Chapter 5: Losing yourself in the memories
During the game he realized all the times Rory was there for him, even when they had gotten into arguments. Like the time he had blamed her for losing the World Series and telling her he hated her. "I still love you Tristan so when you realize it wasn't my fault you lost the World Series and when you realize you don't hate me call me you know the number," The look on her face when she walked out of the apartment and went into her cab. Then he came running down the street after the cab yelling her name. She stepped out of the cab and told him "I knew there was a reason pitchers practice base running," with an easy smile gracing her lips. Then the time they had taken a horse carriage ride through the park and convinced her to jump into the fountain. "No," was her firm reply. "Come on Ror!" he begged. "Tristan, no! What if we get caught?"
"So?"
"I'm not going!"
"I had to do this but I have too," he picked her up and put him over her shoulder. "Tristan!" she yelled kicking her feet in the air. He stepped up into the fountain. "Put me down!" she screech and he did so. "Not in the fountain! I'm getting out," she moved to get out of the fountain but slipped backwards splashing into the fountain making her soaked. She then grabbed Tristan's arm and pulled him down with her. "Rory," he groaned. "You're the one who came up with the idea!" she exclaimed rolling her eyes at him. "It was my idea wasn't it?" he said grinning amused. "Yeah," she said leaning in and giving him a kiss. "I love you so much, Tristan,"
"I love you too Rory," was his reply and they kissed again. A flash of red lights interrupted their kiss along with a voice. "Please step out of the fountain,"
"I told you we'd get in trouble!" she hissed at him. "Remember Mary I love you,"
"Like that's a comfort to me," she grumbled. "500 dollars!" came out Rory's cry ten minutes later, still soaked to the skin. "It would have been if you weren't But, sir! This is Tristan DuGrey of the Red Sox!" he exclaimed in a high pitched voice while batting his eyelashes. "I did not!"
"Did too,"
"Did not!"
"Did too!"
"Well, at least I wasn't like Mr. Officer..sir.sir.could.could.could.I autograph something for you?"
"I did not stutter!"
"You so did!"
"But.I was freezing!" was his lame excuse. "Right." came her reply. Then, all the times she would steal his shirts from her. "Is that my shirt?" he questioned. "No,"
"Is too!"
"Is not! It's mine,"
"Am I going to have to tickle you for it?"
"Yes," she replied while sitting in the middle of the bed arms folded across her chest. He dived onto the bed trying to tickle her in the process. She pushed him away making him roll of the bed and land on the floor. Rory peered over the edge of the bed a nervous smile playing across her lips. "Come here you," he whispered. She slid off the bed and sat next to him. "Sorry Tris," she apologized to him with a laugh. "Right your sorry," he grumbled. "I am!"
"Are you really sorry?"
"I really am." she paused and then asked. "Will you kiss me already?"
"You betcha," his lips captured hers in a long romantic kiss. "Why was I the lucky one?" he whispered. She gave him a sideways glance. "What do you mean the 'lucky one'?"
"I mean you could've married anyone. Andy, Jess, Aaron, Dean."
"Because they weren't someone I wanted to spend the rest of my life with and you were. Heck, when you kiss me my foot pops up, that didn't happen with anyone else,"
In the middle of the night Tristan woke up and wished she was right there next to him wrapped in his arms just so he could smell that wonderful smell of hers and her silk like hair brush across his cheek. Sitting up he began to cry. He had cried many times within the last few days but the reality had suddenly hit him. Rory, his wonderful, perfect, love of his life Rory was in a coma. At the same time Lorelai was suddenly awakened. (She was staying at Rory and Tristan's apartment) She heard sobbing coming from his bedroom. Quickly, Lorelai found him sprawled on his bed crying his heart out. "Tristan everything gonna be alright,"
"What if something happens to her? I don't know what I'll do. I love her so much Lorelai I didn't even tell her I loved her that night on the phone. I was going to, I swear but something held me back,"
"Tristan, this is just as hard on me if not harder. I do have Shane, Landon and Tory at home but Rory's the one that helped me get out of Hartford society. We grew up together. You know that she's my best friend. She was my first kid and we still call each other about everything," Tristan had stopped crying now feeling both selfish and ever worse than before. "Lorelai.I'm sorry," They hugged and Lorelai shook her head. "It's okay kiddo, we'll get through this I promise we will,"
During the game he realized all the times Rory was there for him, even when they had gotten into arguments. Like the time he had blamed her for losing the World Series and telling her he hated her. "I still love you Tristan so when you realize it wasn't my fault you lost the World Series and when you realize you don't hate me call me you know the number," The look on her face when she walked out of the apartment and went into her cab. Then he came running down the street after the cab yelling her name. She stepped out of the cab and told him "I knew there was a reason pitchers practice base running," with an easy smile gracing her lips. Then the time they had taken a horse carriage ride through the park and convinced her to jump into the fountain. "No," was her firm reply. "Come on Ror!" he begged. "Tristan, no! What if we get caught?"
