Title: A single rose can be my garden, a single friend, my world
Chapter Four
Rating: PG (precautionary, for language. This may change)
Disclaimer: Amy Sherman Palladino still owns Gilmore Girls, so don't sue! Also, the title of this story is written by Leo Buscaglia. And no, I don't own Third Day or it's songs.
Post date: 29th September, 2002
A/N: Hey! I wasn't quite sure where to go in this, so I brought in a factor I wasn't planning to bring in for a while, but that's ok. Please give me your feedback so I know what to improve on. Ta! ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
The party numbers had dwindled as the night went on. Most people had moved on to bigger, better parties where everyone got drunk and the pool ended up with about thirty different people's vomit in it.
Rory couldn't see how people got so excited over those kind of parties and had instead decided to stay at Tristan's, where the twenty or so remaining guests (mostly couples) were either slow dancing or had found a comfy place in the bushes.
Looking around at the remaining few, Rory was surprised to see that Tristan wasn't there.
Worried about him, she glanced around the grounds to see if he was in sight.
Her first glance told her nothing, but upon taking a second look, Rory spotted a male figure slumped in a chair swing on the outskirts of the forest.
Grabbing two bottles of Pepsi, Rory walked over to the figure, who had his back to her.
"Hey," Rory said softly.
The figure jumped at the sound of her voice. He thought she'd left along with everyone else.
Rory sat down next to him on the swing.
When she glanced over at him, his face was blotched and red: he had been crying.
Tristan DuGrey crying? If Rory had been told that yesterday, she would have laughed her head off.
But today.today was a new day.
Today Rory had been given an insight to a different side of Tristan - a side Rory felt he never showed anyone else.
A light mist began to fall.
Third day came over the speakers.
Rory flung her arms around him and just held him there.
When the rain comes it seems that everyone has gone away
When the night falls you wonder if you shouldn't find someplace
To run and hide
Escape the pain
But hiding's such a lonely thing to do
I can't stop the rain
From falling down on you again
I can't stop the rain
But I will hold you 'til it goes away
When the rain comes you blame it on the things that you have done
When the storm fades you know that rain must fall on everyone
So rest awhile
It'll be all right
No one loves you like I do
I can't stop the rain
From falling down on you again
I can't stop the rain
But I will hold you
I can't stop the rain
From falling down on you again
I can't stop the rain
But I will hold you 'til it goes away
When the rain comes I will hold you
He seemed so sad, so desolate.
So lonely.
All he needed was a friend.
~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~Tristan's P.O.V~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~
I jumped when I heard her voice.
I didn't want anybody to see me like this. Especially not her. After all, she was the one who made me cry so.
(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)Flashback (earlier that evening) (*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)
"Tristan! What is that 'girl' doing wearing Jeanie's dress?! Tristan's mother screamed.
"She's not just any girl, mom! She's Rory Gilmore. She didn't have anything to wear, so I lent her a dress. Jeannie wouldn't mind!" Tristan was trying very hard to remain calm and rational, but it wasn't working.
"How can you talk about her as if.as if she's still here?!" his mother became hysterical and broke down crying.
"Just because you guys locked her away in an institute doesn't mean she doesn't exist! She's still here, and she wants to come home! Don't you get it?! I'm the only one who cares! I'm the only one who visits her! I'm the only one who gives a damn!!" A single tear rolled down Tristan's cheek. This had gone on long enough.
Tristan's dad walked over and placed a protective arm around his wife.
"You have no right to speak to your mother like that! You're lucky you're lucky you're here instead of still in North Carolina. You should be grateful we let you out." He spat at Tristan.
"Yes. Exactly. You let me out. But why can't you let her out? I made a mistake and I paid for it. And I was allowed to come back! She made a mistake and she knows it! She's done her time! Why can't you let her out? Why can't you accept her?! Why did you have to make an example out of her!? She made one mistake, and you can't forgive her. I hate you! I hate you both!" Tristan yelled, storming out of the house.
(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)End Flashback(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)
More tears rolled down Tristan's face as he remembered that event.
He was so glad Rory was here with him.
She didn't ask any questions.
She knew she couldn't help.
She knew she couldn't stop the hurt, no matter how much she wanted to.
