How Do I Make You Understand?
A/N: I just wanted to say thanks to all of you who reviewed, it really helps to know what you guys think!!! Oh, and sorry about making Mr. Medina act like such a jerk. I know it was a little immature, but it was sort of necessary…and I felt like it. J
The next morning Tristan woke up with refreshed determination. He had finally realized what he wanted…what he needed. And basically, it was simple. Rory. He needed Rory. He wanted to be with her, hold her, kiss her, be the one she turned to for comfort, be her…everything. However, the task of making Rory realize that he cared for her would not be so easy, especially considering that when he was around her he had a tendency to speak without thinking, which often got him in trouble. But he needed her to finally understand that to him, she wasn't just another one of his games. So in order to do this, Tristan was going to try to be extra nice, and more…careful with his words. After all, how could he get her to come to any sort of understand with him, if she couldn't stand to talk to him for five minutes???
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As usual, Rory's day started off hectically. Lorelai was late for work…again, and supposedly couldn't find anything to wear, although considering the size of her closet that was a little hard to believe. So of course her wonderful daughter Rory had to help her pick out an outfit, therefore making Rory late for her bus. Rory then had to take the Jeep, leaving her with how much time to pick up her precious coffee?? That's right, you guessed it, none. Therefore, by the time Rory arrived at Chilton, or as she liked to call it, 'Hell', not only was she running late, tired, and cranky; but she was coffee-deprived as well. Never a good combination in a Gilmore. Of course, after that, her day instantly started to decline. First she realized that she had left all of her Chemistry notes at home, and they had a quiz today. That means that she would have to beg them off of Paris, which could be done, but not easily. Then when she got to her locker, it refused to open. Typical.
'Damn locker. Today of all days, you just can't open can you? I mean, come on, give me a break you stupid thing. Fine if you won't open, I'll just stand here and wait patiently…trust me you'll crack first… God, what am I doing? I'm standing around in the middle of the hallway talking to the locker in my head. Maybe Luke's right. Maybe we do need psychiatric help. Okay, one more try. Here goes…"
As he entered the building, the first thing Tristan did, as always, was to look around for Rory. You know, he just wanted to see what she was up to. He chuckled at what he saw. Rory seemed to be having an argument with her locker, and was on the losing end. He walked over and hit the locker, making it pop open instantly. Rory hesitated, and then without her even looking over her shoulder to see who the magician was, Tristan heard a quiet, "Thanks Tristan…"
"Any time, Rory…" Tristan replied, quickly covering up a lewd remark that had been about to exit his mouth.
"What's up, DuGrey? You never call me Rory…why the sudden change? What are you plotting? Come on, out with it. I need to know if I need to get those hedge clippers ready…"
Tristan paused, trying to rethink what he exactly it was that he wanted to say. This morning he had perfected a speech, but of course, none of that was coming to mind now. "I..um…well, you see…"
Rory looked worried. "Tristan, are you okay? Are you feeling okay?" Never before had she heard Tristan DuGrey stutter. He was always so calm and poised. What was it that could bring down the mighty DuGrey?
"Rory, I was just wondering…I was just wondering if we could start over. We had a really crappy beginning, you and I. I want to be friends, I want you to trust me—"
"Tristan, cut the crap. You're up to something, I can feel it. Why would you possibly want to be friends with me; it's not as if you've ever tried before. Why try now?"
"Goddammit, Rory! Can't you see I'm trying here??? You're different. You're the only one in this whole goddamn place who doesn't give a crap what everybody else thinks! You're the only one who hasn't been affected by the society that we live in! You're the only one who's not cold and bitter like the rest of us! Who wouldn't want to be friends with you???"
"Trist—" Rory tried to cut in.
"No. Save it, Rory. I wanted to be your friend. I thought you were different. I thought maybe we could finally put our differences aside. But I guess you're just too high and mighty to sink down to my level, huh? See you around, MARY," Tristan smirked, trying to reveal the hurt that was building up inside him. He started to walk down the hall, trying to get away. But he could never get away…
"Tris, wait!!!" Rory caught up to him, and yanked on his sleeve, pulling him around so fast they almost collided. "Don't leave. I'm sorry… I've just had a really bad day so far, and I took it out on you. It wasn't fair to you, I know…but if you're still willing…I'd like to take you up on your offer, that is if it's still open." Rory looked up at him, her eyes full of hope.
"It can't be like this, Rory. You can't just brush me aside when you feel like it. You have to trust me."
"Please, Tristan, just give me another chance," Rory pleaded.
Tristan paused and thought about it. Soon, Rory could see the developments of a smirk growing on his face. "You just have to be with me, don't you Ror??"
"That's right, Tristan, I just couldn't wait." Rory rolled her eyes…
"Want to go for coffee after school? My treat, a celebration…"
"Louis, I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship…."