Ok, this took forever and I'm really sorry, but I do hope you like it. It's
Tristans POV and I'm hoping to clean up all the fuss about Cookie, cos some
people said they were confused in the reviews - which reminds me, thanks SO
MUCH to everyone who reviewed. It made me dance in happiness. :) Please
review if you like this part!
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Tristan closed the door behind Rory many hours after she had arrived for
her visit. Once they had started talking - well, lunch turned into
afternoon tea, which turned into dinner, which turned into supper until it
was ten o'clock before she actually got going. He was psyched, it had been
amazing talking to her, and he hadn't missed the way her voice had seemed
and the look on her face when he told her that he and Cookie were no longer
married.
The truth was that he and Cookie had never really loved each other that way. She had fantastic connections and lots of money, much like him, and their parents were forever throwing them together with oh-so-subtle remarks like "you and Cookie might like to take a walk for awhile, it's beautiful out" and "your personalities mesh so well. We can't understand why you don't spend more time together?" They were both so tired of being thrown together, and the fact that neither of them seemed to be able to find the perfect person to be with, so they settled with each other.
Their personalities did mesh well, with her brisk, loud and slightly sadistic manner perfectly clicking with his laid back, smug and slightly sadistic manner. But they only ever really meshed as friends, and three years back they had decided that staying married was only rubbing the nerves raw and that if they stayed together they would hate each other, which was definitely something neither of them wanted, so they split. Cookie, the perfect mother, had the kids during the week while they stayed with Tristan on weekends, which the kids didn't mind because they lived so close together that if they really needed to go to their other home they could walk there in five minutes.
The phone rang and he picked it up, knowing without checking that it was Cookie, who called around this time every Sunday if they hadn't done the weekly check-up, and because she got bored when the kids went to bed and they were still good friends. "Hello Cookie."
"Hello Puppy, how were they this weekend?"
"Little angels, as always."
"So they broke another window?"
He laughed. He knew that he wasn't quite as good as keeping an eye on the three of them as Cookie, who baby-sat for ten other kids regularly, was, and things often ended up getting broken. "They only broke a few mugs."
"How many times have I told you to give them plastic cups instead of porcelain or glass?"
"But every time you start lecturing me about how to look after them it's like everything around me gets brighter and more interesting, and I have to pay more attention to the carpet. it's like, calling for me."
He could practically hear her raising her eyebrow at him, "Dickhead. How did your meeting with that lovely young woman I met today go? Have you managed to seduce her yet?"
"Could you keep your mind out of the gutter? I was merely catching up with an old school chum, nothing more."
"Yes, and I believe you. I could practically smell the sexual tension between you two. Tell me the story behind it. Did ya get it on? Was there a tumultuous relationship between you?"
"Neither. We were. well, kinda friends. I mean, she really didn't like me all that much."
"Let me take a guess, you wanted her, but she was the only girl in Chilton intelligent enough to turn you down?"
"Something like that."
"I knew it! Woo! Points for me! And I'll take another guess and say you were deliriously happy about the way she was looking at you this morning when you so gracefully entered the room in that amazing outfit that barely managed to cover the bits you should have been covering?"
"She wasn't even looking at me! She was looking at her feet."
"She wanted to jump you then and there; did you see how red she got? It was obvious to anyone with half a brain that she was not thinking chaste thoughts about you."
He thought he had imagined that look. The thought that she might have been attracted to him made him much happier than he should have been.
When he didn't say anything for awhile Cookie took it as an invitation to voice her opinions, not that she really needed an invitation, "So if she wants you, and you want her, as is so obvious to me, then you should do something about it. In my advice, don't dance around it with her, tell her you want her and let nature take its course."
He knew better than to try and argue his way out of admitting that he liked her, Cookie knew him too well for that and she'd get angry at fruitless arguing. "I tried the open approach in high school, and it did not go over well."
"Bull! You probably tried the 'I'm a rich boy and I get everything I want including gorgeous, sweet and intelligent girls who already have a boyfriend' approach. She did already have a boyfriend right?"
"Maybe."
"Maybe?"
"Ok yes, she had a boyfriend who was perfect for her."
"He isn't still in the picture is he?"
