Chapter 2- Ms. Charming May Just Have Charm
Hey I know the title makes no sense, yeah it doesn't even go with the story but hey I like it, so if it makes me happy! Yayay! Well read away! And this is going to get very interesting by the way, totally different from any other Trory, and trust me I've read just about every Trory. So if you wanna review please do (I do enjoy them but I'm not gonna beg) and constructive criticism is welcome, but hate letters, telling me how stupid I am letters, or hating one of my characters, they aren't allowed got it? ON WITH THE SHOW! OH AND THANKS FOR ALL THE WONDERFUL NEWS! I didn't know this was going to get such a great reaction!
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When she walked into the house she was greeted by an eerie silence. She dropped her bag on the hard floor, which made a cold clashing sound. Then she walked around the downstairs area observing the house, nothing had changed, it still had that sense as though you were in a museum and everything was untouchable. Nothing was homelike or welcoming, just cold, dark, and what was considered fashionable. After walking around a little while she went back and picked her bag up, then she slowly made her way up the stairs. There were some changes, but all of them were just following what was most likely in House and Home that month, nothing more then that. She entered her room and sure enough it was just how she left it, the big wooden canopy bed with its swooping curtains stayed just where it had been for the past five years, with its frilly sheets and the swooping curtains that's surrounded it. Her desk was untouched, everything put in the perfect spot; the bookcases were still there, as well as the big dark antique dresser. She flopped down on the bed and sighed, yes this was her life again and she was going to get used to it. Then she closed her eyes and drifted into sleep again.
Rory sat down on the couch, hugging her knees to her chest reading the letter over and over again. All thoughts about getting to school had just been completely wiped out of her head. She re-read it over and over again, trying to make sure that it was actually there, not just some crazy illusion she had thought up in her head. For what seemed like the 100th time she read it,
'Dear Rory-
I can almost imagine your face when you saw who this letter was from, for all I know you could have thrown it out and then these words that I am writing will never be read by you and will never mean anything to you. But I'm going to make myself think that you are reading this. You're probably wondering why I let two years go by with out any contact with you at all and now all of a sudden here I am writing to you, totally out of the blue. It may appear that way but it isn't. Well I guess first off I should start with the stuff that you're supposed to do when you haven't talked (or in our case written) to someone in a while. So basically that's the how are you, what has been new in your life, stuff. So I think you can answer that. Military school is actually more of a hell then Chilton is, if that's even imaginable.
Now that I've asked how you are and briefly said how I am I can explain why I'm writing right? This is going to come as a complete shock to you, an absolute shock. In about five seconds you, Rory Gilmore, will be sitting there with your mouth wide open, stunned, and speechless. Too bad I can't witness myself leaving you speechless, that really will deserve a reward won't it? (Rory grinned while reading this part knowing that while Tristan had been writing that sentence he had had his trademark smirk plastered on his face) But don't worry Mary; you can give it to me when I see you again (and yes I will see you again). Now I have to stop dawdling and actually tell you the truth. I haven't written you just this letter, I've written you probably hundreds of letters, but all of them ended up in the garbage, with me too scared to send them, too nervous about the response I'd get. You cross my mind constantly and no matter how hard I try I just can't stop thinking about you, when I wake up you're in my head, when I go to sleep you're in my head. You may not have known this but I fell for you back at Chilton, and not just your average falling but I fell for you hard. Yes, at first you were just a conquest, as you put it, 'another notch in my belt,' but then you wouldn't give in and I started to study you, to find about you. The next thing I knew I was in a hole and I still can't get out of it. You probably won't believe me but Rory to me you are more than just another conquest, you're the first girl that I haven't gotten, you're the first person I have ever truly cared about, even though I now only have thoughts and memories of you, you are like a motivator, because maybe, just maybe with everything I do, I can come a step closer to winning your heart. I don't know if you'll ever let me into your heart, hell after how horrible I was to you, you probably won't. That's another thing I have to explain but first I have to apologize about it. I'm sorry about how I treated you, I did treat you like just another slut that would hop into bed with anyone, and then when you wouldn't give in I started teasing you and resorted to third grade teasing. And I'm truly sorry about that because I know that it hurt you, I don't even know why I did it. It was just subconsciously what I told myself to do, because I was scared of showing the real me to anyone. And I know that's not an excuse but maybe somehow someday I can make it up to you. Maybe you don't feel the same way I feel about you. But I want to let you know that you're going to have to try a lot harder to get away, you'll always be in my heart for the rest of time. And Mary, I'll see you soon, somehow I will. Now I hope that I found the courage to actually send this letter and reach you. Please write back, but if you choose not to respond than I guess I'll understand, but I won't give up. And Rory, I miss you, I miss you a lot and I've missed you and I hope you miss me too.
