Not So Simple Anymore by klm111a
Author's Note: Sorry, it took me so long, keep the reviews coming though! HAH! I left you all with a cliffhanger, hope you aren't to upset, no need to worry this is a nice, long chapter.. so here it goes!
Chapter 8: Run Away, Little Girl and Little Boy
She scribbled a note to her mother, even though she was still upset with Lorelai she didn't want her worrying that she had gotten kidnapped or something along that nature. A tap on her window signaled that he was here. She placed the note on her now neatly made bed and let out a sigh. She grabbed her backpack and duffel bag while opening the window. "Hey," she said kissing him before hopping out of the window and closing it again. They got into the car both shivering from the cold weather outside. "You sure about this?" he asked, she smiled shakily and then nodded. "Where do you want to go?"
"Anywhere," she mumbled her reply already half-asleep. "As you wish,"
Three and a half hours later.
It was five in the morning when Lorelai woke up feeling suddenly overridden with guilt. She turning into someone like, Emily Gilmore. She was no longer the 'coolest mom in the world' now did the two younger generation of Gilmore's have the best mother/daughter relationship in the world. It was all because of a guy. She moaned remembering all of her own mother's warnings about Christopher Hayden and then Lorelai had run away from them. "Oh my god!" she cried out running down into Rory's room to find her bed empty and neatly made with a note on the bedspread. It was only a tiny piece of paper but it was sitting there mocking her. Hands shaking she snatched the note off the bed:
Lorelai (Mom)-
I'm sorry but I had to get away. I'm sure you hate me right now, and I'm sorry. I don't know where I'm going but I think we both need some space, away from each other-for now at least. Don't forget that I love you.
--Your Daughter (Rory)
Lorelai began to cry she had driven Rory to do this. Her Rory, her everything, the person who had watched Lorelai grown up as she herself had been growing up. The person who had been there for her and whom she had sworn to she would never turn in Emily Gilmore. What had she done? Turned into Emily Gilmore. She hurried to Luke's still dressed in her pajamas. She knocked on the door hoping Luke would be there. "Damn!" she cried out sitting on the steps in front of Luke's now starting to cry all over again. She hunched over her shoulders and began to sob. "Lorelai?" came Luke's gruff voice. "Luke," was all she could manage to say. "Oh, its horrible Rory and I are still in our fight, and she ran away!" wailed Lorelai. "To where?"
"I don't know-she didn't say in her note," Luke sat down next to her and pulled him close to her, like a little girl. "It'll be okay, Lor," he soothed stroking her hair softly.
Tristan watched her sleep and had to smile. Even though this trip was something he knew was wrong he couldn't believe Rory chose him over her mother and best friend. Slowly, she woke to meet Tristan's cerulean blue eyes. "What are you thinking about?" she whispered. "How I ever was lucky enough to deserve you," he whispered back giving her a quick kiss on the cheek. "Where are we?" she asked him curiously. "Exeter, New Hampshire," he replied then laughed at her blank expression. "It's where Phillips Exeter Academy is, you know our arch rivals at Chilton," he explained. "Oh," she said the name of PEA ringing some bells in her head. "Where are we going?"
"Maine, my family owns a cabin there,"
"Oh.uhh.Tristan?"
"Yeah?"
"Do you regret doing this?"
"No," he said smiling ruefully at her. "As long as I'm with you, I don't regret anything," he told her seriously making her smile at him. "Can we stop somewhere for coffee, at least?" she begged him. "Sure, there's a Dunkin' Donuts right here," he said turning into a nearly empty parking lot. She went into and ordered quickly and then hurried back to Tristan's car.
It was about eleven when they arrived at the DuGrey cabin. "It's beautiful here," she said softly. "Yeah it is," he agreed wistfully as if trying to forget all the painful summers spent here. "You okay?" she asked gently. "No, I'm not," he said leaning into her. "What's wrong?"
"Every year since I was ten my parents would bring me and my older brother: Kyle to this cabin. When I was thirteen and he was fifteen the fighting started. At first we ignored it since we weren't home half the time anyways, Kyle busy with his girlfriend and me being busy with sports on the lake until the year after, I sprained my ankle. My father was up with the two of us while our mother couldn't have work off until the next week. My father went out to the garden and re-appeared with our new female gardener using the excuse that he needed some help with cleaning out the gutters upstairs. They were up for a while and my brother came home inquiring where our dad was. I told him what he had said and Kyle immediately knew that wasn't what was going on upstairs. He told me that he had checked them the previous day and they had been fine," Tristan paused the shaking in his voice increasing as he continued his story. "So, the two of us went up the stairs, me with my crutches and Kyle. He opened the door to find my father and the gardener having sex," he said with disdain and disgust. "Oh Tristan," Rory said softly as his tears began to roll down his cheeks. "The worst thing of all is we had to tell our mom and she really was in love with him and then I decided love was to risky.turning me into Tristan 'The Player' DuGrey,"
"But then you met me," she said softly smiling up at him. "And then, I met you, making me fall head over heels in love with you," they kissed a sweet kiss full of promise and love something Tristan desperately needed. "I'm so glad your mine," she whispered "Even after the fight with your mom?"
"It was bound to happen. I knew if we had any issues with guys we'd fight,"
"I'm sorry," he apologized with a sad smile. "It's okay," she replied lacing her fingers with his. "I love you," he whispered. "And I love you," came her prompt reply. "You shouldn't have run away Rory-she had a right to be angry," Rory squeezed her eyes shut. "She didn't understand how I could be in love with someone like you," she sighed. "She doesn't know what it feels like to have someone love you back, she just didn't understand me, at all," she mumbled and lay down on Tristan's lap. Falling into another instance of sleep.
A/N: Part nine, coming soon. Please review!
