A/N: okay this chapter is when they both are workaholics but they manage to
find time for romance. They are dedicated to their careers though. (Rory's
a doctor and Tristan's a lawyer)
Rory stumbled into the apartment wearing her green doctor's outfit. She sniffed her shirt and groaned. She hated the smell of hospitals. She got up to shower and change.
Tristan saw Rory's PT Cruiser (Sorry guys but that's my dream car. ~sighs dreamily~ I really want one that has some sort of funky color like lime green or pink. What can I say I like people to stare at me. I'm talking way too much so okay I guess I should continue with the story) outside in the garage so he knew she was home. He walked into the bedroom and saw her discarded uniform and heard the shower running. He chuckled lightly to himself as he picked up her dropped items. She hated the smell of hospitals. He loosened his tie and laid down waiting patiently for her to get out of the shower. She came out of the bathroom in her robe and slid beside him.
"Hey, how was your day?" he asked as this was routine for them.
"Ugh don't remind me. A motorcycle accident victim, a kid with a crayon up their nose, a lady with a bad cough who got snott on me, and a woman who insisted that I do CPR on their unconcious kitten. Remind me why I wanted to become and ER doctor again?" Rory ticked off the events on her fingers.
"It's because you thought the show was cool and you wanted to be like George Clooney because he is 'oh so hot' as you put it."
Rory glared at Tristan then said "How about you what happened today?" she asked snuggling up beside him.
"As good as being a lawyer can get. I'm defending some guy who was accused of associating with terrorists. Oh, by the way I won the Friheart case. I had a very peruasive argument. I think I made the prosicuter cry."
"Why do you defend the bad guys anyway?" Rory asked, referring to him being a defense attourney.
"Everyone deserves a chance" he said wistfully. They sat there in silence until Tristan spoke up.
"Do you ever think about marriage?" This question surprised Rory because she meant to roll over to look at him but she ended up rolling off the bed and falling on the floor. Tristan laughed and leaned over the side of the bed to pull her up. Rory straightened heself up before answering.
"Um sure. I mean I'm twenty four and most of my friends are married and Mom and Luke are married. So I do hear alot about married life. And the walk from the hospital to where I keep my car at I always pass a bridal store so I do see alot of brides and gowns. And not to mention-"
"I meant do you ever think about US and marriage?" Tristan, who was very amused at her nervousness, cut her off.
Rory nodded after thinking about it.
"How about it then?" Tristan asked, a mischevious glint in his eye.
"What?!" Rory jumped up very surprised. "Tristan that's not how its supposed to be. It's sposed to be all romantic and you have to be down on one knee and there has to be music playing in the backround and ... stuff. You know the whole nine yards."
Tristan smirked and slid of the bed, down to the floor. He reached over to the clock/radio and turned it on. Limp Bizkit's "My way or the Highway" was on. He got down on one knee. He took a small velvet box out of his suit's pocket and opened it.
"Is this romantic enough for you?" Rory's sky blue eyes widened in shock as she realized that he was really proposing. Then her eyes started filling with tears. Tristan thought he did something wrong and was about to stand up when she nodded. She nodded so slightly that Tristan thougth he imagined it. But he didn't. She actually said yes.
He turned off the clock/radio and sat on the bed next to Rory. Just then the timer on his CD player went off and Frank Sinatra's "Love" filled the air.
"May I have this dance?"Rory asked as she stood up.
"Hey, that's my line" Tristan played along.
They swayed silently to the song until Rory broke the silence.
"I never thought that you would be a Sinatra fan."
Tristan smirked at the Oh Too Familiar Line.
"Well I'm just full of surprises."
"I'll never understand you." she said, completing the little game they played whenever this song came on. All of a sudden Rory pulled away and ran to the phone.
"What are you doing?" Tristan asked
"Hello, we're getting married, we gotta have the church, dress, cake, food, guests, bridesmaids, groomsmen, priests, flowers, music, limo, honeymoon, flower girl, and PLUS" she paused after saying all of that in one breath "I gotta call my mom!" she squealed.
A/N: okay theyre getting married. woo hoo. Sorry for my lack of enthusiasm guys but I havent had a good day. They put a stupid lock on my locker so now I can't get my books out. I got an eighty five on a quiz when I was sure that I did better. Life sux until you die. I think that's going to be my new policy. I think I should stop wining about my pathetic existance now. Oh well. Review and the next chapter will come.
