Not So Simple Anymore
Disclaimer: I don't own the wonderful couple: Tristan and Rory.. I wish but nor do I own the song A Moment Like This by Kelly Clarkson.
Author's Note: REVIEW, REVIEW, And REVIEW!! (Did I mention review?)
Part 4: His first love, her first kiss.
Over the next few weeks Rory and Tristan's friendship was blossoming having them become the 'dynamic duo'. They could out-smart; outwit anyone- together, in projects and school. Even against Paris who was now half- enemy, half-friends with Rory more enemy because of the amount time Rory spent with Tristan, still Paris's crush. Lorelai still remained cool towards Tristan. Her distaste for Tristan was rooted deeper than his being his Hartford society circles, since it wasn't his fault after all.whenever she saw Rory with Tristan in their Chilton uniforms around Stars Hollow and in the Gilmore home it took her back to circa 1983, with Christopher and herself.
Here Rory was at a Chilton party. Why? She didn't know, but then she remembered last week's Friday night dinner. The afternoon of the infamous Gilmore dinners Emily Gilmore had gone to Kitty Charleston's home for an afternoon cup of tea. Kitty had just happened to mention her husband's concern of her lack of social engagements at Chilton and her lack of new friends, besides Tristan. After Lorelai had heard this she had stolen Rory's backpack and searched through it to find a flier advertising a party. After Lorelai's begging, Lane's persuading and Tristan's pleading she had agreed to go. Lane had soon left her to dance with, Henry she seemed to recall his name was. But, Tristan she hadn't managed to find him yet that evening. It made her upset since he had promised her he was going to be the one sitting next to her on the couch listening to her complaints about how lame the party was and then she spotted him across the room listening to some guy telling him some boring story she bet. His face plainly screamed 'Save me' and Rory had to stifle a laugh.
As the guy in front of him rambled on about Summer-in bed, of course he scanned the room as if looking for the girl in topic of conversation. He saw her busy flaunting her ass in front of James Baldwin who didn't seem to mind at all. Disgusted, his eyes continued to scan the room when he spotted her, Rory Gilmore. She was sitting on the couch book in lap, soda in hand. No one seemed to notice her, which was good for his part. He excused himself from whatever his name was and strolled over to the couch. "What a girl like you sitting on the couch, alone?" he drawled while watching her cringe; her face a mixture of unhappiness and pain. "Reading," was her response. "May I join you?" she looked up to see Tristan smirking at her. "You can but don't bring your Texan friend!" she teased and so he sat. "I fooled you though," he unnecessarily pointed out, making her roll her eyes in response but continued to read, ignoring his entire presence as she turned a page in her book. "You know it's impolite not to talk to someone who's come over to talk,"
"I'm reading," she responded to his complaint. Then the song 'A Moment Like This' came on. (A/N: I know, I know this song didn't come out until like September but it's fitting for the story) "I love this song!" she exclaimed, her eyes sparkling but he shook his head. "Why not?"
"I can't dance," he mumbled. "What was that?" she asked turning his face with her hand to look at her. "I can't dance," he clarified for her. "Anyone can dance!"
"No.." he protested but Rory remained obstinate with it, she was going to teach Tristan how to dance. "Put your hands here," she instructed grabbing his hands and put them around her waist. She then wrapped her own arms around his neck. "Now you just sway basically," she explained to him. They danced well for a second until he stepped on her foot. "Ouch," she gasped. "Sorry," he said with a sheepish embarrassed smile. "It's okay," Everything changes but beauty remains
Something so tender
I can't explain
Well I may be dreaming but till I awake
Can we make this dream last forever
And I'll cherish all the love we share A moment like this
Some people wait a lifetime
For a moment like this
Some people search forever
For that one special kiss
Oh I can't believe it's happening to me
Some people wait a lifetime for a moment like this "You know the part in this song 'some people search forever for that one special kiss'?" he asked her. "Uh huh," came her reply. "Well I don't think I have to search any further," he whispered and then he kissed her. When he pulled away Rory leaned in closer to him as he uttered those three dangerous life-altering words. "I love you," he admitted to her. "Tristan." he stiffened at her tone of voice. "If you don't feel the same Rory just tell me," he growled coldly. "You didn't let me finish my sentence, because Tristan, I love you too," His eyes widened at her confession. She smiled up at him and decided he wanted to leave the stifling environment of a Chilton party. Rory had been right when she had complained she didn't want to go. "Let's get out of here," he whispered as the song faded out and a fast song began. "I can't leave Lane here by herself,"
"We'll be back before eleven," he promised. "I guess, but where are we going?"
