A/N: No A/N today. I have nothing to say. OOH! I made a rhyme.
Rory gaped at "her" house as Tristan got Richard from the carseat.
"This is my house? It's ... big!" Rory exclaimed. Tristan laughed.
"That's exactly what you said when we first moved here." Tristan said. Richard giggled even though he had no idea what they were talking about.
"Come on Mare, your throne awaits."
Richard ran up the walkway onto the stairs of the house. Tristan grabbed onto Rory's waist from behind and steered her into the house. Rory stepped inside and looked around. It was very homey but still big. She might get lost in this place. Tristan said something about helping Richard change and took off up the stairs. Rory took this as an oppurtunity to explore. She looked around the massive living room, there was a fireplace, a plump couch, a coffee table, a coat rack, assorted pictures along shelves on the walls, and Tristan's briefcase thrown carelessly onthe floor. She walked out of the living room into a hall. There were five doors. Two on one side, and two on the other and another door at the end of the hall.
Rory walked into the first door on the right, a bathroom. She exited that and walked into the first door on the left, a kitchen. She walked into the second door on the right and smiled. It seemed like a tribute to her.
There was a bookshelf with titles like "how to be a lawyer" and "ten steps to being a successful attorney". There was a desk that had many picture frames as did the fire place and a shelf behind the desk. Some were her wedding pictures, some were from her honeymoon, some were from the hospital when she was having a baby. She smiled and exited the room.
The second door on the left was a library. Tristan read, but only sometimes and not nearly as much as Rory so it seemed like the library was full of all her favorites. Rory thumbed though the spines of the books and smiled. She was beginning to feel like she belonged here. Rory was about to go into the last room, at the end of the hall when she heard a throat clear behind her.
"Hey Tris." She said.
"Whatcha up to Mary?"
"Um, just giving myself a tour. You know, I wouldn't wanna get lost."
"Kay, come on. The doctor said that I should do everything that I can to help you remember." he grabbed Rory's hand and exited the hall. They went up the large staircase in the living room and went into a room in the middle of the hall. It was a piano room.
"Remember when I told you that we kissed in Sophmore year?" Tristan said. Rory nodded. He put his hands skillfully on the keys and played a tune. Rory didn't know what he was getting at. The music got to her. It was like she was drowning in the music. It seemed so familiar, yet so distant. All of a sudden she had a sort of flashback. It was like a bright light flashed and she was in darkness.
"I hate him! I love you!" She heard. All of a sudden she got very dizzy. Trisan noticed and held on to her before she fell. She closed her eyes but this time heard something else.
"I would kiss you but your boyfriend's watching. Take care of yourself Mary." She could recognize that voice any where. Tristan.
"Rory are you okay?" The voice said again. Was she dreaming?
"Ror?" Tristan shook her.
Nope.
She opened her eyes and saw a concerned Tristan staring at her. Did people actually say these things. Was she imagining things?
" I think that I just remembered something." Rory whispered. Her voice was shaking. And he eyes were closed once again, as if she was trying to trap the memory with her eyelids shut. She repeated the two quotes that she had just heard.
"I remembered someone saying 'I hate him. I love you.' Then I remembered someone saying ' I'd kiss you but your boyfriends watching. Take care of yourself Mary.' That's it."
Tristan broke into a smile. Rory caught herself thinking how great Tristan looks smiling. She felt a weird feeling of Deja Vu.
"That was me the second time." Tristan said.
"Take care of your self Mary." Tristan whispered.
"Huh?"
"That's the last thing I said to you for nearly a year when I was sent to military school."
"Wow."
"I know."
"I think you're beginning to get your memory back. I know what will help you. We gotta call your mom."
"M-my mom?" Rory asked. Tristan could be incredibly confusing at times.
"You spent most of her life with her, I think she could help you with the memories more than I could." Tristan explained in a logical tone.
"But she calls me Lory or whatever you said." Rory said disgusted.
"It's Rory .... Rory, " Tristan started to protest. But he was interrupted.
"I told you! Mary!"
Tristan swallowed. He was so sure they were making progress. He had a feeling this "Mary" dilemma was his fault. That's what bugged him the most.
"Okay .... Mary. Rory is your real name."
Rory pouted.
Tristan sighed.
This was going to be harder than he thought.
A/N: Whatcha think, do you love it? Hate it? Are you gonna review it? Rate it? Just do something. I'm not losing inspiration! Don't worry I'm doing all of this for a reason. You know, the creepy thing is is that I came up with this story at a wedding. I wasn't paying attention and I ended up daydreaming this entire story in my head. So the point is I know where I'm headed. I even know how I'm ending the story. Hell, I even know the ending sentence. I'm such a loser. :-P That's okay though, don't feel sorry for me. I'll just take my social outcastness into the next chapter. OH and before I foget, I want to thank firegoddess1014 for telling me where to get GG transcripts. That helped ALOT. REVIEW!
