AN: I didn't update a new chapter but I added to this one because it was
too short to have it's own.
"Where are we going?" Rory asked for the third time.
"It's a surprise." Tristan said once again. "You won't know until we get there so don't bother asking."
Rory gave a sigh of frustration and sat back in her seat. She pulled at the blind fold around her eyes, "Do I HAVE to wear this?"
"Yes."
"How come?"
"So you can't see where we are going?"
"Where ARE we going?"
"I'm not answering anymore of your questions."
"Hmph. Fine." Rory said.
For what seemed like hours (which was only really fifteen minutes) they drove in a comfortable silence until Tristan reached his destination.
He shut off the car, "Okay, we're here."
Rory grinned, "Yay!" She went to remove the blind fold but Tristan stopped her.
"Not yet!" He went around to the other side of the car and helped her out.
Rory stumbled along as Tristan led her through only God knows what. Rory sniffed the air, "I smell pine trees!"
Tristan chuckled, "Almost there."
Minutes later Tristan stopped Rory and took off her blind fold.
Rory gasped, they were in a clearing of wildflowers, the moonlight reflected over all of them in a wave of brilliance. At her feet was a picnic, equipped with candles, food and a red checkered blanket.
"Oh Tristan!" She turned to him. "It's beautiful."
He grinned, "I'm glad you like it." He leaned down and kissed her.
Later on they were sitting on the blanket eating fired chicken , potato salad, watermelon, corn on the cob, and apple pie.
"I figured I'd give you an all out American dinner since you'll be in Europe for the next month." Tristan said.
Rory took a bite of her fried chicken, "Mmmm, it's good. Did you make it?"
Tristan laughed, "Of course."
"You didn't, did you?"
"No." Tristan grinned cheekily, "Sookie did."
"Well, no wonder it's so good." Rory said taking another piece of water melon and putting it on her plate.
"What? Do you think I can't cook?"
"No. You can cook fajitahs well enough." Rory paused, "I'm not sure what else though."
"Nothing better then a good fajitah." Tristan mused.
"Except coffee."
"Speaking of that." Tristan reached into the picnic basket and produced two thermos.
Rory squealed excitedly but Tristan put them out of her reach.
"Hey I want some now."
"Not until later."
"You didn't make it, did you?" Rory asked skeptically.
"They're fresh from Luke's."
Rory's eyes widened and then she began to pout, "Oh, please can I have some now?" Her lower lip stuck out even further, if that was even possible, "Please?"
Tristan couldn't help himself, he cupped her face and kissed her slowly and sweetly. Rory placed one of her hands on his cheek and leaned into his embrace. Tristan ran his tongue along her bottom lip seeking entrance, which Rory gave him. The kiss was full of longing and promise, it lasted until they were both out of breath.
When they pulled away, both were smiling.
Rory's blue eyes twinkled, "Now can I have some?"
Later that evening after all the food had been eaten Tristan pulled a small velvet box out of his pants pocket.
"I wanted to give you this before you left." He said holding it out to her.
Rory look up at him, "But I didn't get anything for you." Her voice was full of remorse.
Tristan smiled and kissed her hand, "It's okay, I wanted to give this to you." He placed the box in her hand.
Rory slowly opened the box and found an intricate, silver ring inside. It was a heart held by two hands on either side, there was a crown placed on top of the heart. "It's beautiful." She whispered.
Tristan smiled and pulled the ring out of the box carefully, "Everyone on my Mom's side of the family wears it, it's a symbol of the Irish heritage." He slipped it onto her finger, "I know you're not Irish, but you're apart of me Rory, and I'm Irish."
Rory smiled up at him, she was about to say something when he cut her off.
'Wait, I'm not finished." He lifted her hand and pointed to the small hands on the ring, "These stand for friendship, I will always be here for you. The crown stands for loyalty, I will always be faithful." Tristan paused and then said, "And the heart stands for love, because I love you Rory." He kissed the ring, and then the inside of her palm. "I love you."
Rory stared at him, it was the second time someone had told her that he loved her. And for the second time she couldn't speak.
"It's okay, I can wait for your answer." Tristan smiled.
Rory smiled back and finally found her voice, "I love you too Tristan."
"I thought so." He said egotistically.
"Of course you had to say that." Rory said but she was laughing. "I love you so much."
Tristan embraced her, "Me too. I have for a long time now."
"How long?" Rory asked in his ear.
"Since the day you first came back after you're mom passed away." Tristan pulled away and looked at her, "Do you remember that? When I saw you in the hallway, and then when you walked away I knew I loved you. I knew."
