Title:  A single rose can be my garden, a single friend, my world

Chapter Five

Rating:  PG

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 still don't own Third Day or its songs.

Post date:  5th October, 2002

A/N:  Hey everyone! Sorry it's been soooo long since my last update. Or it seems like it has anyway. As always feedback to my writing is appreciated. I'm gonna make a rule this time though. I won't post the next chap until I have at least seven reviews for seven reviews for the previous one, alright? Sevens my lucky number so I hope this works.

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Rory awoke to the crisp morning air.

A smile played on her lips.

She couldn't pinpoint it, but something about this moment in time was just so perfect.

It was so early, and just being here be herself, enjoying life as the birds twittered and sang, it was just so…perfect.

Why was she out here anyway?

And why was the earth damp?

Getting up to clear her head, she took in her surroundings and then remembered.

Tristan's party.

"Freak weather," She commented to no one in particular.

"Yeah. Since when does it rain at the beginning of Summer holidays?" A voice behind her commented sleepily.

Whirling around, Rory saw that she wasn't alone.

Tristan was sitting up, rubbing his eyes and trying to work out what the hell happened.

Why did he wake up under the beautiful green foliage of the miniature forest outside his house?

And what was Rory doing here?

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

The words haunted his mind as he realised what had gone on the night before.

He had cried.

In the presence of another.

A girl no less.

But for some reason, Tristan was at ease with that.

But what was he crying about?

Tristan's face fell as he remembered the fight.

But his thoughts were interrupted by Rory's voice.

"Hey, Tris? Do you know if we can get some coffee anywhere around here?" She asked, smiling angelically.

"Rory, we're not in the middle of nowhere, you know. We're only about a hundred metres from my kitchen door, which happens to have a coffee maker."

"Ohhh! Let's go!" Rory squealed.

So the pair of them slowly set off across the plush green lawn, both wrapped up in their own thoughts until…

Rory slipped her hand into Tristan's, trying to tell him silently that she was here for him when he wanted to talk.

He got the message and squeezed her hand slightly, mumbling a thanks just before they reached the kitchen.

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Whoa, major filler chapter. I have writers block for this story, so I'm gonna leave it alone for a while. If any of you have any plot ideas, please email me – watching_angels_fly@hotmail.com – Thanks!

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A friend is one who reaches for your hand and touches your heart.

Author Unknown