Not so Simple Anymore
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Chapter 6: Secret Love
Between Second and Third Period-
She knocked the knock Tristan had told her to do. The door swung open and then quickly shut behind her. His lips found hers and her kissed her, more wanting less giving. "Hey," she whispered breathlessly as her hands found his and she laced her fingers through them. "Rory, I can't do this," he admitted. "What do you mean?"
"Every time, I see you I want to kiss you,"
"I wish you could," she said wistfully. She kissed him trying to forget they were in a janitor's closet that smelled horrible. "I have to go to class," she said sadly giving him one more kiss and then she was gone. He sighed wishing Lorelai didn't hate him.
Tristan approached Rory from behind and grabbed her headphones. She turned around to see Tristan grinning the 'cat-got-the-canary' grin. "You scared me!" he smiled while sitting across from her at the lunch table and then put his hand under the table to hold hers. She smiled at the contact of their skin but wished it were more. 'I love you,' he mouthed and she mouthed the same back. James, Charles and Eric came to join them, as did Paris, Madeline and Louise, forcing the couple to drop their hands. Chatter filled the table so it went unnoticed to the secret glances they exchanged between each other.
The Rest of the week was filled with secret meetings, secret glances and secret kisses. Tristan even reserved the dark room a few times, which was better than the closets that had first met in for their make-out sessions. Rumors spread viciously about Tristan's new love interest from an exchange student from France, a Chilton teacher and even a Chilton parent. Every morning Rory would find a cup of coffee in her locker making the girls whisper about whom she was dating, as well. She would then glance across the hall to find Tristan leaning against his locker talking to his friends and stealing a glance in-between at Rory.
It was Friday night and Lorelai was driving them to their weekly dinner at the elder Gilmore home. Awkward silence filled the car the only sound was the radio softly playing in the background. They arrived on time for once surprising Emily. Rory's heart ached when she realized they wouldn't be able to joke about Emily's being unprepared for them. "What would you like to drink, Rory?" Emily asked her. "Soda, please," was her request. "Lorelai?"
"White wine,"
"Excuse me, Mrs. Gilmore?" another new maid Rory presumed questioned her grandmother. "Yes, Mary?" Rory almost choked on her drink when the name Mary was mentioned. "Dinner is served," they headed into the dining room and Rory noticed a place wasn't set at her grandfather's end of the table. "Where's grandpa?" she asked. "He's in Canada," came Emily's simple reply. Rory willed her mother to crack a joke but Lorelai remained silent. "How was the party, Rory?"
"Great," came Rory's cheerful reply. "Yeah, Great," Lorelai said sarcastically. "Did you stay for the whole thing?"
"Oh, no I went out to coffee and then stargazing,"
"With whom?" Rory swallowed while nervously looked at Lorelai. "Tristan DuGrey," she said softly. "Isn't he that trouble maker at Chilton?" Before Rory could even open her mouth in response Lorelai was in total bitch mode. "Yes, mother but don't worry I told her she couldn't see him anymore,"
"Good," Emily approved. "I don't believe this," muttered Rory angrily excusing herself from the table. The brisk air made her feel wonderful. It was exhilarating like no one could stop her from doing anything. She sat on the back steps letting her mind go and wander places where she never thought she could go. Her cell phone rang making her mind land somewhere solid. "Hello?"
"Hey, you," he greeted. "Is so glad you called dinner was horrible! Grandma agreed with Lorelai for me not to see you," Tristan sighed knowing how hard it was for Rory to live with his burden. "I'm so sorry.if only my rep wasn't so over-exaggerated," he said softly. "I'll see you tomorrow?" she asked avoiding the topic of his reputation, knowing in her heart she agreed- his pretentious reputation was something she had learned was in the past, and she didn't want to dig it up again. "Tomorrow night at the country club in the garden," he responded making Rory smile. "See you then," she promised clicking her cell phone off. She then heard footsteps behind her and she turned to find Lorelai. "We're going," was all Lorelai said and then suddenly Rory was overridden with guilt-guilt over the fight, the secret dating and even the secret phone calls. She wanted to tell Lorelai everything from the moment she had shared her first kiss with Tristan and the most romantic week of her life that had just occurred. But she couldn't because in Lorelai's eyes Tristan was no better than scum on the bottom of her shoe, but he wasn't to Rory at least. For the moment he was the best thing in her life and she wanted to share that happiness with her mother, but Lorelai hated her for what she had done the night of the party, which was nothing, but Lorelai wouldn't believe her.
To be Continued.