Rory kissed him softly, "I remember."
"Since that day and forever now."
They sat holding each other in silence for awhile until Tristan slowly stood and pulled Rory up with him, "Let's dance."
"With no music?"
"Wait." Tristan pulled out a small stereo from the picnic basket.
Rory laughed, "What else do you have in there?"
Tristan raised his eyebrows, "You'll never know." He set in stereo on the ground and turned the radio on, "I was thinking of bringing a cd to play, but I decided to be spontaneous." He took Rory in his arms, "Next song that comes on will be ours."
"That is spontaneous. What if it's Celine Dion or something?"
"Then we'll wait." Tristan said blanching at the idea of that.
But the next song to come on was not Celine Dion, it was perfect for the moment and just right for them.
(I'm standing on a bridge
I'm waitin in the dark
I thought that you'd be here by now
There's nothing but the rain
No footsteps on the ground
I'm listening but there's no sound)
"I like this song." Rory said as they began dancing.
"Yeah, better then Celine."
(Isn't anyone tryin to find me?
Won't somebody come take me home
It's a damn cold night
Trying to figure out this life
Wont you take me by the hand
take me somewhere new
I don't know who you are
but I . . . I'm with you)
Tristan ran his hands lightly up and down Rory's back, he breathed in her sent and knew he was where he was supposed to be. With her.
(I'm looking for a place
searching for a face
is anybody here i know
cause nothings going right
and everything's a mess
and no one likes to be alone)
Rory laid her head on Tristan's shoulder, "Where did you find this place?" She asked him.
"My family and I used to come here all the time when I was younger, we'd do the family picnic thing." He said.
"It's beautiful, and perfect." Rory breathed looking around at her surroundings.
Tristan kissed her neck lightly, "It is."
(Isn't anyone tryin to find me?
Won't somebody come take me home
It's a damn cold night
Trying to figure out this life
Wont you take me by the hand
take me somewhere new
I don't know who you are
but I . . . I'm with you)
"I can't believe I'm not going to see you for a whole month." Rory said.
Tristan drew her closer to him, "I know. And I'll be worried about all those European men trying to steal my girl."
Rory laughed, "Tough luck to them."
"That's what I like to hear."
"I promise I'll send letters and postcards, and call as often as possible." Rory pulled away to look at him. "I won't forget."
"You better not." Tristan kissed her softly.
(oh why is everything so confusing
maybe I'm just out of my mind
yea, yea, yea)
Rory sighed, "I'm going to miss you so much."
Tristan leaned his forehead against hers, "I'll miss you too. But it won't be so bad, you'll be back by August and we'll have the rest of the summer together."
(It's a damn cold night
Trying to figure out this life
Wont you take me by the hand
take me somewhere new
I don't know who you are
but I . . . I'm with you)
"But it seems so far away." Rory said.
"Time will fly by, I promise." Tristan said. "Besides you'll have fun with Lane."
Rory smiled, "Yeah, we will."
(Take me by the hand
take me somewhere new
I don't know who you are
but I... I'm with you
I'm with you)
Rory leaned her head against Tristan once again
"I love you."
"I love you too."
"It feels nice to say that."
"It does."
(Take me by the hand
take me somewhere new
I don't know who you are
but I... I'm with you
I'm with you
I'm with you...)
************************************************
"Here's yours."
"Thanks." Rory pushed the ground making it swing back and forth.
"Does it taste okay?"
Rory took a sip from her mug, "Yeah, it tastes okay."
"Good." She said placing an arm around her daughter.
Rory laid her head on her mom's shoulder, she breathed in her scent. ""I wish you didn't have to leave."
"Me too." Lorelai took a sip of coffee, "But you'll be okay."
Rory looked down at her mug, the coffee was dark and murky. "How can you be sure?"
"Because I'm your mother."
Rory finished the last of her coffee and placed the cup on the ground, "Then maybe I will be." Rory sighed, "But I hate it when you leave."
"I'll never leave you Rory. I'll always be right here with you, I'll always be beside you."
Rory looked up at her blue eyes, "Promise?"
"Promise."
Rory turned over in her sleep, clutching the covers closer to her. A soft smile played on her lips.
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AN: I would just like to tell Maree Collingswood that Tristan's mother Kathryn Farley is Irish, not his father, the last name Farley is definitely Irish. Thanks for telling me Gilmore was an Irish name, I had no idea. And thank you so much for your review!!!!!!
The song I used for this story was from Avril Lavigne's new album, Let Go, it's called 'I'm With You'. I didn't use that title though because I didn't think it fit the story well. Thanks for the awesome reviews!
