Title: Spend my life with you
Disclaimer: Same as before.
A/N: okay here's the next chapter. Thanks for all your reviews!! Yeah okay and I admit.its going to definitely be a trory ^ ^. R/r again please and I hope this chapter lives up to everyone's expectations and stuff!!!
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Chapter Three
---------------*slightly back in time*----------------
Tristan strode quickly out of the coffee shop, his notes in a mess just like his emotions. [Why couldn't Gilmore just leave me alone?] he thought to himself. [She's part of the past. I'm not interested in people like that anymore. If only.. if only she didn't look at me like that.. ]
Running his free hand through his hair to purposely rough it up, he sighed, and wondered what to do next. Spotting a bench on the side of the footpath he sat down on it, claiming the territory for his own. Then, resignedly, he opened up his notebook and tried to make sense of his own messy scrawl.
-------------------*fast forward to present time*--------------------
Tristan awoke with a start at the sound of a girl's scream. Blinking, he frantically whipped his head from side to side seeing only darkness. His heart leaped into his throat and he waved his hand frantically in front if his face.
[It's only night!] he scolded himself silently as he saw the black shadow of his hand flutter around his line of sight. [you fell asleep you jerk!]
Closing his books that were still on his lap, he remembered what woke him. Straining his ears slightly he tried to listen, but after a couple of moments of hearing silence he shook his head, thinking the scream was just a figment of his imagination. Grabbing hold of his books he stood up and started walking off.
"Help!!! Someone help me! Ple---" the shrieking stopped mid sentence. An icy cold hand gripped Tristan's heart as he spun around. He knew that voice.
"Rory! Rory!!! Where are you?" he shouted. "Rory!!!"
Running in the direction he last heard her voice. Cursing the darkness he squinted, trying to make sense of the dark shadows that surrounded him.
"Mph!" a muffled cry came from his left. Tristan dove in that direction, bumping into a dark figure dressed in a large coat. The figure grabbed hold of Tristan and thrust him out of his way before disappearing quickly into the shadows. Tristan could smell alcohol in the air, and decided against following the figure. He heard a sob come from a small, huddled up shape in front of him.
"..Rory..?" he asked softly, and slowly approached her, reaching his hand out and gently touching her arm. She moved away from his touch reflexively and the sound of her sobbing increased.
"Rory, it's me, Tristan," He tried again, this time extending his hand to brush a piece of her smooth, long hair behind her ear. She didn't move away, but just sat there, shaking. Moving closer to her, he sat beside her, and gently wrapped his arms around her, resting his chin on her head. She collapsed into his arms with helpless tears. His mind told him to leave now, or else questions would be asked, but his heart told him to stay and make sure she was all right. She was a part of his past, after all, and he had an obligation to take care of her. But she was still his past, and nothing more.
Soon Rory's tears subsided. Wiping the wetness off her cheeks with her hand she looked up at Tristan apologetically.
"Sorry," she said, sniffling a little. "I'll be fine. I .overreacted."
Tristan nodded, suddenly cold.
"I was just.so frightened." Rory continued, not reading too deeply into Tristan's silence. Tristan looked down at her, and saw that she was still shaking. She looked up at him for some sort of reply, some sort of words of comfort and support, but all he said was, "I'll walk you home."
"Oh.okay.." Rory said, not entirely sure on how to respond.
The two made their silent trip back to Rory's dorm. When the welcoming lights of the familiar building could be seen, Tristan stopped walking. Rory turned to face him.
"Tristan.um.I'd just like to say.thankyou so much for everything you did tonight."
"It was nothing." He shrugged. "Any other guy would've done the same."
"No it wasn't nothing. It was important, and if there's anything that I can do-"
"Yeah, there is, actually," Tristan cut in.
"Okay, name it."
"Just..uh..you wont mention what I did to anyone, will you?" he asked her, a little uncomfortably.
"No." It wasn't exactly the type of request Rory was expecting, and she felt put out. "Don't worry, I wont."
"Good."
"Good."
"So..I'd better go.."
Tristan turned around without a backward glance and left Rory standing there, staring and his receding figure. Then she turned around herself, and walked to her dorm. Unlocking the door, she was surprised to find the place uncharacteristically quiet. Looking around, she could hear strange scratching sounds coming from the bathroom. Walking cautiously inside she almost laughed at what she saw.
"Rory! Hi, come for the show?" Sharon beamed.
"Save us Rory!" Melody cried out.
"This is all you're fault to begin with!" Laura told her.
"Is not!"
"Is too!"
Melody and Laura were on their hands and knees on the bathroom floor scrubbing each of the tiles with their toothbrushes.
"You two, be quiet. You know what's at stake here." Sharon commanded.
Rory gave Sharon an appraising look. "How did you manage it?" she asked.
"Oh, easy. I just told them to clean the whole bathroom with their toothbrushes, quietly, for the rest of the week, otherwise I'd stop paying the phone bill."
"Sheer brilliance, Sharon. That's all I can say."
Sharon basked in Rory's praise.
"Well.I'm going to bed.I'm tired." Rory said, feigning a yawn.
"Okay, night!" Sharon smiled.
Melody opened her mouth to say something to Rory, but was stopped by a glare from Laura.
Rory walked into her bedroom and collapsed into her bed, exhausted, relieved and still quite shaken up. Closing her eyes for a second to stop the tears from falling, she then quietly reached for the phone. Dialling a well known number to her, she patiently waited for the person on the other line to pick up.