Love,
Tristan'
Rory read the letter just once more; a smile was plastered on her face that wouldn't go away. Then all of a sudden she snapped back to reality, she was going to miss the bus. She folded the letter up quickly, put it back in its envelope and placed it under her pillow. Then she frantically pulled on her Chilton uniform, she grabbed her cup of coffee and her pop tart and rushed out of the door. She ran the whole way to the bus stop and when she was about fifty feet away from the bus it pulled out. She groaned and sat down on the bench, there was no way that she was going to get to school now. She trudged back home, angrily ripping at her pop tart. She changed out of her uniform and headed over to Luke's in sweatpants. She had never been absent before at Chilton, but only one time wouldn't hurt.
When she arrived at Luke's, Jess was at the counter. Rory sat down lazily on a stool, lay her head down on her arms and groaned.
"Someone is perky this morning," Jess said sarcastically. There had been an interval of time where they hadn't been speaking to each other, yet alone on friendly terms. But over time they had gotten over that and were once again friendly, this time though Rory didn't feel the attraction that she used to feel towards Jess, now he was just a friend.
"Uh-huh. And why aren't you at school? Your not cutting again, are you?"
"I could ask you the same question."
"Good point. Can I have coffee please!"
"I don't know can you," Jess said with a smile.
"Please don't resort to 1st grade comebacks."
"I didn't know that was a comeback."
"You know you annoy me. May I please I have a coffee?"
"Sure, you should have just asked that in the first place."
Rory scowled at him then grabbed a doughnut.
"So Ms. Charming what are you going to do today, since your skipping school and all."
"I'm not deliberately skipping school, I missed the bus, but I think I'm just going to go home and study."
"See you really are no fun."
"I'll see you at lunch then?" Rory asked as she stood up.
"I dunno, probably, I mean I do work here, but you wouldn't know that after all it is your first time here."
"Cut the smart ass routine."
"Bye to you too!" Jess called after her.
Rory went back home and found that she couldn't study at all so she ended up just falling back asleep again.
Felicity was woken up by the sound of the door opening and her mother saying in what was supposed to be an excited tone, "Felicity, Darling!"
Felicity rubbed her eyes and got up then gingerly hugged her mother and said, "Mother."
"It is so good to have you back home. Oh how you'll love Chilton! And we can have parties and everything."
"Sure," Felicity said trying to hold back the sarcasm, which was simply begging to roll off of her tongue.
"Well then darling you simply must go shopping, you can take Tristan's car and go wherever you like."
"Okay sure and now that you bring up the subject of Tristan."
"We'll talk about it later, I have an appointment to get to at the salon," Mrs. Dugrey said hurriedly before shutting the door behind her.
This was going to be harder than Felicity thought. Her parents obviously weren't going to want to talk about Tristan, but Felicity would get it out of them. She changed into a pair of jeans and a long sleeved green shirt, grabbed her purse and the keys to Tristan's car. Then she walked out of the house, over to Tristan's car. She hadn't driven in so long, she was driving towards her favorite boutique when she realized she hadn't had breakfast yet, she swerved off the road when she saw a Starbucks and walked in.
