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A/N: Thanks so much for all the
reviews. It just made me smile. Hope you enjoy this part, tell me what you
think. Thanks again, you all deserve your own Tristan clone.
Part Two
It was a voice that haunted her,
that cocky, annoying and somehow vulnerable voice. She could place it anywhere.
"Tristan?" she asked in disbelief.
At the sound of his name Tristan
whipped his head around to view the person who dared to disturb his solitude.
At the sight of her his eyes widened in shock, it was her. She stood
there with a same look of disbelief. Her chestnut hair was loosely tied back;
she wore a pair of denim capris and a red t-shirt with a small white heart in
the center. A pair of black sandals had fallen from her hands to the ground.
"Well do my eyes deceive me or is
that Rory Gilmore who just kicked sand at me?" he said trying to recover from
his shock. "What are you doing here?"
"Um, I'm here with my grandparents
and I went for a walk on the beach and I just lost in thought and—" she broke
off as she realized she was beginning to babble. She felt herself flushing and
decided to blame it on the heat instead of the person in front of her.
"Oh and here I thought you were here
to see little 'ole me." He replied drolly. "Since you are on my private beach."
"Oh I'm sorry…" she said avoiding
his aqua colored eyes. She wouldn't raise her eyes from the sand.
He saw how uncomfortable she was and
began to feel bad. He sighed, "Don't worry about, Rory."
Rory looked up with a small smile.
And for the first time since she encountered him she looked at him, really
looked at him. He was as handsome as ever but he looked…tired, almost defeated,
but most of all hurt. He looked like a lost little boy.
"Enjoying the view?" Tristan asked
smirking.
She blushed again as she realized
she was staring. And then retorted, "Just looking for the 666 tattooed on your
forehead."
"Oh that, I had it removed. The
ladies didn't appreciate it, now a 69…" He said trailed off suggestively.
Rory rolled her eyes and picked up
her sandals. Every time she thought she saw something good in him he had to
make one of those comments.
"I better get going." She said
staring at the ocean with the setting sun. She turned and began walking away,
but then suddenly stopped and turned back to him. "Tristan, what I said. What I
said that day…"
"Yeah I remember." He said bitterly.
"I didn't mean it. I'm sorry. I
should have never said it."
He regarded the words quietly and
nodded and she started to walk away again.
"Rory, wait!" he called out and as
she stopped he briefly wondered if he was about to make a huge mistake, "Do you
think we could start over? Try being friends again?"
A smile broke out on Rory's face,
"I'd like that Mr. DuGrey."
Tristan grinned back, "Want to meet
here tomorrow to hang out? Around 12ish?"
"Sounds great." Rory replied. "See
you tomorrow!" she called as she walked off in the opposite direction.
Tristan
watched her walk away until she was just a speck in the distance. For the first
time since the end of May he was looking forward to something. After Rory had
said that she hated him he had just shut down. Nothing mattered anyone. He just
went through the motions. Now he was being given a second chance and he wasn't
going to screw it up.
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