Disclaimer: Not mine but I'm trying

Disclaimer: Not mine but I'm trying.

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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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