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Part Three
Tristan sat on his towel facing the
waves trying to look nonchalant as Rory approached him. He was slightly
surprised she showed, given their history. It made a smile break out on his
handsome face as she sat down beside him.
"Hey!" he said greeting her as she
spread out her striped beach towel and dropped her large straw bag next to the
towel.
"Hi!" she said as she sat down on
the towel shucking off her sandals.
Tristan was just wearing his royal
blue swimming trunks and a pair of designer sunglasses, and his trademark grin
of course. He glanced over at Rory who was still wearing a pair of jean shorts
and white tank top with her long hair pulled back in a ponytail and her crystal
blue eyes hidden beneath sunglasses.
"If you want to get a tan you're
going to have to lose the clothes, Ror." He remarked as she pulled out a bottle
of sun block from her bag.
She glared and impishly stuck out
her tongue at him. "I know that." She slid off her shorts and shirt revealing a
teal one piece beneath and began applying sunscreen.
"Need some help with that?" he asked
with a leer.
"DuGrey, don't push it." She shot
back.
"Okay, okay." He said holding his
hands up.
They lay there on their towels
sunbathing in a comfortable silence, until Tristan felt sand landing against
his back. He looked up lazily and saw Rory standing over him kicking sand onto
his bare back with a big smile.
"What?"
"I want to go swimming." She stated
looking at him expectantly.
"So…go swimming." He said as he lay
back down.
"Ugh! Get up. You're not supposed to
go swimming by yourself. It's a rule."
Tristan once again looked up
disgruntled. "God forbid I make you break any sacred beach rules." He rose from
his towel and they both headed to the ocean.
As they reached the shoreline Rory
placed her toes in the water.
"It's cold." She said sounding perplexed.
"You drag me to go swimming and then
you don't want to go in cause the waters cold. Cause imagine the Atlantic ocean
water being cold in July." He said sarcastically. "There's only one way to
solve this problem."
"Which would be?" Rory asked impatiently.
"This." With that word Tristan
picked Rory up and began to wade into the ocean.
"Put me down! Tristan DuGrey put me
down this instant." She screamed.
He began to lower her to the ocean,
"If that's what you want…"
"No! Yes! Damnit Tristan." She
yelled.
"Wow Miss Gilmore can swear." He
laughed relishing the feeling of her in his arms.
Rory blushed as she kicked and tried
to ignore the fact that being in his arms felt…it just felt right, natural.
They were in about waist deep now.
"Ready to go swimming?" he asked as he dropped her in.
The shock of the cold salt water hit
Rory full force as she went under. She came up sputtering and mad. But as the
saying goes, 'girls don't get mad, they get even.' Tristan was laughing so hard
he didn't notice that Rory had dove back under the water.
Suddenly he felt something tug at
his legs, and the next thing he knew he was pulled beneath the water. That
began a water battle between the two. They splashed and dunked each other in
the ocean water laughing and shouting.
As Rory stood there gasping for air
from the laughing fit she felt something brush against her ankle. She screamed
and jumped on Tristan winding her arms around his neck and he lifted her legs
out of the water.
"What's wrong?" he asked fearfully
as her head was buried in his neck.
"Something brushed against my leg.
It was a jellyfish, I know it was. I HATE jellyfish." She muttered.
Tristan looked down and saw that she
was really afraid of this and thought it was best not to tease her. "Aw honey,
it's alright. There's no jellyfish here. The water's too cold."
"Are you sure?" she asked
suspiciously still not lifting her head.
"Yes." He said with confidence.
Rory lifted her head and peered up
at him, she was barely inches away from his face. She looked in his brilliant
blue eyes and noticed the salt drops clinging to his eyelashes, which she noted
were too long to belong to a boy. It wasn't fair. Then her gaze landed on his
lips and it felt like the world was spinning. She remembered that kiss. As hard
as she tried to forget it, she couldn't forget it or the way it made her feel.
During this Tristan kept absolutely
still. He saw her studying him with such intensity and he returned the favor.
The urge to kiss her was overwhelming but he fought it remembering what
happened last time.
A wave crashed on them breaking the
spell.
"We should head back to the towels."
Tristan said quietly.
Rory nodded and tried to ignore all
the feelings that had come rushing back to her. She tried to ignore them, but
it wasn't working.
And
they tromped back to the sand in an awkward silence.
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