Title: Spend My Life With You

Chapter: Eight

A/N: Yeah, don't worry it's a trory!!! Just give itbecause in my point of view anything worthwhile is worth waiting for. ^.^ As I re-read some of my chapters I winced a few thousand times at all the mistakes I made! . so yeah, please turn a blind eye to all my mistakes, I have to confess that I do not proof read, so eager am I to get the chapters up onto fan fiction. Net. Sorry! R/r please!

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Spend My Life With You

Chapter Eight

It was a small place, just outside of campus. It looked reasonably comfortable, and there was a shiny BMW parked in the driveway for all to see. Laura walked past it open-mouthed.

I want one like that, she fumed.

No you don't, Rory said shortly.

Why not?

It's Tristan's.

Laura didn't look at the car anymore after that.

Instead she played with her key ring. Melody leaned over to have a better look at it as they walked.

What's the big deal with that thing, anyway? she asked curiously, her blue eyes wide and sincere as always.

Laura lowered her head slightly, letting her bronze curly bangs fall across her face in a very un-sophisticated type of way. Rory raised her eyes slightly as the ever-fashion-conscious Laura let her hair fall out of place. she mumbled.

Oh, come on Laura. You love that thing more than life itself! Melody protested. I bet you have loads of other key rings but you don't care for them half as much as you do for this one.

This key ring was the last thing my father gave me before he Laura said softly, tracing its intricate patterns with her finger. It's practically the only thing he ever gave me.

There was an uncomfortable silence, which was only broken when Sharon cleared her throat. Well, we're here, she said, and it was true; they were standing in front of the door.

Sharon reached out and pressed the electric buzzer at the same time Laura said, You guys, I don't think I can do this anymore.

Rory looked over to Laura and gave her a small, encouraging smile. Sure you can, she said. I've seen you do tougher stuff than this.

Yeah, I guess you're right. Laura agreed reluctantly. I just wish

Laura brought her sentence to a halt when the door opened. A brown haired, grey-eyed guy was behind the door. His face was serious and his eyes probing. Laura cocked her head.

Darrel, what are you doing here?

Who's Darrel? Melody hissed to Sharon.

I think he was one of the guys who trashed our hot water. Sharon whispered back. I wonder how Laura knows him.

Well, we all know Laura. Rory shrugged.

Darrel cleared his throat.

He spoke to Laura but his eyes fell on Rory. Uh, I came here with Tristan, to, you know, help out Kristie. She wants to go to Bostonfor obvious reasons.

Rory automatically reddened, feeling a blush rise to her cheeks, but Laura, posh as always, simply sniffed and continued on.

So this is where Kristie lives! she exclaimed. I was wondering if I had the right address or not. Anyway, we came here to see her.

Nuh uh. Darrel said, shaking his head, his gaze swiftly turning on Melody and Sharon before resting firmly on Laura. Not after what you did to Kristie.

Let us in, Darrel. Laura said, her eyes blazing.

Darrel said stubbornly.

Darrel, is it? Rory ventured bravely. Darrel looked at her.

Rory raised her bright blue eyes to Darrel's own grey ones.

Please let us see Kristie. We came here to apologise to her. Who knows, we might even make things better. Rory sighed. Come on, we obviously couldn't make things worse.

Darrel lowered his gaze for a moment, thinking.

I gotta ask Tristan, he said hurriedly, and turned around to go.

You don't want to be Tristan's crony forever, do you? Sharon put in coldly.

Darrel spun around. he exclaimed.

Melody said, getting Sharon's drift. You can't even think for yourself. You have to consult your master Tristan just to open a stupid little door.

In one fluid motion, Darrel unlocked the door and opened it wide. The four girls wasted no time and walked inside, before he could change his mind. How's that for a crony? he smirked.

Thanks, Darrel. Laura smiled sweetly. Where's Kristie? she added almost casually.

In her room, packing. Darrel replied.

And where's her room? Melody interjected, with her wide, innocent eyes.

At the end of the hall. He replied, before he could stop himself.

Rory said, and the four girls took off down the long hallway, leaving Darrel alone at the door. After a few seconds alone he realised what he had done.

Oh, shit! He muttered to himself, and sped off down the hall.

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Melody shrieked, as she caught sight of Kristie's blonde hair behind her bedroom door. Unfortunately, she did not glimpse Tristan's muscular build before bouncing into the room.