Rory gaped at "her" house as Tristan got Richard from the carseat.
"This is my house? It's ... big!" Rory exclaimed. Tristan laughed.
"That's exactly what you said when we first moved here." Tristan said. Richard giggled even though he had no idea what they were talking about.
"Come on Mare, your throne awaits."
Richard ran up the walkway onto the stairs of the house. Tristan grabbed onto Rory's waist from behind and steered her into the house. Rory stepped inside and looked around. It was very homey but still big. She might get lost in this place. Tristan said something about helping Richard change and took off up the stairs. Rory took this as an oppurtunity to explore. She looked around the massive living room, there was a fireplace, a plump couch, a coffee table, a coat rack, assorted pictures along shelves on the walls, and Tristan's briefcase thrown carelessly onthe floor. She walked out of the living room into a hall. There were five doors. Two on one side, and two on the other and another door at the end of the hall.
Rory walked into the first door on the right, a bathroom. She exited that and walked into the first door on the left, a kitchen. She walked into the second door on the right and smiled. It seemed like a tribute to her.
There was a bookshelf with titles like "how to be a lawyer" and "ten steps to being a successful attorney". There was a desk that had many picture frames as did the fire place and a shelf behind the desk. Some were her wedding pictures, some were from her honeymoon, some were from the hospital when she was having a baby. She smiled and exited the room.
The second door on the left was a library. Tristan read, but only sometimes and not nearly as much as Rory so it seemed like the library was full of all her favorites. Rory thumbed though the spines of the books and smiled. She was beginning to feel like she belonged here. Rory was about to go into the last room, at the end of the hall when she heard a throat clear behind her.
"Hey Tris." She said.
"Whatcha up to Mary?"
"Um, just giving myself a tour. You know, I wouldn't wanna get lost."
"Kay, come on. The doctor said that I should do everything that I can to help you remember." he grabbed Rory's hand and exited the hall. They went up the large staircase in the living room and went into a room in the middle of the hall. It was a piano room.
"Remember when I told you that we kissed in Sophmore year?" Tristan said. Rory nodded. He put his hands skillfully on the keys and played a tune. Rory didn't know what he was getting at. The music got to her. It was like she was drowning in the music. It seemed so familiar, yet so distant. All of a sudden she had a sort of flashback. It was like a bright light flashed and she was in darkness.
"I hate him! I love you!" She heard. All of a sudden she got very dizzy. Trisan noticed and held on to her before she fell. She closed her eyes but this time heard something else.
"I would kiss you but your boyfriend's watching. Take care of yourself Mary." She could recognize that voice any where. Tristan.
"Rory are you okay?" The voice said again. Was she dreaming?
"Ror?" Tristan shook her.
Nope.
She opened her eyes and saw a concerned Tristan staring at her. Did people actually say these things. Was she imagining things?
" I think that I just remembered something." Rory whispered. Her voice was shaking. And he eyes were closed once again, as if she was trying to trap the memory with her eyelids shut. She repeated the two quotes that she had just heard.
"I remembered someone saying 'I hate him. I love you.' Then I remembered someone saying ' I'd kiss you but your boyfriends watching. Take care of yourself Mary.' That's it."
Tristan broke into a smile. Rory caught herself thinking how great Tristan looks smiling. She felt a weird feeling of Deja Vu.
"That was me the second time." Tristan said.
"Take care of your self Mary." Tristan whispered.
"Huh?"
"That's the last thing I said to you for nearly a year when I was sent to military school."
"Wow."
"I know."
"I think you're beginning to get your memory back. I know what will help you. We gotta call your mom."
"M-my mom?" Rory asked. Tristan could be incredibly confusing at times.
"You spent most of her life with her, I think she could help you with the memories more than I could." Tristan explained in a logical tone.
"But she calls me Lory or whatever you said." Rory said disgusted.
"It's Rory .... Rory, " Tristan started to protest. But he was interrupted.
"I told you! Mary!"
Tristan swallowed. He was so sure they were making progress. He had a feeling this "Mary" dilemma was his fault. That's what bugged him the most.
"Okay .... Mary. Rory is your real name."
Rory pouted.
Tristan sighed.
This was going to be harder than he thought.
A/N: Whatcha think, do you love it? Hate it? Are you gonna review it? Rate it? Just do something. I'm not losing inspiration! Don't worry I'm doing all of this for a reason. You know, the creepy thing is is that I came up with this story at a wedding. I wasn't paying attention and I ended up daydreaming this entire story in my head. So the point is I know where I'm headed. I even know how I'm ending the story. Hell, I even know the ending sentence. I'm such a loser. :-P That's okay though, don't feel sorry for me. I'll just take my social outcastness into the next chapter. OH and before I foget, I want to thank firegoddess1014 for telling me where to get GG transcripts. That helped ALOT. REVIEW!