Rory stumbled into the apartment wearing her green doctor's outfit. She sniffed her shirt and groaned. She hated the smell of hospitals. She got up to shower and change.
Tristan saw Rory's PT Cruiser (Sorry guys but that's my dream car. ~sighs dreamily~ I really want one that has some sort of funky color like lime green or pink. What can I say I like people to stare at me. I'm talking way too much so okay I guess I should continue with the story) outside in the garage so he knew she was home. He walked into the bedroom and saw her discarded uniform and heard the shower running. He chuckled lightly to himself as he picked up her dropped items. She hated the smell of hospitals. He loosened his tie and laid down waiting patiently for her to get out of the shower. She came out of the bathroom in her robe and slid beside him.
"Hey, how was your day?" he asked as this was routine for them.
"Ugh don't remind me. A motorcycle accident victim, a kid with a crayon up their nose, a lady with a bad cough who got snott on me, and a woman who insisted that I do CPR on their unconcious kitten. Remind me why I wanted to become and ER doctor again?" Rory ticked off the events on her fingers.
"It's because you thought the show was cool and you wanted to be like George Clooney because he is 'oh so hot' as you put it."
Rory glared at Tristan then said "How about you what happened today?" she asked snuggling up beside him.
"As good as being a lawyer can get. I'm defending some guy who was accused of associating with terrorists. Oh, by the way I won the Friheart case. I had a very peruasive argument. I think I made the prosicuter cry."
"Why do you defend the bad guys anyway?" Rory asked, referring to him being a defense attourney.
"Everyone deserves a chance" he said wistfully. They sat there in silence until Tristan spoke up.
"Do you ever think about marriage?" This question surprised Rory because she meant to roll over to look at him but she ended up rolling off the bed and falling on the floor. Tristan laughed and leaned over the side of the bed to pull her up. Rory straightened heself up before answering.
"Um sure. I mean I'm twenty four and most of my friends are married and Mom and Luke are married. So I do hear alot about married life. And the walk from the hospital to where I keep my car at I always pass a bridal store so I do see alot of brides and gowns. And not to mention-"
"I meant do you ever think about US and marriage?" Tristan, who was very amused at her nervousness, cut her off.
Rory nodded after thinking about it.
"How about it then?" Tristan asked, a mischevious glint in his eye.
"What?!" Rory jumped up very surprised. "Tristan that's not how its supposed to be. It's sposed to be all romantic and you have to be down on one knee and there has to be music playing in the backround and ... stuff. You know the whole nine yards."
Tristan smirked and slid of the bed, down to the floor. He reached over to the clock/radio and turned it on. Limp Bizkit's "My way or the Highway" was on. He got down on one knee. He took a small velvet box out of his suit's pocket and opened it.
"Is this romantic enough for you?" Rory's sky blue eyes widened in shock as she realized that he was really proposing. Then her eyes started filling with tears. Tristan thought he did something wrong and was about to stand up when she nodded. She nodded so slightly that Tristan thougth he imagined it. But he didn't. She actually said yes.
He turned off the clock/radio and sat on the bed next to Rory. Just then the timer on his CD player went off and Frank Sinatra's "Love" filled the air.
"May I have this dance?"Rory asked as she stood up.
"Hey, that's my line" Tristan played along.
They swayed silently to the song until Rory broke the silence.
"I never thought that you would be a Sinatra fan."
Tristan smirked at the Oh Too Familiar Line.
"Well I'm just full of surprises."
"I'll never understand you." she said, completing the little game they played whenever this song came on. All of a sudden Rory pulled away and ran to the phone.
"What are you doing?" Tristan asked
"Hello, we're getting married, we gotta have the church, dress, cake, food, guests, bridesmaids, groomsmen, priests, flowers, music, limo, honeymoon, flower girl, and PLUS" she paused after saying all of that in one breath "I gotta call my mom!" she squealed.
A/N: okay theyre getting married. woo hoo. Sorry for my lack of enthusiasm guys but I havent had a good day. They put a stupid lock on my locker so now I can't get my books out. I got an eighty five on a quiz when I was sure that I did better. Life sux until you die. I think that's going to be my new policy. I think I should stop wining about my pathetic existance now. Oh well. Review and the next chapter will come.