't ever want to let go.
At this point, Tristan is supposed to give Rory a kiss, so he does. Not a mind-blowing, knee weakening one like the other two, but a soft, gentle kiss; a simple kiss, yet filled with a passion all of it's own, a passion that Rory is lacking with Dean. And both are reluctant to end it, but eventually they do.
They hear applause, and they remember that they had an audience. Rory becomes extremely embarrassed, but Tristan gives her a reassuring look, telling her with his eyes that only he knew that it was beyond acting. They walk off the stage, and Rory beckons Tristan to come over near her so they can talk.
"I'm going to end things with Dean tonight." Rory says quietly. Tristan just waits for her to continue.
"I just,"--her voice catches—" what we have is so, I don't know, it's confusing. I want to take things slow, I want to discover what exactly my feelings for you are."
"You're infuriating! How can it be that whenever we argue or when you make a smart ass comment I get so angry, but then, when we kiss, I forget about everything and everyone? It's one of those situations that I thought only happened in stupid, cliched love movies." Rory continues on, almost sadly. Tristan still just stands there silently, absorbing what she said, and giving himself time to think about what to say to her.
"Well? What do you think about all this? You've been oddly silent throughout the whole thing." Rory looks at him expectantly and Tristan gathers up courage.
"I think you're making the right choice, by breaking up with bag-boy, sorry, Dean. But then, you knew I would say that. Bet you weren't expecting me to say this. I don't want to be with you, not until you've figured out what you're really feeling. Because I remember last time, when you had just broken up with Dean, and I remember how hurt and utterly alone I had felt afterwards, and I would never want to go through a pain like that again. And also I want you to take some time alone and figure out if you really like me, or if I was just somebody who wasn't Dean. I'm hoping that wasn't the case, but hey, you never know. So, until you sort out your feelings about everything, I don't want to be with you."
Rory looks up at him, shocked. She had expected to Tristan to jump right into her arms. But she does understand, and is a little hurt, but she knows he's right.
"Okay....but when will we know when we can be a 'we'?" Rory asks him.
Tristan smiles at her thoughtfully. "Believe me, we'll know."
***
Well, end of Part 3! This chapter was shorter than the others, and there's a reason for that....just give me a second to think of that reason. And although it looks like a happy Trory end is near, don't be fooled by appearance...don't worry, Trory happiness will be at the end, I think, but not after some of that good ol' angst that we're so fond of. Don't expect Part 4 anytime really soon, unless I get a sudden inspiration, which most likely won't happen. Oh, and for the most part I've decided to abandon my other fic, 'All you Need is Love', until this fic is finished. Okay, whew, that was a lot of writing. Don't forget to review!
Authors Note: Well, here it is, Part 3! I was having trouble with this chapter(see definition of writers block) and how to write it, and had to revise it many times, but I generally like it and would appreciate if you told me what you thought. Thanks! :)
Chapter Three: Sing Out this Song....
Rory sprints down the stairs rapidly. She is halfway to her car when she hears Tristan call out her name.
"Rory! Wait!"
She stops and turns around. There are angry tears running down her face, and she makes no move to brush them away.
"You can't love me! You don't know what real love is! A couple of lousy kisses does not instigate love!" Rory shouts at him.
Tristan catches up to her and looks down at his shoes. "So you heard what I said to Paris, huh?"
"Yeah...How can you love me? You're incapable of love, just ask the dozens of girls you've gone out with. And you don't know me at all. So...how can you love me?
Tristan gazes at Rory in disbelief. "How the hell can you be so damn judgmental? You don't know me at all either. You know me from my reputation, but that's only one aspect of me. Maybe I've just never found THAT girl, the one to love, did you ever think of that?"
Rory sneers at Tristan, tears still in her eyes, which gives her a slightly funny look to her, but then a somewhat hostile tone comes into her voice. "Your reputation is based on how others see you." She says mockingly, repeating something Tristan had once said in a debate in English class.