"No, no he's not."
"Well then you have to make a move, and an actual one that isn't revolting, like the moves you used to make on me when we were kids. I wasn't impressed by your wealth, and she probably won't be either."
"They are NOT that bad!"
"They are really real- I have to go, I think Viv just woke up. I'll finish this later."
"Bye."
"Cya."
The truth was that he and Cookie had never really loved each other that way. She had fantastic connections and lots of money, much like him, and their parents were forever throwing them together with oh-so-subtle remarks like "you and Cookie might like to take a walk for awhile, it's beautiful out" and "your personalities mesh so well. We can't understand why you don't spend more time together?" They were both so tired of being thrown together, and the fact that neither of them seemed to be able to find the perfect person to be with, so they settled with each other.
Their personalities did mesh well, with her brisk, loud and slightly sadistic manner perfectly clicking with his laid back, smug and slightly sadistic manner. But they only ever really meshed as friends, and three years back they had decided that staying married was only rubbing the nerves raw and that if they stayed together they would hate each other, which was definitely something neither of them wanted, so they split. Cookie, the perfect mother, had the kids during the week while they stayed with Tristan on weekends, which the kids didn't mind because they lived so close together that if they really needed to go to their other home they could walk there in five minutes.
The phone rang and he picked it up, knowing without checking that it was Cookie, who called around this time every Sunday if they hadn't done the weekly check-up, and because she got bored when the kids went to bed and they were still good friends. "Hello Cookie."
"Hello Puppy, how were they this weekend?"
"Little angels, as always."
"So they broke another window?"
He laughed. He knew that he wasn't quite as good as keeping an eye on the three of them as Cookie, who baby-sat for ten other kids regularly, was, and things often ended up getting broken. "They only broke a few mugs."
"How many times have I told you to give them plastic cups instead of porcelain or glass?"
"But every time you start lecturing me about how to look after them it's like everything around me gets brighter and more interesting, and I have to pay more attention to the carpet. it's like, calling for me."
He could practically hear her raising her eyebrow at him, "Dickhead. How did your meeting with that lovely young woman I met today go? Have you managed to seduce her yet?"
"Could you keep your mind out of the gutter? I was merely catching up with an old school chum, nothing more."
"Yes, and I believe you. I could practically smell the sexual tension between you two. Tell me the story behind it. Did ya get it on? Was there a tumultuous relationship between you?"
"Neither. We were. well, kinda friends. I mean, she really didn't like me all that much."
"Let me take a guess, you wanted her, but she was the only girl in Chilton intelligent enough to turn you down?"
"Something like that."
"I knew it! Woo! Points for me! And I'll take another guess and say you were deliriously happy about the way she was looking at you this morning when you so gracefully entered the room in that amazing outfit that barely managed to cover the bits you should have been covering?"
"She wasn't even looking at me! She was looking at her feet."
"She wanted to jump you then and there; did you see how red she got? It was obvious to anyone with half a brain that she was not thinking chaste thoughts about you."
He thought he had imagined that look. The thought that she might have been attracted to him made him much happier than he should have been.
When he didn't say anything for awhile Cookie took it as an invitation to voice her opinions, not that she really needed an invitation, "So if she wants you, and you want her, as is so obvious to me, then you should do something about it. In my advice, don't dance around it with her, tell her you want her and let nature take its course."
He knew better than to try and argue his way out of admitting that he liked her, Cookie knew him too well for that and she'd get angry at fruitless arguing. "I tried the open approach in high school, and it did not go over well."
"Bull! You probably tried the 'I'm a rich boy and I get everything I want including gorgeous, sweet and intelligent girls who already have a boyfriend' approach. She did already have a boyfriend right?"
"Maybe."
"Maybe?"
"Ok yes, she had a boyfriend who was perfect for her."
"He isn't still in the picture is he?"
"No, no he's not."
"Well then you have to make a move, and an actual one that isn't revolting, like the moves you used to make on me when we were kids. I wasn't impressed by your wealth, and she probably won't be either."
"They are NOT that bad!"
"They are really real- I have to go, I think Viv just woke up. I'll finish this later."
"Bye."
"Cya."