"So?"
"I'm not going!"
"I had to do this but I have too," he picked her up and put him over her shoulder. "Tristan!" she yelled kicking her feet in the air. He stepped up into the fountain. "Put me down!" she screech and he did so. "Not in the fountain! I'm getting out," she moved to get out of the fountain but slipped backwards splashing into the fountain making her soaked. She then grabbed Tristan's arm and pulled him down with her. "Rory," he groaned. "You're the one who came up with the idea!" she exclaimed rolling her eyes at him. "It was my idea wasn't it?" he said grinning amused. "Yeah," she said leaning in and giving him a kiss. "I love you so much, Tristan,"
"I love you too Rory," was his reply and they kissed again. A flash of red lights interrupted their kiss along with a voice. "Please step out of the fountain,"
"I told you we'd get in trouble!" she hissed at him. "Remember Mary I love you,"
"Like that's a comfort to me," she grumbled. "500 dollars!" came out Rory's cry ten minutes later, still soaked to the skin. "It would have been if you weren't But, sir! This is Tristan DuGrey of the Red Sox!" he exclaimed in a high pitched voice while batting his eyelashes. "I did not!"
"Did too,"
"Did not!"
"Did too!"
"Well, at least I wasn't like Mr. Officer..sir.sir.could.could.could.I autograph something for you?"
"I did not stutter!"
"You so did!"
"But.I was freezing!" was his lame excuse. "Right." came her reply. Then, all the times she would steal his shirts from her. "Is that my shirt?" he questioned. "No,"
"Is too!"
"Is not! It's mine,"
"Am I going to have to tickle you for it?"
"Yes," she replied while sitting in the middle of the bed arms folded across her chest. He dived onto the bed trying to tickle her in the process. She pushed him away making him roll of the bed and land on the floor. Rory peered over the edge of the bed a nervous smile playing across her lips. "Come here you," he whispered. She slid off the bed and sat next to him. "Sorry Tris," she apologized to him with a laugh. "Right your sorry," he grumbled. "I am!"
"Are you really sorry?"
"I really am." she paused and then asked. "Will you kiss me already?"
"You betcha," his lips captured hers in a long romantic kiss. "Why was I the lucky one?" he whispered. She gave him a sideways glance. "What do you mean the 'lucky one'?"
"I mean you could've married anyone. Andy, Jess, Aaron, Dean."
"Because they weren't someone I wanted to spend the rest of my life with and you were. Heck, when you kiss me my foot pops up, that didn't happen with anyone else,"
In the middle of the night Tristan woke up and wished she was right there next to him wrapped in his arms just so he could smell that wonderful smell of hers and her silk like hair brush across his cheek. Sitting up he began to cry. He had cried many times within the last few days but the reality had suddenly hit him. Rory, his wonderful, perfect, love of his life Rory was in a coma. At the same time Lorelai was suddenly awakened. (She was staying at Rory and Tristan's apartment) She heard sobbing coming from his bedroom. Quickly, Lorelai found him sprawled on his bed crying his heart out. "Tristan everything gonna be alright,"
"What if something happens to her? I don't know what I'll do. I love her so much Lorelai I didn't even tell her I loved her that night on the phone. I was going to, I swear but something held me back,"
"Tristan, this is just as hard on me if not harder. I do have Shane, Landon and Tory at home but Rory's the one that helped me get out of Hartford society. We grew up together. You know that she's my best friend. She was my first kid and we still call each other about everything," Tristan had stopped crying now feeling both selfish and ever worse than before. "Lorelai.I'm sorry," They hugged and Lorelai shook her head. "It's okay kiddo, we'll get through this I promise we will,"