"Don't you think people can fall for each other at a second glance? I saw you once, and I saw you as a conquest. Someone to be owned. I saw you again, in a different light, when you refused, and eventually began loving you. Maybe it was a silly infatuation then. But then when I kissed you, I knew it was love, or something like it. I had fallen deep Rory. I've kissed lots of girls, believe me, and that's the first time I've ever felt something like that! Don't even tell me you didn't feel anything for me when we kissed! The feelings there could not have been one sided!" Tristan says pleadingly.
"I won't deny, that, I felt something...but I shouldn't have! I have a boyfriend, who I know loves me, and won't ever leave me." Rory lifts her chin up defiantly, her eyes still red-rimmed, but no longer tearing up.
"Yes, we've established that he loves you, but the real question is, do you love him?"—Rory starts to answer—"No don't answer yet. I think Dean's holding you back. Granted, you want to be held back, but nonetheless, you're being held back. He's stifling you. Being with him and him only doesn't let you explore your feelings with other people, like me. And I think the only reason that you're with him at all is because you're scared. Scared of being with other people. He's like your goddamned security blanket. "
Rory shakes her head violently in frustration. "I am NOT being stifled! Did it ever occur to you that we are all not like you Tristan, jumping from girl to girl? And that maybe I actually like being with the one same person for a long time?"
"Or maybe you're afraid of ending up alone. Maybe you don't think anything between us could possibly work and you're too scared to give us a chance. In that case, then the fault is purely on you, and you could be missing out on what could be the greatest thing in your life." Tristan curls his lip in disgust and starts trudging into the house. Rory just stares after him, pondering over what he said.
***
Paris rushes up to the stage . "You!" She points at the guy playing the Duke, Rob, who is lounging on the seats in the audience. "Do something...I want to see everyone in here making themselves useful, whether it's rehearsing, or painting sets, just be busy or I will hurt you!"
There were good-natured groans of "You're a slave driver Paris!" here and there, and people reluctantly got up to start working.
Rory and Tristan hadn't really talked to each other since Tristan had left her standing there on his yard, except for rehearsals and pleasantries. Oh, they had had to kiss many times since them, but all of them had been forced, cold kisses that had no warmth or passion. Rory was still stuck in her relationship with Dean, and wondering why she still was. Tristan had his usual horde of girls, but all his actions seemed halh-hearted.
"Hey Rory!" Paris calls out, and Rory turns and looks at her, waiting for the rest of what Pairs had to say. "Run through the 'Come What May' scene with Tristan, he's having a hard time with it."
"But Paris!" Rory starts to protest, "We've run through that scene like three hundred times, I really don't want to do it again!"
Paris gets real close to Rory and grabs her arm. "Run through the scene again, Rory." She says through gritted teeth. Rory nods, and heads up to the stage, where Tristan already is, and they go to their marks.
"Should we start?" Tristan asks Paris. She nods, curtly, and they begin.
Tristan is sitting at his "desk" where there's a typewriter, and he's just staring into space. Rory is on the bed on the stage, staring at Tristan, a sad look on her face.
"Where were you last night?" Christian asks, hurt.
"I told you, I was sick." Satine says quietly.
Christian walks over to where Satine is and grabs her hands
"You don't have to lie to me." Christian says melancholy. Satine pauses and then says suddenly,
"We have to end it! Everyone knows. Harold knows. And sooner or later the Duke will find out. On opening night, I have to sleep with the Duke. The jealousy will drive you mad."
Satine gets up and walks over to the "window" on the stage, Christian follows her
"I'll write a song, and we'll put it in the show! And whenever we sing it, or hum it, we'll know that we love one another. I won't get jealous." Christian says urgently. Satine gazed at him, her eyes pleading him to understand.
"Things just don't work that way. We have to end it." She says, her voice wavering.
Christian holds her close and starts to sing, unsure at first, but gradually getting stronger. "Never knew I could feel like this. Like I've never seen the sky before. Want to vanish inside your kiss, every day I love you more and more."
"Listen to my heart, can you hear it sings, telling me to give you everything! Seasons may change, winter to spring, but I love you, until the end of time."