Laura hissed, and shuffled in after her, rather nervously. Sharon opened the door wider and motioned for Rory to go through, but Rory froze in her tracks as she caught sight of the scene in front of her. Melody and Sharon were tiptoeing around the edges of the room extremely nervously, eying Tristan, who was sitting on the bed next to Kristie. His arms were wrapped around her protectively and they looked like they had just been kissing. Hearing people enter the room Tristan stood up quickly, an angry glimpse in his eye as he caught sight of Laura, and irritation as he caught sight of Melody. As his eyes fell on Rory, though, he reddened, and a strange and unfamiliar expression crossed his face. Then it was gone, and there was only an extremely angry Tristan glaring at the intruders. Darrel came up puffing behind Rory.

Darrel, what are they doing here? Tristan demanded. I thought I told you to let no one in.

Laura muttered under her breath, but Tristan didn't seem to here her. Darrel did, though, and he reddened.

I'm not your slave, Tristan. I'm your friend. But, hey, I'm a person too.

Just back off! Tristan snarled. And what are all you doing here? he snapped at the girls. Rory winced and Sharon squeezed her arm slightly, giving her strength.

We came here to apologise. Rory said softly but firmly. To Kristie. And only Kristie.

Tristan winced at her harsh tone. He knew that he had hurt her badly, and he regretted what he said, but he hadn't realised that he'd hurt her that badly.

Kristie doesn't want to hear what you have to say. Tristan said, suddenly defensive. His eyes met Rory's. And besides, I don't think anything you could say would make her change her mind.

Rory glared daggers at Tristan. Darrel, surprisingly, stepped in.

Give her a chance, Tristan. She obviously can't make things any worse.

Tristan looked at Darrel like he had just grown a second head. What the fu—

Tristan was immediately quietened when he heard the sound of Kristie's voice. She had remained silent throughout the whole exchange, but now spoke up.

Let them say what they want to say. You can go, and leave me alone with them. I'll be fine.

She responded to his disbelieving gaze with a small peck on the cheek.

Rory looked away.

Tristan walked out of the room, Darrel following close behind.

Sharon waited for Rory to step into the room before closing the door, and then took her spot next to Rory. There was an awkward silence in which Melody nudged Laura hard in the ribs.

Laura protested. What was that for?

Go on, Melody said.

Why do I have to be first?

Are you going to just stand in my room arguing with each other or are you going to actually include me in the conversation? Kristie asked. for once, She added bitterly.

As Rory saw Kristie sitting there, she felt a deep pang of sympathy. When she really thought about it, Kristie wasn't to blame for anything. Kristie had been insulted, taunted, deceived, and yet she was letting Rory and her friends stand in her very bedroom. They had no right to upset her even more than she already was.

Come on guys, let's go. Rory said quietly.

Melody said, honestly surprised,

Laura turned to Rory confused. What's this all about?

Sharon shot Rory a questioning glance, but Rory turned to Kristie. Levelling her blue eyes with Kristie's, she spoke.

We came here to apologise, Rory began. But for the wrong reason. We were feeling guilty about what had happened, and we wanted to find a way out of that guilt, so we wanted to apologise to you to relieve us from our guilt trip. If we were truly sorry we should've left you alone. I realise that now. Sorry.

The last word came out as a whisper. Melody, Laura and Sharon could only stare at Rory in shock. This idea did not occur to them before. Rory turned to open the door.

Rory, wait.

Kristie stood up and hurried over to Rory.

You don't need to apologise. You didn't do anything wrong.

Rory looked at Kristie in amazement, and absently pushed some of her brown hair behind her ears.

What about that whole thing about me loving Tristan?

Who can't love him? was Kristie's reply. There was silence. Then Kristie reached over and hugged Rory. Laura interrupted them.

Rory might not have anything to apologise for, she said, approaching Kristie nervously. But I do. I shouldn't have said all the things I said. You so didn't deserve it. I was just assuming things because I didn't know the full situation- she glanced at Melody who shifted uncomfortably. -But I hope that you don't judge me by that one outburst. I'm sorry.

Kristie smiled warmly. You're forgiven, she said simply.

Laura grinned. Well, that's that, she said, and got a mirror out of her purse to check her reflection.

Anyway, my older brother said that you could never help being a stuck-up snob. It's in your nature. She added slyly. Laura closed her mirror with a snap.

Sharon grinned. I think I like this one, she confided in Melody.

Your older brother Laura asked sceptically.

Yeah. Haydn. You remember him, don't you?

Laura swallowed and a blush rose to her cheeks. That's your brother?

What, didn't you know? Kristie feigned shock. Gee, what a small world it is.

Who's Haydn, Laura? Sharon asked with a cheeky grin.

N-n-no one. Laura stammered.

Melody walked up to Kristie and swung an arm around her shoulders. You'll tell us who Haydn is won't you?

Of course I will. Kristie said and laughed at Laura's pleading expression.