Chapter Three:
I am not good at being patient. I waited a few days for Rory to come talk to me, or to show up at the diner, but after about a week I figured out that she was gone. She was elected vice president of her senior class, and was in Washington attending a leadership conference. The first few weeks of the summer were torture. I missed her every second. Every time someone said something funny, or I made a comment that no one got, I would wish she was there.
Doesn't it make sense that two people who deeply care about each other should be together?
While she was gone, I met a girl. She was into me, and I saw no harm in going out with her. The problem was, she was a whiny, self-centered, dumb, girl. She was definitely not Rory. Maybe that's why I stayed with her all summer, to take my mind off Rory. It didn't work very well, because every time she kissed me, all I could see was those blue eyes of Rory's. Staring at me. Making me feel guilty.
When Rory came back from Washington to find me with another girl, it didn't really seem like she cared. She was still with Dean, and they looked happy as ever. The few conversations we had while she was with Dean, and I was with Shane, were strained at best. I loved every second in her presence, don't get me
wrong, and I loved the fire in her eyes as we bickered. Yet when I said anything to hurt her, I hated myself.
At one point she told me to go back to New York. I responded with the usual sarcastic retort, pretending it didn't hurt.
It did.
Finally, not too long into the school year, Dean and Rory broke up. He dumped her in front of a large group of people, saying that it was obvious she wanted me,and not him. I watched her walk away, and I knew where she was going, and that I would find her there crying.
I found her exactly where I expected to; the bridge, our spot. She was also crying. I tried to help her, but I think I just made it hurt more. She told me that Dean was right about everything he said, and that night I broke up with Shane. From that point on, we were together.
It was awkward at first; we were both a little scared of what was going to happen, but we were both happy that we were together. It wasn't flawless: at first it seemed that she was ashamed of me, but there were good times.
We would sit on the swing on her front porch, my arms around her, her head on my shoulder, reading. Sometimes the same books, sometimes different ones. She would fall asleep often, and I would just watch her lay there, peaceful, comfortable. I loved her more than ever.
Sometimes it would rain, and we would watch it from the front steps, just wrapped around each other for warmth.
When we kissed… I have never been kissed like that in my life; with so much passion, so much fervor. Yet she was gentle, her lips were soft. My hands would find themselves lost in her hair, my eyes lost in the deep blue of her own.
It was Christmas.
We were upstairs in Luke's apartment above the diner, my home, alone and exchanging gifts. It was our first Christmas together and I wanted it to be special. I lit candles and hung mistletoe over the doorway. When we came in I kissed her, softly, and she was glowing. The dim light from the candles bounced off her shiny hair and reflected in her eyes, making them seem even livelier than ever before.
She bought me a book; a first edition, signed copy of "Oliver Twist". She said her grandfather had it in his library and had wanted her to have it as a gift for me. I hadn't yet met the man, but I liked him already.
I bought her a ring. It was pure gold, and had a deep garnet stone carved into the shape of a heart with two diamonds on the sides set deeply into the gold. I remember the look on her face as I slipped it on her finger, the sharp intake of breath as she realized it was real.
I told her that it was a promise ring. That I promised to be there for her through anything, no matter what happened, that she could come to me. I saw tears in her eyes and I kissed her. I didn't yet tell her that I loved her, because I didn't want to scare her.
It's funny, how two letters can change your life forever.
A/N: In the next chapter, I will explain how they broke up. A little bit of
Trory goodness but this is STILL A LITERATI!!! I have given up on Trorys because
it's not going to happen, though I love the relationship. I am almost done with
the book writing and getting to the rendezvous between our two favorite
characters. SORRY IF THIS WAS SHORT!!! PLEASE REVIEW!!!
I am not good at being patient. I waited a few days for Rory to come talk to me, or to show up at the diner, but after about a week I figured out that she was gone. She was elected vice president of her senior class, and was in Washington attending a leadership conference. The first few weeks of the summer were torture. I missed her every second. Every time someone said something funny, or I made a comment that no one got, I would wish she was there.
Doesn't it make sense that two people who deeply care about each other should be together?
While she was gone, I met a girl. She was into me, and I saw no harm in going out with her. The problem was, she was a whiny, self-centered, dumb, girl. She was definitely not Rory. Maybe that's why I stayed with her all summer, to take my mind off Rory. It didn't work very well, because every time she kissed me, all I could see was those blue eyes of Rory's. Staring at me. Making me feel guilty.
When Rory came back from Washington to find me with another girl, it didn't really seem like she cared. She was still with Dean, and they looked happy as ever. The few conversations we had while she was with Dean, and I was with Shane, were strained at best. I loved every second in her presence, don't get me
wrong, and I loved the fire in her eyes as we bickered. Yet when I said anything to hurt her, I hated myself.
At one point she told me to go back to New York. I responded with the usual sarcastic retort, pretending it didn't hurt.
It did.
Finally, not too long into the school year, Dean and Rory broke up. He dumped her in front of a large group of people, saying that it was obvious she wanted me,and not him. I watched her walk away, and I knew where she was going, and that I would find her there crying.
I found her exactly where I expected to; the bridge, our spot. She was also crying. I tried to help her, but I think I just made it hurt more. She told me that Dean was right about everything he said, and that night I broke up with Shane. From that point on, we were together.
It was awkward at first; we were both a little scared of what was going to happen, but we were both happy that we were together. It wasn't flawless: at first it seemed that she was ashamed of me, but there were good times.
We would sit on the swing on her front porch, my arms around her, her head on my shoulder, reading. Sometimes the same books, sometimes different ones. She would fall asleep often, and I would just watch her lay there, peaceful, comfortable. I loved her more than ever.
Sometimes it would rain, and we would watch it from the front steps, just wrapped around each other for warmth.
When we kissed… I have never been kissed like that in my life; with so much passion, so much fervor. Yet she was gentle, her lips were soft. My hands would find themselves lost in her hair, my eyes lost in the deep blue of her own.
It was Christmas.
We were upstairs in Luke's apartment above the diner, my home, alone and exchanging gifts. It was our first Christmas together and I wanted it to be special. I lit candles and hung mistletoe over the doorway. When we came in I kissed her, softly, and she was glowing. The dim light from the candles bounced off her shiny hair and reflected in her eyes, making them seem even livelier than ever before.
She bought me a book; a first edition, signed copy of "Oliver Twist". She said her grandfather had it in his library and had wanted her to have it as a gift for me. I hadn't yet met the man, but I liked him already.
I bought her a ring. It was pure gold, and had a deep garnet stone carved into the shape of a heart with two diamonds on the sides set deeply into the gold. I remember the look on her face as I slipped it on her finger, the sharp intake of breath as she realized it was real.
I told her that it was a promise ring. That I promised to be there for her through anything, no matter what happened, that she could come to me. I saw tears in her eyes and I kissed her. I didn't yet tell her that I loved her, because I didn't want to scare her.
It's funny, how two letters can change your life forever.
A/N: In the next chapter, I will explain how they broke up. A little bit of
Trory goodness but this is STILL A LITERATI!!! I have given up on Trorys because
it's not going to happen, though I love the relationship. I am almost done with
the book writing and getting to the rendezvous between our two favorite
characters. SORRY IF THIS WAS SHORT!!! PLEASE REVIEW!!!