"Where are we going?" Rory asked for the third time.
"It's a surprise." Tristan said once again. "You won't know until we get there so don't bother asking."
Rory gave a sigh of frustration and sat back in her seat. She pulled at the blind fold around her eyes, "Do I HAVE to wear this?"
"Yes."
"How come?"
"So you can't see where we are going?"
"Where ARE we going?"
"I'm not answering anymore of your questions."
"Hmph. Fine." Rory said.
For what seemed like hours (which was only really fifteen minutes) they drove in a comfortable silence until Tristan reached his destination.
He shut off the car, "Okay, we're here."
Rory grinned, "Yay!" She went to remove the blind fold but Tristan stopped her.
"Not yet!" He went around to the other side of the car and helped her out.
Rory stumbled along as Tristan led her through only God knows what. Rory sniffed the air, "I smell pine trees!"
Tristan chuckled, "Almost there."
Minutes later Tristan stopped Rory and took off her blind fold.
Rory gasped, they were in a clearing of wildflowers, the moonlight reflected over all of them in a wave of brilliance. At her feet was a picnic, equipped with candles, food and a red checkered blanket.
"Oh Tristan!" She turned to him. "It's beautiful."
He grinned, "I'm glad you like it." He leaned down and kissed her.
Later on they were sitting on the blanket eating fired chicken , potato salad, watermelon, corn on the cob, and apple pie.
"I figured I'd give you an all out American dinner since you'll be in Europe for the next month." Tristan said.
Rory took a bite of her fried chicken, "Mmmm, it's good. Did you make it?"
Tristan laughed, "Of course."
"You didn't, did you?"
"No." Tristan grinned cheekily, "Sookie did."
"Well, no wonder it's so good." Rory said taking another piece of water melon and putting it on her plate.
"What? Do you think I can't cook?"
"No. You can cook fajitahs well enough." Rory paused, "I'm not sure what else though."
"Nothing better then a good fajitah." Tristan mused.
"Except coffee."
"Speaking of that." Tristan reached into the picnic basket and produced two thermos.
Rory squealed excitedly but Tristan put them out of her reach.
"Hey I want some now."
"Not until later."
"You didn't make it, did you?" Rory asked skeptically.
"They're fresh from Luke's."
Rory's eyes widened and then she began to pout, "Oh, please can I have some now?" Her lower lip stuck out even further, if that was even possible, "Please?"
Tristan couldn't help himself, he cupped her face and kissed her slowly and sweetly. Rory placed one of her hands on his cheek and leaned into his embrace. Tristan ran his tongue along her bottom lip seeking entrance, which Rory gave him. The kiss was full of longing and promise, it lasted until they were both out of breath.
When they pulled away, both were smiling.
Rory's blue eyes twinkled, "Now can I have some?"
Later that evening after all the food had been eaten Tristan pulled a small velvet box out of his pants pocket.
"I wanted to give you this before you left." He said holding it out to her.
Rory look up at him, "But I didn't get anything for you." Her voice was full of remorse.
Tristan smiled and kissed her hand, "It's okay, I wanted to give this to you." He placed the box in her hand.
Rory slowly opened the box and found an intricate, silver ring inside. It was a heart held by two hands on either side, there was a crown placed on top of the heart. "It's beautiful." She whispered.
Tristan smiled and pulled the ring out of the box carefully, "Everyone on my Mom's side of the family wears it, it's a symbol of the Irish heritage." He slipped it onto her finger, "I know you're not Irish, but you're apart of me Rory, and I'm Irish."
Rory smiled up at him, she was about to say something when he cut her off.
'Wait, I'm not finished." He lifted her hand and pointed to the small hands on the ring, "These stand for friendship, I will always be here for you. The crown stands for loyalty, I will always be faithful." Tristan paused and then said, "And the heart stands for love, because I love you Rory." He kissed the ring, and then the inside of her palm. "I love you."
Rory stared at him, it was the second time someone had told her that he loved her. And for the second time she couldn't speak.
"It's okay, I can wait for your answer." Tristan smiled.
Rory smiled back and finally found her voice, "I love you too Tristan."
"I thought so." He said egotistically.
"Of course you had to say that." Rory said but she was laughing. "I love you so much."
Tristan embraced her, "Me too. I have for a long time now."
"How long?" Rory asked in his ear.
"Since the day you first came back after you're mom passed away." Tristan pulled away and looked at her, "Do you remember that? When I saw you in the hallway, and then when you walked away I knew I loved you. I knew."
Rory kissed him softly, "I remember."
