Title: Spend my life with you
A/N: Sorry this chapter took kind of long, but I hope you enjoy it! R/r please n thankyoo to all the people who took the time to review! ^.^ -ButteR
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Chapter five
[Where did we go wrong?] Rory wondered, and she gazed at Tristan, watching him look everywhere and at everything except her. First he absently scratched a spot behind his head. Then he fidgeted with a loose end of his navy blue jacket. Even though he was sitting on the seat right across from her, he had hardly said two words to her since they sat down. Kristie, of course, was bubbling on mindlessly, oblivious of the silent torture that both her companions were going through.
"And I told her that she shouldn't have bought those--- Danielle!!!" Kristie, seated delicately on Tristan's lap, waved at someone behind Rory. "Excuse me." Kristie beamed, hopping up. "I'll leave you too to talk for a couple of secs. I gotta compare lecture notes with my friend. I'll be right back, okay?" And with that, Kristie was off, bouncing over to Danielle, a brown haired girl with orange freckles sprinkled all over her cheeks, leaving Tristan and Rory sitting across from each other very awkwardly.
"So..how are your classes going..?" Rory asked lamely, trying to break the ice.
"Good" Tristan replied shortly. "How are yours?"
"Good."
"That's good."
"Yeah, it is."
"Did you..I mean..uh..are you doing a journalism major?"
"Yup, I sure am. How did you know?"
"I remembered from when I went to Chilton that you liked boring stuff like that."
"Boring!" Rory exclaimed indignantly. "Journalism is not boring!"
Tristan chuckled and shook his head slightly, and for the first time in a long while Rory saw him grin. "Whatever you say, Mar..I mean Rory.."
[Why doesn't he call me Mary anymore?] Rory wondered sadly, and averted her gaze, concentrating very hard on her empty coffee cup.
"Did I say something to upset you?" Tristan asked warily. "Because if I did, I could just leave.." Tristan made as if to stand up.
"If you want to leave, just say so. Don't blame it on me." Rory retorted coldly, still not looking up from her cup. A shocked silence preceded her remark. Rory was shocked at herself. Why was she being so rude? She didn't understand it, the words just came out, like she had no control over them.
"Rory..?" Tristan inquired silently, his grey eyes probing. Rory was refused to meet his gaze. "What's bothering you?"
"Nothing." Rory mumbled, ashamed at herself for getting so worked up over such a small thing.
"It doesn't look like nothing." Tristan told her. "But, of course I could be wrong. That's only my point of view." He glanced at Rory, but she was still very intently studying her cup. Sighing, Tristan ran a hand through his blonde hair messing it up, frustrated, and stood up.
Rory heard Tristan sigh and stand up from behind her. [He's leaving me..again..] A bitter voice in her head said. [But it's not his fault! He had no choice in the matter!] Rory thought in a rush automatically defending Tristan. [But the point is he's leaving me now..]. Rory had no clever rebuke for that remark, and it hung in her head, like a dark storm cloud hovering over her. Rory could see out of the corner of her eye Tristan walking around the table towards her. Then, extremely uncertain, he slid into the seat next to her. Rory looked over at him in surprise.
"What are you doing?" she asked him.
"Sitting." His lip curled up into half a smile, and it made him look very mischievous. Spreading his arms out, he raised an eyebrow and said, "You got a problem with that?"
"No..no.." Rory shook her head, smiling a little herself, trying to get her thoughts straight. "I mean, no I don't have a problem with it, and I meant what are you doing with the whole seat-moving thing."
"You got a problem with seat-moving?"
"Only seat-moving without a reason."
"Oh, don't worry Gilmore, there's a very good reason for this seat-mover to start seat-moving."
"And what reason would that be?"
"Uh." Tristan thought fast. "There was a draught and I was cold."
"But you're closer to the door if you sit here.."
"So..?"
"So..you would be closer to the source of the draught which would make you even more cold which wouldn't justify your seat moving in the first place."
"How do you know that I was cold from a door-draught? I could have been cold from a window draught, you know."
"Tristan..this shop doesn't have any open windows."
"Oh.."
"So.."
"So what?"
"Why did you move?"
"Why were you upset?"
"I asked you first!"
"No way, I asked you first. I asked my question way before you asked yours."
"Well.that's true.."
"Ah, she admits defeat!"
"Not defeat, I just stand corrected."
"Whatever. Same thing. So do I get my answer?"
"Only after you give me yours."
"What?! Where's the justice in that?"
"There is no justice in that. It's my last offer."
"Okay, okay," Tristan said, giving in. "I'll give my answer."
"Well..?"
"Patience, Gilmore, patience."
"Stop stalling!"
"I'm not stalling.."
"Tristan!"
"Okay, sheesh. I changed seats because you looked upset and I wanted to know what was the matter, so I could make it better."
Rory up at Tristan, feeling a blush come to her cheeks. "Why..?"
"Answer your question," was all Tristan said, and looked away.
"I was upset because you called me Rory."
"Huh?" Tristan was confused. "I called you Rory..? Well, isn't that your name?"
"I mean, you called me Rory instead of Mary."
"Oh."
"I told you it was nothing."
"You were right. It was nothing." And with that Tristan stood up stiffly and coldly walked away, leaving Rory sitting by herself at the table, hurt and even more confused than before. As she looked up she saw a delighted Kristie, talking to her friend a couple of tables away, and then Tristan came into view. He sat next to his girlfriend and wrapped his arms protectively around her waste, kissing her forehead.
[I wish it was me..] Rory thought in her mind, but then quickly thought of Jess and hurriedly pushed her thoughts away.
"Goodbye Tristan." Rory whispered silently, and walked out of the coffee shop.
"Rory..? Where are you going?" she could hear Kristie's confused voice echoing behind her, but pretended she didn't hear.