"Hello, Jess..?"
Disclaimer: Same as before.
A/N: okay here's the next chapter. Thanks for all your reviews!! Yeah okay and I admit.its going to definitely be a trory ^ ^. R/r again please and I hope this chapter lives up to everyone's expectations and stuff!!!
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Chapter Three
---------------*slightly back in time*----------------
Tristan strode quickly out of the coffee shop, his notes in a mess just like his emotions. [Why couldn't Gilmore just leave me alone?] he thought to himself. [She's part of the past. I'm not interested in people like that anymore. If only.. if only she didn't look at me like that.. ]
Running his free hand through his hair to purposely rough it up, he sighed, and wondered what to do next. Spotting a bench on the side of the footpath he sat down on it, claiming the territory for his own. Then, resignedly, he opened up his notebook and tried to make sense of his own messy scrawl.
-------------------*fast forward to present time*--------------------
Tristan awoke with a start at the sound of a girl's scream. Blinking, he frantically whipped his head from side to side seeing only darkness. His heart leaped into his throat and he waved his hand frantically in front if his face.
[It's only night!] he scolded himself silently as he saw the black shadow of his hand flutter around his line of sight. [you fell asleep you jerk!]
Closing his books that were still on his lap, he remembered what woke him. Straining his ears slightly he tried to listen, but after a couple of moments of hearing silence he shook his head, thinking the scream was just a figment of his imagination. Grabbing hold of his books he stood up and started walking off.
"Help!!! Someone help me! Ple---" the shrieking stopped mid sentence. An icy cold hand gripped Tristan's heart as he spun around. He knew that voice.
"Rory! Rory!!! Where are you?" he shouted. "Rory!!!"
Running in the direction he last heard her voice. Cursing the darkness he squinted, trying to make sense of the dark shadows that surrounded him.
"Mph!" a muffled cry came from his left. Tristan dove in that direction, bumping into a dark figure dressed in a large coat. The figure grabbed hold of Tristan and thrust him out of his way before disappearing quickly into the shadows. Tristan could smell alcohol in the air, and decided against following the figure. He heard a sob come from a small, huddled up shape in front of him.
"..Rory..?" he asked softly, and slowly approached her, reaching his hand out and gently touching her arm. She moved away from his touch reflexively and the sound of her sobbing increased.
"Rory, it's me, Tristan," He tried again, this time extending his hand to brush a piece of her smooth, long hair behind her ear. She didn't move away, but just sat there, shaking. Moving closer to her, he sat beside her, and gently wrapped his arms around her, resting his chin on her head. She collapsed into his arms with helpless tears. His mind told him to leave now, or else questions would be asked, but his heart told him to stay and make sure she was all right. She was a part of his past, after all, and he had an obligation to take care of her. But she was still his past, and nothing more.
Soon Rory's tears subsided. Wiping the wetness off her cheeks with her hand she looked up at Tristan apologetically.
"Sorry," she said, sniffling a little. "I'll be fine. I .overreacted."
Tristan nodded, suddenly cold.
"I was just.so frightened." Rory continued, not reading too deeply into Tristan's silence. Tristan looked down at her, and saw that she was still shaking. She looked up at him for some sort of reply, some sort of words of comfort and support, but all he said was, "I'll walk you home."
"Oh.okay.." Rory said, not entirely sure on how to respond.
The two made their silent trip back to Rory's dorm. When the welcoming lights of the familiar building could be seen, Tristan stopped walking. Rory turned to face him.
"Tristan.um.I'd just like to say.thankyou so much for everything you did tonight."
"It was nothing." He shrugged. "Any other guy would've done the same."
"No it wasn't nothing. It was important, and if there's anything that I can do-"
"Yeah, there is, actually," Tristan cut in.
"Okay, name it."
"Just..uh..you wont mention what I did to anyone, will you?" he asked her, a little uncomfortably.
"No." It wasn't exactly the type of request Rory was expecting, and she felt put out. "Don't worry, I wont."
"Good."
"Good."
"So..I'd better go.."
Tristan turned around without a backward glance and left Rory standing there, staring and his receding figure. Then she turned around herself, and walked to her dorm. Unlocking the door, she was surprised to find the place uncharacteristically quiet. Looking around, she could hear strange scratching sounds coming from the bathroom. Walking cautiously inside she almost laughed at what she saw.
"Rory! Hi, come for the show?" Sharon beamed.
"Save us Rory!" Melody cried out.
"This is all you're fault to begin with!" Laura told her.
"Is not!"
"Is too!"
Melody and Laura were on their hands and knees on the bathroom floor scrubbing each of the tiles with their toothbrushes.
"You two, be quiet. You know what's at stake here." Sharon commanded.
Rory gave Sharon an appraising look. "How did you manage it?" she asked.
"Oh, easy. I just told them to clean the whole bathroom with their toothbrushes, quietly, for the rest of the week, otherwise I'd stop paying the phone bill."
"Sheer brilliance, Sharon. That's all I can say."
Sharon basked in Rory's praise.
"Well.I'm going to bed.I'm tired." Rory said, feigning a yawn.
"Okay, night!" Sharon smiled.
Melody opened her mouth to say something to Rory, but was stopped by a glare from Laura.
Rory walked into her bedroom and collapsed into her bed, exhausted, relieved and still quite shaken up. Closing her eyes for a second to stop the tears from falling, she then quietly reached for the phone. Dialling a well known number to her, she patiently waited for the person on the other line to pick up.
"Hello, Jess..?"