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Pairing: Rory and Tristan
Summary: Tristan and Rory look back on a love lost and a friendship severed only to wonder where they went wrong.
Feedback: Please read and review, it means more to me than anyone knows. I won't push too much for it, but one little comment can make my entire day!
Author's note: this isn't very a long chapter, but it's certainly eventful, it's sets the scene for the rest of the fic! Sorry I've been gone so long!
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"Another surprise. Our Tristan, a bookworm. So you know of him?" she turned to look at him, with an expression of genuine interest.
Tristan turned serious "Yep. I'm full of surprises. You, of all people, should know that, Rory," he said as he held her face in his hands and brushed the soft pad of his thumb across her cheek.
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She searched his eyes for any subtle hints of playfulness, but none were found. His attention darted between her mouth and her shining blue orbs as she bit her bottom lip in thought. Having finally made her decision, Rory shrugged his hand away from her cheek and turned her head to stare in the distance.
" Tristan, why do you have to do this all the time?" She asked, her tone sincere, and her gaze focused on a tree across the street. She turned to face him. " I never know what to think. I mean one minute it's Zach in 'She's all that' and the next you're Tuck. How am I supposed to figure you out?" She paused for a split-second before continuing. " Maybe I'm not supposed to, but you're so frustrating that I can't help but try. I mean, just when I think that you HAVE to be exactly what you seem, no more and no less, I remember that you're smarter than that. I know you better than that. Well, not really, but I know you're smarter. And then that makes me wonder why you do all these stupid things. So just tell me, what's been going on with you lately? Are you going through something, or is this all there is to the 'great Tristan DuGrey'?" She finished, slightly winded and awaiting an honest answer.
Tristan, dumbfounded by her sudden outburst, switched his gaze to his shoes as he tried to answer her. " Nothing. Nothing's 'going on'." He answered softly and uncertainly. As if suddenly remembering something, his jaw tensed and his tone became defensive. He looked up to meet her stare. " What's it matter to you, anyway?" With each passing word, his voice grew more and more angered. "You're so wrapped up in your perfect life that you're too blind to see what's right in front of you. You know what? I can't do this anymore."
Her brow furrowed in confusion as she tried to process what he'd said.
Tristan stood up and let out a sigh of frustration. He looked down at her with a slight shake of his head. " Forget it. I'm tired of waiting for you to figure it out."
With that, he walked away, leaving behind a bewildered and confused Rory. She contemplated running after him. He owed her an explanation, but she ultimately decided against it. She sat silently as the stars-hollow bus jerked to a halt in front of her. She climbed the stairs and took a seat by the window as the engine revved and the bus left the stop.
Pairing: Rory and Tristan
Summary: Tristan and Rory look back on a love lost and a friendship severed only to wonder where they went wrong.
Feedback: Please read and review, it means more to me than anyone knows. I won't push too much for it, but one little comment can make my entire day!
Author's note: this isn't very a long chapter, but it's certainly eventful, it's sets the scene for the rest of the fic! Sorry I've been gone so long!
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"Another surprise. Our Tristan, a bookworm. So you know of him?" she turned to look at him, with an expression of genuine interest.
Tristan turned serious "Yep. I'm full of surprises. You, of all people, should know that, Rory," he said as he held her face in his hands and brushed the soft pad of his thumb across her cheek.
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She searched his eyes for any subtle hints of playfulness, but none were found. His attention darted between her mouth and her shining blue orbs as she bit her bottom lip in thought. Having finally made her decision, Rory shrugged his hand away from her cheek and turned her head to stare in the distance.
" Tristan, why do you have to do this all the time?" She asked, her tone sincere, and her gaze focused on a tree across the street. She turned to face him. " I never know what to think. I mean one minute it's Zach in 'She's all that' and the next you're Tuck. How am I supposed to figure you out?" She paused for a split-second before continuing. " Maybe I'm not supposed to, but you're so frustrating that I can't help but try. I mean, just when I think that you HAVE to be exactly what you seem, no more and no less, I remember that you're smarter than that. I know you better than that. Well, not really, but I know you're smarter. And then that makes me wonder why you do all these stupid things. So just tell me, what's been going on with you lately? Are you going through something, or is this all there is to the 'great Tristan DuGrey'?" She finished, slightly winded and awaiting an honest answer.
Tristan, dumbfounded by her sudden outburst, switched his gaze to his shoes as he tried to answer her. " Nothing. Nothing's 'going on'." He answered softly and uncertainly. As if suddenly remembering something, his jaw tensed and his tone became defensive. He looked up to meet her stare. " What's it matter to you, anyway?" With each passing word, his voice grew more and more angered. "You're so wrapped up in your perfect life that you're too blind to see what's right in front of you. You know what? I can't do this anymore."
Her brow furrowed in confusion as she tried to process what he'd said.
Tristan stood up and let out a sigh of frustration. He looked down at her with a slight shake of his head. " Forget it. I'm tired of waiting for you to figure it out."
With that, he walked away, leaving behind a bewildered and confused Rory. She contemplated running after him. He owed her an explanation, but she ultimately decided against it. She sat silently as the stars-hollow bus jerked to a halt in front of her. She climbed the stairs and took a seat by the window as the engine revved and the bus left the stop.