A/N: Sorry this chapter took kind of long, but I hope you enjoy it! R/r please n thankyoo to all the people who took the time to review! ^.^ -ButteR
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Chapter five
[Where did we go wrong?] Rory wondered, and she gazed at Tristan, watching him look everywhere and at everything except her. First he absently scratched a spot behind his head. Then he fidgeted with a loose end of his navy blue jacket. Even though he was sitting on the seat right across from her, he had hardly said two words to her since they sat down. Kristie, of course, was bubbling on mindlessly, oblivious of the silent torture that both her companions were going through.
"And I told her that she shouldn't have bought those--- Danielle!!!" Kristie, seated delicately on Tristan's lap, waved at someone behind Rory. "Excuse me." Kristie beamed, hopping up. "I'll leave you too to talk for a couple of secs. I gotta compare lecture notes with my friend. I'll be right back, okay?" And with that, Kristie was off, bouncing over to Danielle, a brown haired girl with orange freckles sprinkled all over her cheeks, leaving Tristan and Rory sitting across from each other very awkwardly.
"So..how are your classes going..?" Rory asked lamely, trying to break the ice.
"Good" Tristan replied shortly. "How are yours?"
"Good."
"That's good."
"Yeah, it is."
"Did you..I mean..uh..are you doing a journalism major?"
"Yup, I sure am. How did you know?"
"I remembered from when I went to Chilton that you liked boring stuff like that."
"Boring!" Rory exclaimed indignantly. "Journalism is not boring!"
Tristan chuckled and shook his head slightly, and for the first time in a long while Rory saw him grin. "Whatever you say, Mar..I mean Rory.."
[Why doesn't he call me Mary anymore?] Rory wondered sadly, and averted her gaze, concentrating very hard on her empty coffee cup.
"Did I say something to upset you?" Tristan asked warily. "Because if I did, I could just leave.." Tristan made as if to stand up.
"If you want to leave, just say so. Don't blame it on me." Rory retorted coldly, still not looking up from her cup. A shocked silence preceded her remark. Rory was shocked at herself. Why was she being so rude? She didn't understand it, the words just came out, like she had no control over them.
"Rory..?" Tristan inquired silently, his grey eyes probing. Rory was refused to meet his gaze. "What's bothering you?"
"Nothing." Rory mumbled, ashamed at herself for getting so worked up over such a small thing.
"It doesn't look like nothing." Tristan told her. "But, of course I could be wrong. That's only my point of view." He glanced at Rory, but she was still very intently studying her cup. Sighing, Tristan ran a hand through his blonde hair messing it up, frustrated, and stood up.
Rory heard Tristan sigh and stand up from behind her. [He's leaving me..again..] A bitter voice in her head said. [But it's not his fault! He had no choice in the matter!] Rory thought in a rush automatically defending Tristan. [But the point is he's leaving me now..]. Rory had no clever rebuke for that remark, and it hung in her head, like a dark storm cloud hovering over her. Rory could see out of the corner of her eye Tristan walking around the table towards her. Then, extremely uncertain, he slid into the seat next to her. Rory looked over at him in surprise.
"What are you doing?" she asked him.
"Sitting." His lip curled up into half a smile, and it made him look very mischievous. Spreading his arms out, he raised an eyebrow and said, "You got a problem with that?"
"No..no.." Rory shook her head, smiling a little herself, trying to get her thoughts straight. "I mean, no I don't have a problem with it, and I meant what are you doing with the whole seat-moving thing."
"You got a problem with seat-moving?"
"Only seat-moving without a reason."
"Oh, don't worry Gilmore, there's a very good reason for this seat-mover to start seat-moving."
"And what reason would that be?"
"Uh." Tristan thought fast. "There was a draught and I was cold."
"But you're closer to the door if you sit here.."
"So..?"
"So..you would be closer to the source of the draught which would make you even more cold which wouldn't justify your seat moving in the first place."
"How do you know that I was cold from a door-draught? I could have been cold from a window draught, you know."
"Tristan..this shop doesn't have any open windows."
"Oh.."
"So.."
"So what?"
"Why did you move?"
"Why were you upset?"
"I asked you first!"
"No way, I asked you first. I asked my question way before you asked yours."
"Well.that's true.."
"Ah, she admits defeat!"
"Not defeat, I just stand corrected."
"Whatever. Same thing. So do I get my answer?"
"Only after you give me yours."
"What?! Where's the justice in that?"
"There is no justice in that. It's my last offer."
"Okay, okay," Tristan said, giving in. "I'll give my answer."
"Well..?"
"Patience, Gilmore, patience."
"Stop stalling!"
"I'm not stalling.."
"Tristan!"
"Okay, sheesh. I changed seats because you looked upset and I wanted to know what was the matter, so I could make it better."
Rory up at Tristan, feeling a blush come to her cheeks. "Why..?"
"Answer your question," was all Tristan said, and looked away.
"I was upset because you called me Rory."
"Huh?" Tristan was confused. "I called you Rory..? Well, isn't that your name?"
"I mean, you called me Rory instead of Mary."
"Oh."
"I told you it was nothing."
"You were right. It was nothing." And with that Tristan stood up stiffly and coldly walked away, leaving Rory sitting by herself at the table, hurt and even more confused than before. As she looked up she saw a delighted Kristie, talking to her friend a couple of tables away, and then Tristan came into view. He sat next to his girlfriend and wrapped his arms protectively around her waste, kissing her forehead.
[I wish it was me..] Rory thought in her mind, but then quickly thought of Jess and hurriedly pushed her thoughts away.
"Goodbye Tristan." Rory whispered silently, and walked out of the coffee shop.
"Rory..? Where are you going?" she could hear Kristie's confused voice echoing behind her, but pretended she didn't hear.