Title- I Need Music
Author- Jenny
E Mail- motivation_77@hotmail.com
A/N- Thanks for the reviews guys! Keep it up!
I Need Music
Chapter Three
Goodbye Mary
Rory stood up and clapped when the band finished their set. Lane glanced at her. She looked over and smiled, one of pure happiness. She watched the band as they introduced themselves.
"By the way, I'm Tristan, the guitarist is Jay and back there on drums is Mike! And we're Overload!" (A/N: I have no idea if there is a band called Overload. I just happened to be listening to a song with that title. so if I stole anything. I'M SORRY!) They walked off stage.
"We should get going," Lane said loudly as a sound system began to pound out a loud, heavy beat. Rory nodded, glancing over her shoulder as she walked towards the entrance of the club. As she was just about to exit, she felt a tap on your shoulder. She turned around, there stood Tristan with a bottle of water in his hand and a smirk on his face.
"Hey Mary." He smiled.
"Tristan!" Rory gave him a quick hug, both felt like it lasted forever, and neither wanted to let go.
"Glad to see you missed me."
"Glad to see your ego still hasn't deflated." Rory barbed him back. Lane stood there looking from one to the other. "Oh, Lane, this is Tristan."
"What?" Lane yelled. "I can't hear!" Rory pointed to the door of the club. Tristan nodded and followed her out. "I'm Lane."
"I'm Tristan." He smiled, shaking her hand.
"Wait- the Tristan?" Lane looked at Rory.
"The Tristan?" He raised his eyebrow.
Rory grinned sheepishly. "Yeah, you were known as the devil's spawn."
"Well, I'm glad you thought that much over me that you decided to give me an.. affectionate nickname." Tristan laughed. He leaned against a wall. "So how have you been?"
"Rory, I'll meet you in the car." Land hurried off in the direction of the jeep that her grandparents had given her for graduation the year before.
"Ok," Rory watched Land walk away and then turned back to Tristan. "I've been good. I was student president last year."
"Really? Wow, that's great." Tristan took a sip of his water. "So why aren't you at Harvard?"
"I decided that I was going to wait a year." Rory told him, leaning against the wall.
"Really? I never would have expected you to do something like that."
"What about you? Why aren't you following in the DuGrey footsteps?" Rory asked him.
"It's just not me. I do not want to turn into my father." Tristan shook his head.
"So is this what you're doing now?"
"Playing gigs?" She nodded. "No, this is just something that helps me unwind. I paint actually."
Rory looked at him for awhile. 'Tristan the great a painter? What happened to the old Tristan?' "Wow, really? I don't see you as a painter."
"There's a lot you don't know about me." he turned his head to face her.
"Let's remedy that." Rory told him. Tristan gapped at her. "Let's start over and get to know each other."
"Sure, I can agree to that. I might even like it!" he grinned.
"Hi." She held out her hand. "I'm Rory Gilmore."
"I'm Tristan DuGrey." He shook her hand. "It's nice to meet you. You remind me of this girl I use to know, her name was Mary."
"Mary must have been one hell of a girl." Rory grinned.
"Oh, believe me, she was, and she still is."
Rory looked at him for a moment. She glanced at her watch. "I have to, but maybe we could get together and talk about this Mary and tell me what she's like." Rory grabbed a pen from her purse, writing her number on his hand and signing it with a big heart instead of her name. "Give me a call." Rory walked off in the direction of her jeep, Tristan staring after her. 'I can't believe I just did that! What was I thinking. he's probably going to think I'm some cheap..'
"Well?" Lane asked her when she climbed into her jeep. Rory jumped. "Are you ok?"
"I'm fine, you just frightened me, that's all." Rory glanced in the rear view mirror. Tristan was still standing there.
"You like him don't you?" it was more of a statement then a question.
"Hunh?" Rory looked at her. "How can I like him, I don't know him anymore."
"But you will, I seen you write something on his hand." Lane grinned.
"Yeah, I will."
A/N: I'm sorry this is short!! But I'm in a really bad mood because we're having a snowstorm right now and the dance that was supposed to happen was cancelled. and I actually wanted to go. GRRR to snow!!!