As he sings, everyone in the audience is looking at him in awe. Sure, they've heard him sing before, but this time, they could tell that it wasn't just Christian singing anymore. Over the span of a few moths, they've seen Tristan go from womanizing playboy to gentle loving Tristan, and they're all amazed that one girl can change a person like that.
"Come what may! Come what may! I will love you," He smiles at Satine, "until my dying day."
Satine is suddenly Rory, and she seems to be having trouble breathing. She chokes out a sob and glances at Paris. And then she steadies herself and gazes into Tristan's eyes. And finds herself lost in the deep, enchanting blue.
"Suddenly the world, seemed such a perfect place." She sings softly near his ear, just so he can hear. "Suddenly it moves with such perfect grace."—Paris yells for her to be louder, but she is too wrapped up into Tristan—" Suddenly my life doesn't seem such a waste." Rory reaches up and places one hand on his cheek lovingly. "It all revolves around you."
"And there's no mountain too high or river too wide!"—Rory pulls away from Tristan and sings in loud intervals—"Sing out this song and I'll be there by your side!"
Rory sings quietly again, to a shell-shocked Tristan. "Storm clouds may gather, and stars may collide. But," Rory gazes meaningfully into his eyes to let him know this is all her and not Satine, "But I love you, until the end of time!"
Tristan allows his lips to curve up into a heart breaking smile, and he opens his mouth to sing along with her.
"Come what may! Come what may! I will love you, until my dy-ing day!" They cling to each other as they sing, as if they don't ever want to let go.
At this point, Tristan is supposed to give Rory a kiss, so he does. Not a mind-blowing, knee weakening one like the other two, but a soft, gentle kiss; a simple kiss, yet filled with a passion all of it's own, a passion that Rory is lacking with Dean. And both are reluctant to end it, but eventually they do.
They hear applause, and they remember that they had an audience. Rory becomes extremely embarrassed, but Tristan gives her a reassuring look, telling her with his eyes that only he knew that it was beyond acting. They walk off the stage, and Rory beckons Tristan to come over near her so they can talk.
"I'm going to end things with Dean tonight." Rory says quietly. Tristan just waits for her to continue.
"I just,"--her voice catches—" what we have is so, I don't know, it's confusing. I want to take things slow, I want to discover what exactly my feelings for you are."
"You're infuriating! How can it be that whenever we argue or when you make a smart ass comment I get so angry, but then, when we kiss, I forget about everything and everyone? It's one of those situations that I thought only happened in stupid, cliched love movies." Rory continues on, almost sadly. Tristan still just stands there silently, absorbing what she said, and giving himself time to think about what to say to her.
"Well? What do you think about all this? You've been oddly silent throughout the whole thing." Rory looks at him expectantly and Tristan gathers up courage.
"I think you're making the right choice, by breaking up with bag-boy, sorry, Dean. But then, you knew I would say that. Bet you weren't expecting me to say this. I don't want to be with you, not until you've figured out what you're really feeling. Because I remember last time, when you had just broken up with Dean, and I remember how hurt and utterly alone I had felt afterwards, and I would never want to go through a pain like that again. And also I want you to take some time alone and figure out if you really like me, or if I was just somebody who wasn't Dean. I'm hoping that wasn't the case, but hey, you never know. So, until you sort out your feelings about everything, I don't want to be with you."
Rory looks up at him, shocked. She had expected to Tristan to jump right into her arms. But she does understand, and is a little hurt, but she knows he's right.
"Okay....but when will we know when we can be a 'we'?" Rory asks him.
Tristan smiles at her thoughtfully. "Believe me, we'll know."
***
Well, end of Part 3! This chapter was shorter than the others, and there's a reason for that....just give me a second to think of that reason. And although it looks like a happy Trory end is near, don't be fooled by appearance...don't worry, Trory happiness will be at the end, I think, but not after some of that good ol' angst that we're so fond of. Don't expect Part 4 anytime really soon, unless I get a sudden inspiration, which most likely won't happen. Oh, and for the most part I've decided to abandon my other fic, 'All you Need is Love', until this fic is finished. Okay, whew, that was a lot of writing. Don't forget to review!