The weekend went by fast for Rory; she spent it with Lane, Jess and her mom and of course had movie night. Loralei was thrilled to find out that Rory had actually missed a day of school and because of that she insisted that they go out to celebrate by having huge sundaes. Any other mother would have been disappointed. Rory felt the bus pull to a stop. She looked up and realized it was Chilton; she put her book away, slung her book bag over her shoulder and walked off the bus. She walked up to her locker and started to put books away. When she closed her locker she saw a new face, it was a girl definitely her age, who was putting books into the locker next to hers.
Felicity had been studying the girl next to her; she had a sweet face, brown hair and didn't seem like all the other rude, obnoxious and materialistic girls that she already knew Chilton housed. When the girl turned and looked at her, Felicity decided to take advantage of the moment, after all she should try to at least make one friend.
"Hi, I'm Felicity," she said.
"Hi, I'm Rory, actually I'm Loralei Gilmore, but I'm called Rory. You're new here aren't you?"
"Yeah, I used to go to boarding school, but now look, lucky me here I am," she said rolling her eyes.
Rory laughed, she already like this girl, "What class do you have first?"
"English Lit."
"Oh that's my class, come on lets go."
"Okay," Felicity said smiling, she hoped this girl would turn out to be a friend, she seemed so sweet.
Rory and Felicity had just met for the first time, neither of them knowing what the future had in store for those two. They walked down the hallway together towards Mr. Rosenbaum's classroom, talking to each other and giggling. Both of them liking each other already.
************************************************************************ Hey I know it's pretty short, not like the 1st chapter. But hey they finally met! YAY! Well I know there isn't a lot of Troryness yet but there will be eventually, you just have to be patient, I'm going to do a bit more about Tristan's life in military school but also umm I'm going to have to work a lot on Felicity's and Rory's relationship, you guys have no idea how close or how much they are going to hate each other. Yeah this going to be a long fic and Tristan probably won't arrive for well who knows how long, he may not arrive till well actually never mind I don't want to spoil it! So the whole review thing is the same as above, but its great if you just read it but reviews are really appreciated cause it lets me know what people think!
Love, Peace, and Chicken Grease
-Anna
Hey I know the title makes no sense, yeah it doesn't even go with the story but hey I like it, so if it makes me happy! Yayay! Well read away! And this is going to get very interesting by the way, totally different from any other Trory, and trust me I've read just about every Trory. So if you wanna review please do (I do enjoy them but I'm not gonna beg) and constructive criticism is welcome, but hate letters, telling me how stupid I am letters, or hating one of my characters, they aren't allowed got it? ON WITH THE SHOW! OH AND THANKS FOR ALL THE WONDERFUL NEWS! I didn't know this was going to get such a great reaction!
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When she walked into the house she was greeted by an eerie silence. She dropped her bag on the hard floor, which made a cold clashing sound. Then she walked around the downstairs area observing the house, nothing had changed, it still had that sense as though you were in a museum and everything was untouchable. Nothing was homelike or welcoming, just cold, dark, and what was considered fashionable. After walking around a little while she went back and picked her bag up, then she slowly made her way up the stairs. There were some changes, but all of them were just following what was most likely in House and Home that month, nothing more then that. She entered her room and sure enough it was just how she left it, the big wooden canopy bed with its swooping curtains stayed just where it had been for the past five years, with its frilly sheets and the swooping curtains that's surrounded it. Her desk was untouched, everything put in the perfect spot; the bookcases were still there, as well as the big dark antique dresser. She flopped down on the bed and sighed, yes this was her life again and she was going to get used to it. Then she closed her eyes and drifted into sleep again.
Rory sat down on the couch, hugging her knees to her chest reading the letter over and over again. All thoughts about getting to school had just been completely wiped out of her head. She re-read it over and over again, trying to make sure that it was actually there, not just some crazy illusion she had thought up in her head. For what seemed like the 100th time she read it,
'Dear Rory-
I can almost imagine your face when you saw who this letter was from, for all I know you could have thrown it out and then these words that I am writing will never be read by you and will never mean anything to you. But I'm going to make myself think that you are reading this. You're probably wondering why I let two years go by with out any contact with you at all and now all of a sudden here I am writing to you, totally out of the blue. It may appear that way but it isn't. Well I guess first off I should start with the stuff that you're supposed to do when you haven't talked (or in our case written) to someone in a while. So basically that's the how are you, what has been new in your life, stuff. So I think you can answer that. Military school is actually more of a hell then Chilton is, if that's even imaginable.