Author- Jenny
E Mail- motivation_77@hotmail.com
A/N- Thanks for the reviews guys! Keep it up!
I Need Music
Chapter Three
Goodbye Mary
Rory stood up and clapped when the band finished their set. Lane glanced at her. She looked over and smiled, one of pure happiness. She watched the band as they introduced themselves.
"By the way, I'm Tristan, the guitarist is Jay and back there on drums is Mike! And we're Overload!" (A/N: I have no idea if there is a band called Overload. I just happened to be listening to a song with that title. so if I stole anything. I'M SORRY!) They walked off stage.
"We should get going," Lane said loudly as a sound system began to pound out a loud, heavy beat. Rory nodded, glancing over her shoulder as she walked towards the entrance of the club. As she was just about to exit, she felt a tap on your shoulder. She turned around, there stood Tristan with a bottle of water in his hand and a smirk on his face.
"Hey Mary." He smiled.
"Tristan!" Rory gave him a quick hug, both felt like it lasted forever, and neither wanted to let go.
"Glad to see you missed me."
"Glad to see your ego still hasn't deflated." Rory barbed him back. Lane stood there looking from one to the other. "Oh, Lane, this is Tristan."
"What?" Lane yelled. "I can't hear!" Rory pointed to the door of the club. Tristan nodded and followed her out. "I'm Lane."
"I'm Tristan." He smiled, shaking her hand.
"Wait- the Tristan?" Lane looked at Rory.
"The Tristan?" He raised his eyebrow.
Rory grinned sheepishly. "Yeah, you were known as the devil's spawn."
"Well, I'm glad you thought that much over me that you decided to give me an.. affectionate nickname." Tristan laughed. He leaned against a wall. "So how have you been?"
"Rory, I'll meet you in the car." Land hurried off in the direction of the jeep that her grandparents had given her for graduation the year before.
"Ok," Rory watched Land walk away and then turned back to Tristan. "I've been good. I was student president last year."
"Really? Wow, that's great." Tristan took a sip of his water. "So why aren't you at Harvard?"
"I decided that I was going to wait a year." Rory told him, leaning against the wall.
"Really? I never would have expected you to do something like that."
"What about you? Why aren't you following in the DuGrey footsteps?" Rory asked him.
"It's just not me. I do not want to turn into my father." Tristan shook his head.
"So is this what you're doing now?"
"Playing gigs?" She nodded. "No, this is just something that helps me unwind. I paint actually."
Rory looked at him for awhile. 'Tristan the great a painter? What happened to the old Tristan?' "Wow, really? I don't see you as a painter."
"There's a lot you don't know about me." he turned his head to face her.
"Let's remedy that." Rory told him. Tristan gapped at her. "Let's start over and get to know each other."
"Sure, I can agree to that. I might even like it!" he grinned.
"Hi." She held out her hand. "I'm Rory Gilmore."
"I'm Tristan DuGrey." He shook her hand. "It's nice to meet you. You remind me of this girl I use to know, her name was Mary."
"Mary must have been one hell of a girl." Rory grinned.
"Oh, believe me, she was, and she still is."
Rory looked at him for a moment. She glanced at her watch. "I have to, but maybe we could get together and talk about this Mary and tell me what she's like." Rory grabbed a pen from her purse, writing her number on his hand and signing it with a big heart instead of her name. "Give me a call." Rory walked off in the direction of her jeep, Tristan staring after her. 'I can't believe I just did that! What was I thinking. he's probably going to think I'm some cheap..'
"Well?" Lane asked her when she climbed into her jeep. Rory jumped. "Are you ok?"
"I'm fine, you just frightened me, that's all." Rory glanced in the rear view mirror. Tristan was still standing there.
"You like him don't you?" it was more of a statement then a question.
"Hunh?" Rory looked at her. "How can I like him, I don't know him anymore."
"But you will, I seen you write something on his hand." Lane grinned.
"Yeah, I will."
A/N: I'm sorry this is short!! But I'm in a really bad mood because we're having a snowstorm right now and the dance that was supposed to happen was cancelled. and I actually wanted to go. GRRR to snow!!!