"Starbucks," was his response. "What are we waiting for, then?" came Rory's excited reply. Before they left Lane stopped and told Lane where she was going, handing over the jeep's keys in the process. Then, the two of them left.
Four and a half cups of coffee later Rory was getting bored. "Can we go somewhere?" she begged Tristan who held her hand. "Sure, I have the perfect place," he ordered two more coffees, to go this time. Rory had no idea where they were going but it was wonderful being with him, being able to lean over and kiss him without worrying about how he would react. He pulled into a random field from what she could tell. He got out and ran over to the other side to open the door for Rory. He took her hand, kissed it and then helped her out. "Are you all right?" she asked laughing at his weirdness. "Quick, we have to sit on the car roof,"
"Why?"
"So we won't miss the meteor shower," he hopped onto the hood of the car and helped Rory up, again. They sat on the roof; the only sound was their breathing which was coming out as white puffs. She shivered while Tristan scooted over to her and put his arm around her, pulling her close. "Is that better?"
"Much," she replied snuggling even closer to him. "Thanks for falling in love with me," she whispered. "Anyone would be lucky to have you," came his answer making her wince at a memory of her wanting to kill herself because no one loved her. She had been standing in front of the bathroom mirror- pills in hand when the phone had rang. It was Tristan, so she confessed what she had been thinking about doing. He had come over in an record time of twenty minutes. All of a sudden she was crying. "Rory?" he asked concerned. "Thanks for saving me.if you hadn't called," she stopped seeing his pained expression of the memory. "Sorry," she muttered and he grasped her hand even tighter. "I'm just glad I called in time because without you I wouldn't have a reason to live," he whispered. "I love you Tristan," she said quietly while kissing him on the nose. "I have an idea," he said suddenly climbing off the roof of the car and turning the car back on. He turned on the radio to full blast and the song was 'A Moment like This'. He climbed back onto the roof, grabbed Rory's hand and pulled her up to stand. "Teach me how to dance?" he asked hopefully. "Of course, Tristan! Now."
A/N: Kind of cheesy, I know but hey! I like it this way.please review! (
Disclaimer: I don't own the wonderful couple: Tristan and Rory.. I wish but nor do I own the song A Moment Like This by Kelly Clarkson.
Author's Note: REVIEW, REVIEW, And REVIEW!! (Did I mention review?)
Part 4: His first love, her first kiss.
Over the next few weeks Rory and Tristan's friendship was blossoming having them become the 'dynamic duo'. They could out-smart; outwit anyone- together, in projects and school. Even against Paris who was now half- enemy, half-friends with Rory more enemy because of the amount time Rory spent with Tristan, still Paris's crush. Lorelai still remained cool towards Tristan. Her distaste for Tristan was rooted deeper than his being his Hartford society circles, since it wasn't his fault after all.whenever she saw Rory with Tristan in their Chilton uniforms around Stars Hollow and in the Gilmore home it took her back to circa 1983, with Christopher and herself.
Here Rory was at a Chilton party. Why? She didn't know, but then she remembered last week's Friday night dinner. The afternoon of the infamous Gilmore dinners Emily Gilmore had gone to Kitty Charleston's home for an afternoon cup of tea. Kitty had just happened to mention her husband's concern of her lack of social engagements at Chilton and her lack of new friends, besides Tristan. After Lorelai had heard this she had stolen Rory's backpack and searched through it to find a flier advertising a party. After Lorelai's begging, Lane's persuading and Tristan's pleading she had agreed to go. Lane had soon left her to dance with, Henry she seemed to recall his name was. But, Tristan she hadn't managed to find him yet that evening. It made her upset since he had promised her he was going to be the one sitting next to her on the couch listening to her complaints about how lame the party was and then she spotted him across the room listening to some guy telling him some boring story she bet. His face plainly screamed 'Save me' and Rory had to stifle a laugh.