"Since that day and forever now."
They sat holding each other in silence for awhile until Tristan slowly stood and pulled Rory up with him, "Let's dance."
"With no music?"
"Wait." Tristan pulled out a small stereo from the picnic basket.
Rory laughed, "What else do you have in there?"
Tristan raised his eyebrows, "You'll never know." He set in stereo on the ground and turned the radio on, "I was thinking of bringing a cd to play, but I decided to be spontaneous." He took Rory in his arms, "Next song that comes on will be ours."
"That is spontaneous. What if it's Celine Dion or something?"
"Then we'll wait." Tristan said blanching at the idea of that.
But the next song to come on was not Celine Dion, it was perfect for the moment and just right for them.
(I'm standing on a bridge
I'm waitin in the dark
I thought that you'd be here by now
There's nothing but the rain
No footsteps on the ground
I'm listening but there's no sound)
"I like this song." Rory said as they began dancing.
"Yeah, better then Celine."
(Isn't anyone tryin to find me?
Won't somebody come take me home
It's a damn cold night
Trying to figure out this life
Wont you take me by the hand
take me somewhere new
I don't know who you are
but I . . . I'm with you)
Tristan ran his hands lightly up and down Rory's back, he breathed in her sent and knew he was where he was supposed to be. With her.
(I'm looking for a place
searching for a face
is anybody here i know
cause nothings going right
and everything's a mess
and no one likes to be alone)
Rory laid her head on Tristan's shoulder, "Where did you find this place?" She asked him.
"My family and I used to come here all the time when I was younger, we'd do the family picnic thing." He said.
"It's beautiful, and perfect." Rory breathed looking around at her surroundings.
Tristan kissed her neck lightly, "It is."
(Isn't anyone tryin to find me?
Won't somebody come take me home
It's a damn cold night
Trying to figure out this life
Wont you take me by the hand
take me somewhere new
I don't know who you are
but I . . . I'm with you)
"I can't believe I'm not going to see you for a whole month." Rory said.
Tristan drew her closer to him, "I know. And I'll be worried about all those European men trying to steal my girl."
Rory laughed, "Tough luck to them."
"That's what I like to hear."
"I promise I'll send letters and postcards, and call as often as possible." Rory pulled away to look at him. "I won't forget."
"You better not." Tristan kissed her softly.
(oh why is everything so confusing
maybe I'm just out of my mind
yea, yea, yea)
Rory sighed, "I'm going to miss you so much."
Tristan leaned his forehead against hers, "I'll miss you too. But it won't be so bad, you'll be back by August and we'll have the rest of the summer together."
(It's a damn cold night
Trying to figure out this life
Wont you take me by the hand
take me somewhere new
I don't know who you are
but I . . . I'm with you)
"But it seems so far away." Rory said.
"Time will fly by, I promise." Tristan said. "Besides you'll have fun with Lane."
Rory smiled, "Yeah, we will."
(Take me by the hand
take me somewhere new
I don't know who you are
but I... I'm with you
I'm with you)
Rory leaned her head against Tristan once again
"I love you."
"I love you too."
"It feels nice to say that."
"It does."
(Take me by the hand
take me somewhere new
I don't know who you are
but I... I'm with you
I'm with you
I'm with you...)
************************************************
"Here's yours."
"Thanks." Rory pushed the ground making it swing back and forth.
"Does it taste okay?"
Rory took a sip from her mug, "Yeah, it tastes okay."
"Good." She said placing an arm around her daughter.
Rory laid her head on her mom's shoulder, she breathed in her scent. ""I wish you didn't have to leave."
"Me too." Lorelai took a sip of coffee, "But you'll be okay."
Rory looked down at her mug, the coffee was dark and murky. "How can you be sure?"
"Because I'm your mother."
Rory finished the last of her coffee and placed the cup on the ground, "Then maybe I will be." Rory sighed, "But I hate it when you leave."
"I'll never leave you Rory. I'll always be right here with you, I'll always be beside you."
Rory looked up at her blue eyes, "Promise?"
"Promise."
Rory turned over in her sleep, clutching the covers closer to her. A soft smile played on her lips.
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AN: I would just like to tell Maree Collingswood that Tristan's mother Kathryn Farley is Irish, not his father, the last name Farley is definitely Irish. Thanks for telling me Gilmore was an Irish name, I had no idea. And thank you so much for your review!!!!!!
The song I used for this story was from Avril Lavigne's new album, Let Go, it's called 'I'm With You'. I didn't use that title though because I didn't think it fit the story well. Thanks for the awesome reviews!