Title: A single rose can be my garden, a single friend, my world
Chapter Two
Rating: PG (precautionary, for language. This may change)
Disclaimer: In the short space of time between my last update and now, I have become a millionaire and purchased Gilmore Girls and all of the characters! I immediately killed Dean off in a car accident and brought Tristan back to the show for good! Just, kidding, sorry for getting everyone's hopes up! Gilmore Girls does not belong to me. Amy Sherman Palladino still owns it, so please don't sue! Also, the title of this story is not from my creative brain, it is written by Leo Buscaglia, and I give all credits to him for the brilliance.
Post date: 27th September, 2002
A/N: Hey everyone! I got my book back! Damn you Mr. Baker, but I still won this round! I got it back a day early! He he he! Anyways, thanks for all your reviews everyone!! It's nice to know some people are reading my stories! Keep it up! ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
As Tristan walked into Starbucks, he glanced around furvitavely.
He wasn't sure if he was doing the right thing and quite frankly, he didn't like the fact that he wasn't in control of this situation.
Rory had called and he had just come like an obedient dog, and very unlike a DuGrey.
Running his hand through his hair, Tristan looked around more confidently and spotted Rory with her back to him, hunched over in a booth.
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Rory was reading quietly and sipping her extra large vanilla chocolate mocha when she felt it.
The page in front of her went out of focus and she lost track of time and space.
It was as though someone was reading her soul like a book and unveiling her deepest darkest secrets.
She could feel his eyes boring into the back of her head and she shivered involuntarily.
"Hey Mary," Tristan approached the booth and sat opposite her.
Rory shook her head. "You'll never stop calling me that, will you?"
"And take all the fun out of life? Never! Besides, what else am I supposed to call you?" Tristan said mockingly as his trademark smirk appeared playfully on his face.
He had missed this most, these bantering sessions, the look of concentration in her eyes as she thought of her witty comebacks.
"What about Rory? After all, it is my real name." Rory shot back, smiling.
"Since when do people call each other by their real names these days? I mean, come on Mary - Pink, Anastasia, Usher; the list goes on."
"Point taken. Alright, you can call me Mary, but I get to call you something different too." Rory suggested.
"And what would you like to call me, my dearest Mary?" Tristan asked in feigned innocence before once again reverting to his usual tone. "How about.King Tristan, dominator of all womankind and protector of the Virgin Mary?"
"I doubt it somehow." Rory scoffed (Tristan pouted). "But you can have some choice in it. Which do you like better, Devil boy or Bible boy?" Rory asked.
"You mean I can choose? Well, I don't know what to say, I mean, they're both so similar," Tristan put on a girly voice and then began to laugh.
"Devil boy it is then!" Rory squealed, faking excitement. "No, seriously, I think I'll just call you Tris for now." Rory smiled.
Tristan turned serious too. "So I guess we're friends now?" Tristan asked sincerely.
"You up for a movie night then, FRIEND?" Rory asked.
"Nah, sorry, I can't. My parents are throwing me a welcome home party to make sure I don't fall in with the 'bad' crowd again. You wanna come to that instead?" Tristan replied.
"Sure! What kind of a party?" Rory asked, wondering what to wear.
"Um, neat casual dress, I guess" Tristan replied unsurely.
"Okay, but I'll need your address."
"Oh, here you go," Tristan grabbed a serviette out of the holder and a fountain pen out of his pocket and wrote down the address.
*BEEP**BEEP* Tristan's pager went off in his pocket.
"Oh, sorry, I gotta run. Mummy calls and I must go." Tristan explained, grinning apologetically.
"Yeah, sure," Rory said, smiling weakly. She had wanted Tris to stay so she could get to know this new nicer Tristan better.
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Did you like it? Huh, huh?! Please review!
To the world you are someone, but to someone you are the world. Author unknown.
Chapter Two
Rating: PG (precautionary, for language. This may change)
Disclaimer: In the short space of time between my last update and now, I have become a millionaire and purchased Gilmore Girls and all of the characters! I immediately killed Dean off in a car accident and brought Tristan back to the show for good! Just, kidding, sorry for getting everyone's hopes up! Gilmore Girls does not belong to me. Amy Sherman Palladino still owns it, so please don't sue! Also, the title of this story is not from my creative brain, it is written by Leo Buscaglia, and I give all credits to him for the brilliance.
Post date: 27th September, 2002
A/N: Hey everyone! I got my book back! Damn you Mr. Baker, but I still won this round! I got it back a day early! He he he! Anyways, thanks for all your reviews everyone!! It's nice to know some people are reading my stories! Keep it up! ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
As Tristan walked into Starbucks, he glanced around furvitavely.
He wasn't sure if he was doing the right thing and quite frankly, he didn't like the fact that he wasn't in control of this situation.
Rory had called and he had just come like an obedient dog, and very unlike a DuGrey.
Running his hand through his hair, Tristan looked around more confidently and spotted Rory with her back to him, hunched over in a booth.
()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()() ()()()()()()()()()()()()()
Rory was reading quietly and sipping her extra large vanilla chocolate mocha when she felt it.
The page in front of her went out of focus and she lost track of time and space.
It was as though someone was reading her soul like a book and unveiling her deepest darkest secrets.
She could feel his eyes boring into the back of her head and she shivered involuntarily.
"Hey Mary," Tristan approached the booth and sat opposite her.
Rory shook her head. "You'll never stop calling me that, will you?"
"And take all the fun out of life? Never! Besides, what else am I supposed to call you?" Tristan said mockingly as his trademark smirk appeared playfully on his face.
He had missed this most, these bantering sessions, the look of concentration in her eyes as she thought of her witty comebacks.
"What about Rory? After all, it is my real name." Rory shot back, smiling.
"Since when do people call each other by their real names these days? I mean, come on Mary - Pink, Anastasia, Usher; the list goes on."
"Point taken. Alright, you can call me Mary, but I get to call you something different too." Rory suggested.
"And what would you like to call me, my dearest Mary?" Tristan asked in feigned innocence before once again reverting to his usual tone. "How about.King Tristan, dominator of all womankind and protector of the Virgin Mary?"
"I doubt it somehow." Rory scoffed (Tristan pouted). "But you can have some choice in it. Which do you like better, Devil boy or Bible boy?" Rory asked.
"You mean I can choose? Well, I don't know what to say, I mean, they're both so similar," Tristan put on a girly voice and then began to laugh.
"Devil boy it is then!" Rory squealed, faking excitement. "No, seriously, I think I'll just call you Tris for now." Rory smiled.
Tristan turned serious too. "So I guess we're friends now?" Tristan asked sincerely.
"You up for a movie night then, FRIEND?" Rory asked.
"Nah, sorry, I can't. My parents are throwing me a welcome home party to make sure I don't fall in with the 'bad' crowd again. You wanna come to that instead?" Tristan replied.
"Sure! What kind of a party?" Rory asked, wondering what to wear.
"Um, neat casual dress, I guess" Tristan replied unsurely.
"Okay, but I'll need your address."
"Oh, here you go," Tristan grabbed a serviette out of the holder and a fountain pen out of his pocket and wrote down the address.
*BEEP**BEEP* Tristan's pager went off in his pocket.
"Oh, sorry, I gotta run. Mummy calls and I must go." Tristan explained, grinning apologetically.
"Yeah, sure," Rory said, smiling weakly. She had wanted Tris to stay so she could get to know this new nicer Tristan better.
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Did you like it? Huh, huh?! Please review!
To the world you are someone, but to someone you are the world. Author unknown.