Now that I've asked how you are and briefly said how I am I can explain why I'm writing right? This is going to come as a complete shock to you, an absolute shock. In about five seconds you, Rory Gilmore, will be sitting there with your mouth wide open, stunned, and speechless. Too bad I can't witness myself leaving you speechless, that really will deserve a reward won't it? (Rory grinned while reading this part knowing that while Tristan had been writing that sentence he had had his trademark smirk plastered on his face) But don't worry Mary; you can give it to me when I see you again (and yes I will see you again). Now I have to stop dawdling and actually tell you the truth. I haven't written you just this letter, I've written you probably hundreds of letters, but all of them ended up in the garbage, with me too scared to send them, too nervous about the response I'd get. You cross my mind constantly and no matter how hard I try I just can't stop thinking about you, when I wake up you're in my head, when I go to sleep you're in my head. You may not have known this but I fell for you back at Chilton, and not just your average falling but I fell for you hard. Yes, at first you were just a conquest, as you put it, 'another notch in my belt,' but then you wouldn't give in and I started to study you, to find about you. The next thing I knew I was in a hole and I still can't get out of it. You probably won't believe me but Rory to me you are more than just another conquest, you're the first girl that I haven't gotten, you're the first person I have ever truly cared about, even though I now only have thoughts and memories of you, you are like a motivator, because maybe, just maybe with everything I do, I can come a step closer to winning your heart. I don't know if you'll ever let me into your heart, hell after how horrible I was to you, you probably won't. That's another thing I have to explain but first I have to apologize about it. I'm sorry about how I treated you, I did treat you like just another slut that would hop into bed with anyone, and then when you wouldn't give in I started teasing you and resorted to third grade teasing. And I'm truly sorry about that because I know that it hurt you, I don't even know why I did it. It was just subconsciously what I told myself to do, because I was scared of showing the real me to anyone. And I know that's not an excuse but maybe somehow someday I can make it up to you. Maybe you don't feel the same way I feel about you. But I want to let you know that you're going to have to try a lot harder to get away, you'll always be in my heart for the rest of time. And Mary, I'll see you soon, somehow I will. Now I hope that I found the courage to actually send this letter and reach you. Please write back, but if you choose not to respond than I guess I'll understand, but I won't give up. And Rory, I miss you, I miss you a lot and I've missed you and I hope you miss me too.
Love,
Tristan'
Rory read the letter just once more; a smile was plastered on her face that wouldn't go away. Then all of a sudden she snapped back to reality, she was going to miss the bus. She folded the letter up quickly, put it back in its envelope and placed it under her pillow. Then she frantically pulled on her Chilton uniform, she grabbed her cup of coffee and her pop tart and rushed out of the door. She ran the whole way to the bus stop and when she was about fifty feet away from the bus it pulled out. She groaned and sat down on the bench, there was no way that she was going to get to school now. She trudged back home, angrily ripping at her pop tart. She changed out of her uniform and headed over to Luke's in sweatpants. She had never been absent before at Chilton, but only one time wouldn't hurt.
When she arrived at Luke's, Jess was at the counter. Rory sat down lazily on a stool, lay her head down on her arms and groaned.
"Someone is perky this morning," Jess said sarcastically. There had been an interval of time where they hadn't been speaking to each other, yet alone on friendly terms. But over time they had gotten over that and were once again friendly, this time though Rory didn't feel the attraction that she used to feel towards Jess, now he was just a friend.
"Uh-huh. And why aren't you at school? Your not cutting again, are you?"
"I could ask you the same question."
"Good point. Can I have coffee please!"
"I don't know can you," Jess said with a smile.