She knew that all she could do was hold him until it all went away.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* "A friend is someone who knows the song in your heart and can sing it back to you when you've forgotten the words." Author Unknown
Chapter Four
Rating: PG (precautionary, for language. This may change)
Disclaimer: Amy Sherman Palladino still owns Gilmore Girls, so don't sue! Also, the title of this story is written by Leo Buscaglia. And no, I don't own Third Day or it's songs.
Post date: 29th September, 2002
A/N: Hey! I wasn't quite sure where to go in this, so I brought in a factor I wasn't planning to bring in for a while, but that's ok. Please give me your feedback so I know what to improve on. Ta! ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
The party numbers had dwindled as the night went on. Most people had moved on to bigger, better parties where everyone got drunk and the pool ended up with about thirty different people's vomit in it.
Rory couldn't see how people got so excited over those kind of parties and had instead decided to stay at Tristan's, where the twenty or so remaining guests (mostly couples) were either slow dancing or had found a comfy place in the bushes.
Looking around at the remaining few, Rory was surprised to see that Tristan wasn't there.
Worried about him, she glanced around the grounds to see if he was in sight.
Her first glance told her nothing, but upon taking a second look, Rory spotted a male figure slumped in a chair swing on the outskirts of the forest.
Grabbing two bottles of Pepsi, Rory walked over to the figure, who had his back to her.
"Hey," Rory said softly.
The figure jumped at the sound of her voice. He thought she'd left along with everyone else.
Rory sat down next to him on the swing.
When she glanced over at him, his face was blotched and red: he had been crying.
Tristan DuGrey crying? If Rory had been told that yesterday, she would have laughed her head off.
But today.today was a new day.
Today Rory had been given an insight to a different side of Tristan - a side Rory felt he never showed anyone else.
A light mist began to fall.
Third day came over the speakers.
Rory flung her arms around him and just held him there.
When the rain comes it seems that everyone has gone away
When the night falls you wonder if you shouldn't find someplace
To run and hide
Escape the pain
But hiding's such a lonely thing to do
I can't stop the rain
From falling down on you again
I can't stop the rain
But I will hold you 'til it goes away
When the rain comes you blame it on the things that you have done
When the storm fades you know that rain must fall on everyone
So rest awhile
It'll be all right
No one loves you like I do
I can't stop the rain
From falling down on you again
I can't stop the rain
But I will hold you
I can't stop the rain
From falling down on you again
I can't stop the rain
But I will hold you 'til it goes away
When the rain comes I will hold you
He seemed so sad, so desolate.
So lonely.
All he needed was a friend.
~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~Tristan's P.O.V~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~
I jumped when I heard her voice.
I didn't want anybody to see me like this. Especially not her. After all, she was the one who made me cry so.
(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)Flashback (earlier that evening) (*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)
"Tristan! What is that 'girl' doing wearing Jeanie's dress?! Tristan's mother screamed.
"She's not just any girl, mom! She's Rory Gilmore. She didn't have anything to wear, so I lent her a dress. Jeannie wouldn't mind!" Tristan was trying very hard to remain calm and rational, but it wasn't working.
"How can you talk about her as if.as if she's still here?!" his mother became hysterical and broke down crying.
"Just because you guys locked her away in an institute doesn't mean she doesn't exist! She's still here, and she wants to come home! Don't you get it?! I'm the only one who cares! I'm the only one who visits her! I'm the only one who gives a damn!!" A single tear rolled down Tristan's cheek. This had gone on long enough.
Tristan's dad walked over and placed a protective arm around his wife.
"You have no right to speak to your mother like that! You're lucky you're lucky you're here instead of still in North Carolina. You should be grateful we let you out." He spat at Tristan.
"Yes. Exactly. You let me out. But why can't you let her out? I made a mistake and I paid for it. And I was allowed to come back! She made a mistake and she knows it! She's done her time! Why can't you let her out? Why can't you accept her?! Why did you have to make an example out of her!? She made one mistake, and you can't forgive her. I hate you! I hate you both!" Tristan yelled, storming out of the house.
(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)End Flashback(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)
More tears rolled down Tristan's face as he remembered that event.
He was so glad Rory was here with him.
She didn't ask any questions.
She knew she couldn't help.
She knew she couldn't stop the hurt, no matter how much she wanted to.
She knew that all she could do was hold him until it all went away.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* "A friend is someone who knows the song in your heart and can sing it back to you when you've forgotten the words." Author Unknown