As the guy in front of him rambled on about Summer-in bed, of course he scanned the room as if looking for the girl in topic of conversation. He saw her busy flaunting her ass in front of James Baldwin who didn't seem to mind at all. Disgusted, his eyes continued to scan the room when he spotted her, Rory Gilmore. She was sitting on the couch book in lap, soda in hand. No one seemed to notice her, which was good for his part. He excused himself from whatever his name was and strolled over to the couch. "What a girl like you sitting on the couch, alone?" he drawled while watching her cringe; her face a mixture of unhappiness and pain. "Reading," was her response. "May I join you?" she looked up to see Tristan smirking at her. "You can but don't bring your Texan friend!" she teased and so he sat. "I fooled you though," he unnecessarily pointed out, making her roll her eyes in response but continued to read, ignoring his entire presence as she turned a page in her book. "You know it's impolite not to talk to someone who's come over to talk,"
"I'm reading," she responded to his complaint. Then the song 'A Moment Like This' came on. (A/N: I know, I know this song didn't come out until like September but it's fitting for the story) "I love this song!" she exclaimed, her eyes sparkling but he shook his head. "Why not?"
"I can't dance," he mumbled. "What was that?" she asked turning his face with her hand to look at her. "I can't dance," he clarified for her. "Anyone can dance!"
"No.." he protested but Rory remained obstinate with it, she was going to teach Tristan how to dance. "Put your hands here," she instructed grabbing his hands and put them around her waist. She then wrapped her own arms around his neck. "Now you just sway basically," she explained to him. They danced well for a second until he stepped on her foot. "Ouch," she gasped. "Sorry," he said with a sheepish embarrassed smile. "It's okay," Everything changes but beauty remains
Something so tender
I can't explain
Well I may be dreaming but till I awake
Can we make this dream last forever
And I'll cherish all the love we share A moment like this
Some people wait a lifetime
For a moment like this
Some people search forever
For that one special kiss
Oh I can't believe it's happening to me
Some people wait a lifetime for a moment like this "You know the part in this song 'some people search forever for that one special kiss'?" he asked her. "Uh huh," came her reply. "Well I don't think I have to search any further," he whispered and then he kissed her. When he pulled away Rory leaned in closer to him as he uttered those three dangerous life-altering words. "I love you," he admitted to her. "Tristan." he stiffened at her tone of voice. "If you don't feel the same Rory just tell me," he growled coldly. "You didn't let me finish my sentence, because Tristan, I love you too," His eyes widened at her confession. She smiled up at him and decided he wanted to leave the stifling environment of a Chilton party. Rory had been right when she had complained she didn't want to go. "Let's get out of here," he whispered as the song faded out and a fast song began. "I can't leave Lane here by herself,"
"We'll be back before eleven," he promised. "I guess, but where are we going?"
"Starbucks," was his response. "What are we waiting for, then?" came Rory's excited reply. Before they left Lane stopped and told Lane where she was going, handing over the jeep's keys in the process. Then, the two of them left.
Four and a half cups of coffee later Rory was getting bored. "Can we go somewhere?" she begged Tristan who held her hand. "Sure, I have the perfect place," he ordered two more coffees, to go this time. Rory had no idea where they were going but it was wonderful being with him, being able to lean over and kiss him without worrying about how he would react. He pulled into a random field from what she could tell. He got out and ran over to the other side to open the door for Rory. He took her hand, kissed it and then helped her out. "Are you all right?" she asked laughing at his weirdness. "Quick, we have to sit on the car roof,"
"Why?"
"So we won't miss the meteor shower," he hopped onto the hood of the car and helped Rory up, again. They sat on the roof; the only sound was their breathing which was coming out as white puffs. She shivered while Tristan scooted over to her and put his arm around her, pulling her close. "Is that better?"
"Much," she replied snuggling even closer to him. "Thanks for falling in love with me," she whispered. "Anyone would be lucky to have you," came his answer making her wince at a memory of her wanting to kill herself because no one loved her. She had been standing in front of the bathroom mirror- pills in hand when the phone had rang. It was Tristan, so she confessed what she had been thinking about doing. He had come over in an record time of twenty minutes. All of a sudden she was crying. "Rory?" he asked concerned. "Thanks for saving me.if you hadn't called," she stopped seeing his pained expression of the memory. "Sorry," she muttered and he grasped her hand even tighter. "I'm just glad I called in time because without you I wouldn't have a reason to live," he whispered. "I love you Tristan," she said quietly while kissing him on the nose. "I have an idea," he said suddenly climbing off the roof of the car and turning the car back on. He turned on the radio to full blast and the song was 'A Moment like This'. He climbed back onto the roof, grabbed Rory's hand and pulled her up to stand. "Teach me how to dance?" he asked hopefully. "Of course, Tristan! Now."
A/N: Kind of cheesy, I know but hey! I like it this way.please review! (