"Please don't resort to 1st grade comebacks."
"I didn't know that was a comeback."
"You know you annoy me. May I please I have a coffee?"
"Sure, you should have just asked that in the first place."
Rory scowled at him then grabbed a doughnut.
"So Ms. Charming what are you going to do today, since your skipping school and all."
"I'm not deliberately skipping school, I missed the bus, but I think I'm just going to go home and study."
"See you really are no fun."
"I'll see you at lunch then?" Rory asked as she stood up.
"I dunno, probably, I mean I do work here, but you wouldn't know that after all it is your first time here."
"Cut the smart ass routine."
"Bye to you too!" Jess called after her.
Rory went back home and found that she couldn't study at all so she ended up just falling back asleep again.
Felicity was woken up by the sound of the door opening and her mother saying in what was supposed to be an excited tone, "Felicity, Darling!"
Felicity rubbed her eyes and got up then gingerly hugged her mother and said, "Mother."
"It is so good to have you back home. Oh how you'll love Chilton! And we can have parties and everything."
"Sure," Felicity said trying to hold back the sarcasm, which was simply begging to roll off of her tongue.
"Well then darling you simply must go shopping, you can take Tristan's car and go wherever you like."
"Okay sure and now that you bring up the subject of Tristan."
"We'll talk about it later, I have an appointment to get to at the salon," Mrs. Dugrey said hurriedly before shutting the door behind her.
This was going to be harder than Felicity thought. Her parents obviously weren't going to want to talk about Tristan, but Felicity would get it out of them. She changed into a pair of jeans and a long sleeved green shirt, grabbed her purse and the keys to Tristan's car. Then she walked out of the house, over to Tristan's car. She hadn't driven in so long, she was driving towards her favorite boutique when she realized she hadn't had breakfast yet, she swerved off the road when she saw a Starbucks and walked in.
The weekend went by fast for Rory; she spent it with Lane, Jess and her mom and of course had movie night. Loralei was thrilled to find out that Rory had actually missed a day of school and because of that she insisted that they go out to celebrate by having huge sundaes. Any other mother would have been disappointed. Rory felt the bus pull to a stop. She looked up and realized it was Chilton; she put her book away, slung her book bag over her shoulder and walked off the bus. She walked up to her locker and started to put books away. When she closed her locker she saw a new face, it was a girl definitely her age, who was putting books into the locker next to hers.
Felicity had been studying the girl next to her; she had a sweet face, brown hair and didn't seem like all the other rude, obnoxious and materialistic girls that she already knew Chilton housed. When the girl turned and looked at her, Felicity decided to take advantage of the moment, after all she should try to at least make one friend.
"Hi, I'm Felicity," she said.
"Hi, I'm Rory, actually I'm Loralei Gilmore, but I'm called Rory. You're new here aren't you?"
"Yeah, I used to go to boarding school, but now look, lucky me here I am," she said rolling her eyes.
Rory laughed, she already like this girl, "What class do you have first?"
"English Lit."
"Oh that's my class, come on lets go."
"Okay," Felicity said smiling, she hoped this girl would turn out to be a friend, she seemed so sweet.
Rory and Felicity had just met for the first time, neither of them knowing what the future had in store for those two. They walked down the hallway together towards Mr. Rosenbaum's classroom, talking to each other and giggling. Both of them liking each other already.
************************************************************************ Hey I know it's pretty short, not like the 1st chapter. But hey they finally met! YAY! Well I know there isn't a lot of Troryness yet but there will be eventually, you just have to be patient, I'm going to do a bit more about Tristan's life in military school but also umm I'm going to have to work a lot on Felicity's and Rory's relationship, you guys have no idea how close or how much they are going to hate each other. Yeah this going to be a long fic and Tristan probably won't arrive for well who knows how long, he may not arrive till well actually never mind I don't want to spoil it! So the whole review thing is the same as above, but its great if you just read it but reviews are really appreciated cause it lets me know what people think!
Love, Peace, and Chicken Grease
-Anna