Author's Note: Please Review!!! (
Chapter 6: Secret Love
Between Second and Third Period-
She knocked the knock Tristan had told her to do. The door swung open and then quickly shut behind her. His lips found hers and her kissed her, more wanting less giving. "Hey," she whispered breathlessly as her hands found his and she laced her fingers through them. "Rory, I can't do this," he admitted. "What do you mean?"
"Every time, I see you I want to kiss you,"
"I wish you could," she said wistfully. She kissed him trying to forget they were in a janitor's closet that smelled horrible. "I have to go to class," she said sadly giving him one more kiss and then she was gone. He sighed wishing Lorelai didn't hate him.
Tristan approached Rory from behind and grabbed her headphones. She turned around to see Tristan grinning the 'cat-got-the-canary' grin. "You scared me!" he smiled while sitting across from her at the lunch table and then put his hand under the table to hold hers. She smiled at the contact of their skin but wished it were more. 'I love you,' he mouthed and she mouthed the same back. James, Charles and Eric came to join them, as did Paris, Madeline and Louise, forcing the couple to drop their hands. Chatter filled the table so it went unnoticed to the secret glances they exchanged between each other.
The Rest of the week was filled with secret meetings, secret glances and secret kisses. Tristan even reserved the dark room a few times, which was better than the closets that had first met in for their make-out sessions. Rumors spread viciously about Tristan's new love interest from an exchange student from France, a Chilton teacher and even a Chilton parent. Every morning Rory would find a cup of coffee in her locker making the girls whisper about whom she was dating, as well. She would then glance across the hall to find Tristan leaning against his locker talking to his friends and stealing a glance in-between at Rory.
It was Friday night and Lorelai was driving them to their weekly dinner at the elder Gilmore home. Awkward silence filled the car the only sound was the radio softly playing in the background. They arrived on time for once surprising Emily. Rory's heart ached when she realized they wouldn't be able to joke about Emily's being unprepared for them. "What would you like to drink, Rory?" Emily asked her. "Soda, please," was her request. "Lorelai?"
"White wine,"
"Excuse me, Mrs. Gilmore?" another new maid Rory presumed questioned her grandmother. "Yes, Mary?" Rory almost choked on her drink when the name Mary was mentioned. "Dinner is served," they headed into the dining room and Rory noticed a place wasn't set at her grandfather's end of the table. "Where's grandpa?" she asked. "He's in Canada," came Emily's simple reply. Rory willed her mother to crack a joke but Lorelai remained silent. "How was the party, Rory?"
"Great," came Rory's cheerful reply. "Yeah, Great," Lorelai said sarcastically. "Did you stay for the whole thing?"
"Oh, no I went out to coffee and then stargazing,"
"With whom?" Rory swallowed while nervously looked at Lorelai. "Tristan DuGrey," she said softly. "Isn't he that trouble maker at Chilton?" Before Rory could even open her mouth in response Lorelai was in total bitch mode. "Yes, mother but don't worry I told her she couldn't see him anymore,"
"Good," Emily approved. "I don't believe this," muttered Rory angrily excusing herself from the table. The brisk air made her feel wonderful. It was exhilarating like no one could stop her from doing anything. She sat on the back steps letting her mind go and wander places where she never thought she could go. Her cell phone rang making her mind land somewhere solid. "Hello?"
"Hey, you," he greeted. "Is so glad you called dinner was horrible! Grandma agreed with Lorelai for me not to see you," Tristan sighed knowing how hard it was for Rory to live with his burden. "I'm so sorry.if only my rep wasn't so over-exaggerated," he said softly. "I'll see you tomorrow?" she asked avoiding the topic of his reputation, knowing in her heart she agreed- his pretentious reputation was something she had learned was in the past, and she didn't want to dig it up again. "Tomorrow night at the country club in the garden," he responded making Rory smile. "See you then," she promised clicking her cell phone off. She then heard footsteps behind her and she turned to find Lorelai. "We're going," was all Lorelai said and then suddenly Rory was overridden with guilt-guilt over the fight, the secret dating and even the secret phone calls. She wanted to tell Lorelai everything from the moment she had shared her first kiss with Tristan and the most romantic week of her life that had just occurred. But she couldn't because in Lorelai's eyes Tristan was no better than scum on the bottom of her shoe, but he wasn't to Rory at least. For the moment he was the best thing in her life and she wanted to share that happiness with her mother, but Lorelai hated her for what she had done the night of the party, which was nothing, but Lorelai wouldn't believe her.
To be Continued.