Author's Note: Sorry, it took me so long, keep the reviews coming though! HAH! I left you all with a cliffhanger, hope you aren't to upset, no need to worry this is a nice, long chapter.. so here it goes!
Chapter 8: Run Away, Little Girl and Little Boy
She scribbled a note to her mother, even though she was still upset with Lorelai she didn't want her worrying that she had gotten kidnapped or something along that nature. A tap on her window signaled that he was here. She placed the note on her now neatly made bed and let out a sigh. She grabbed her backpack and duffel bag while opening the window. "Hey," she said kissing him before hopping out of the window and closing it again. They got into the car both shivering from the cold weather outside. "You sure about this?" he asked, she smiled shakily and then nodded. "Where do you want to go?"
"Anywhere," she mumbled her reply already half-asleep. "As you wish,"
Three and a half hours later.
It was five in the morning when Lorelai woke up feeling suddenly overridden with guilt. She turning into someone like, Emily Gilmore. She was no longer the 'coolest mom in the world' now did the two younger generation of Gilmore's have the best mother/daughter relationship in the world. It was all because of a guy. She moaned remembering all of her own mother's warnings about Christopher Hayden and then Lorelai had run away from them. "Oh my god!" she cried out running down into Rory's room to find her bed empty and neatly made with a note on the bedspread. It was only a tiny piece of paper but it was sitting there mocking her. Hands shaking she snatched the note off the bed:
Lorelai (Mom)-
I'm sorry but I had to get away. I'm sure you hate me right now, and I'm sorry. I don't know where I'm going but I think we both need some space, away from each other-for now at least. Don't forget that I love you.
--Your Daughter (Rory)
Lorelai began to cry she had driven Rory to do this. Her Rory, her everything, the person who had watched Lorelai grown up as she herself had been growing up. The person who had been there for her and whom she had sworn to she would never turn in Emily Gilmore. What had she done? Turned into Emily Gilmore. She hurried to Luke's still dressed in her pajamas. She knocked on the door hoping Luke would be there. "Damn!" she cried out sitting on the steps in front of Luke's now starting to cry all over again. She hunched over her shoulders and began to sob. "Lorelai?" came Luke's gruff voice. "Luke," was all she could manage to say. "Oh, its horrible Rory and I are still in our fight, and she ran away!" wailed Lorelai. "To where?"
"I don't know-she didn't say in her note," Luke sat down next to her and pulled him close to her, like a little girl. "It'll be okay, Lor," he soothed stroking her hair softly.
Tristan watched her sleep and had to smile. Even though this trip was something he knew was wrong he couldn't believe Rory chose him over her mother and best friend. Slowly, she woke to meet Tristan's cerulean blue eyes. "What are you thinking about?" she whispered. "How I ever was lucky enough to deserve you," he whispered back giving her a quick kiss on the cheek. "Where are we?" she asked him curiously. "Exeter, New Hampshire," he replied then laughed at her blank expression. "It's where Phillips Exeter Academy is, you know our arch rivals at Chilton," he explained. "Oh," she said the name of PEA ringing some bells in her head. "Where are we going?"
"Maine, my family owns a cabin there,"
"Oh.uhh.Tristan?"
"Yeah?"
"Do you regret doing this?"
"No," he said smiling ruefully at her. "As long as I'm with you, I don't regret anything," he told her seriously making her smile at him. "Can we stop somewhere for coffee, at least?" she begged him. "Sure, there's a Dunkin' Donuts right here," he said turning into a nearly empty parking lot. She went into and ordered quickly and then hurried back to Tristan's car.
It was about eleven when they arrived at the DuGrey cabin. "It's beautiful here," she said softly. "Yeah it is," he agreed wistfully as if trying to forget all the painful summers spent here. "You okay?" she asked gently. "No, I'm not," he said leaning into her. "What's wrong?"
"Every year since I was ten my parents would bring me and my older brother: Kyle to this cabin. When I was thirteen and he was fifteen the fighting started. At first we ignored it since we weren't home half the time anyways, Kyle busy with his girlfriend and me being busy with sports on the lake until the year after, I sprained my ankle. My father was up with the two of us while our mother couldn't have work off until the next week. My father went out to the garden and re-appeared with our new female gardener using the excuse that he needed some help with cleaning out the gutters upstairs. They were up for a while and my brother came home inquiring where our dad was. I told him what he had said and Kyle immediately knew that wasn't what was going on upstairs. He told me that he had checked them the previous day and they had been fine," Tristan paused the shaking in his voice increasing as he continued his story. "So, the two of us went up the stairs, me with my crutches and Kyle. He opened the door to find my father and the gardener having sex," he said with disdain and disgust. "Oh Tristan," Rory said softly as his tears began to roll down his cheeks. "The worst thing of all is we had to tell our mom and she really was in love with him and then I decided love was to risky.turning me into Tristan 'The Player' DuGrey,"
"But then you met me," she said softly smiling up at him. "And then, I met you, making me fall head over heels in love with you," they kissed a sweet kiss full of promise and love something Tristan desperately needed. "I'm so glad your mine," she whispered "Even after the fight with your mom?"
"It was bound to happen. I knew if we had any issues with guys we'd fight,"
"I'm sorry," he apologized with a sad smile. "It's okay," she replied lacing her fingers with his. "I love you," he whispered. "And I love you," came her prompt reply. "You shouldn't have run away Rory-she had a right to be angry," Rory squeezed her eyes shut. "She didn't understand how I could be in love with someone like you," she sighed. "She doesn't know what it feels like to have someone love you back, she just didn't understand me, at all," she mumbled and lay down on Tristan's lap. Falling into another instance of sleep.
A/N: Part nine, coming soon. Please review!