Not So Simple Anymore
A/N: Sorry it took so long.but this was a long chapter and I was swamped with homework.. and all that fun stuff of school. Leave some reviews for me, it's brightens my day!!
Chapter 17: I want you back but..
She was shaking and her speaking ability seemed to be lost in the car. Lane and Jess kept the conversation to a minimum sensing Rory's nerves were jittery. They entered Madeline's house with Jess marveling at the immense size of the mansion as Rory felt a pang of sadness remembering the last time she had gone to a Madeline Lynn party. It had been where they had first kissed, first dance and where they had admitted they were in love with each other. "I see Henry!" announced Lane leaving Jess and Rory alone for the moment. They continued to drift getting deeper into the house when they bumped into Paris. "Rory, hi!" she greeted glancing over her shoulder for a moment to make sure she was blocking the scene behind the refreshment table. "Paris, this is Jess," Rory introduced. "Hey," he greeted. "Hi," came her nervous reply. "Do you want to dance?" he offered. "Sure," she agreed what she was protecting Rory from slipped her mind as Jess took her away. Rory grabbed a soda from the refreshment table and noticed a couple making out behind it in a darkened corner. She figured out the female was Summer but she couldn't tell who her partner was. The guy whom had been making out with Summer pulled back and to Rory's shock it was Tristan, her Tristan. Although she reminded herself sadly he wasn't hers anymore. "Excuse me," Rory said loudly. "Do you know where I could find a bathroom so I can barf?" she said sharply making them both look over at her. Tristan looked over to meet the furious gaze of a very distraught Rory. He swore under his breath. "Sorry I broke up this make out session but do you think I could speak to Tristan for a moment, alone," she said sarcastically. "Whatever," came Summer's response. Rory grabbed his arm and literally pulled him into the hall. "Someone's recovering from heartbreak real well," she said sarcastic as ever. "You're the one who kissed Jess we were still together," he said rather harshly as a lazy smirk graced his face. "For your information, he kissed me. But that's not why I asked to talked to you,"
"Well then.what can I do for you?"
"Why didn't you write me back?"
"From what?"
"Don't play dumb with me," she growled. "You didn't send me anything, Gilmore!" he said coldly. "I did too! I mailed two letters to your father's estate in England!"
"Yeah right, now if you don't mind I have some making out to get back to,"
"I don't know what happened to you, but I miss you-the old you, the one that I was and am in love with," he continued to walk away ignoring what his heart was telling him to do. However, he didn't go back to making out with Summer instead he headed out to the back yard and sat down on a bench finally letting Rory's comments hit him. Over three months time Tristan had re-built his cold exterior from his father's seemingly endless supply of British girls who 'needed a bit of snogging' as they had put it with their charming smiles and wonderful accents. Then Summer had shown up at her Grandparents who live right next door to his father's just in time to be his date at the wedding. But, within seconds Rory Gilmore had him questioning everything he was becoming. He was turning into everything his grandfather, Lorelai and Rory were fighting against him to become. One summer with his father had changed him back to how he was right after the divorce and how he had been before Rory. His mother knew that his father was who had influenced this change of Tristan. It was why she kept on mentioning Rory and how much she missed her stopping by to talk about Lorelai's newest antic or her most recent read. He had reminded her once again, they were broken up. She had tried to console him but he had pushed her away, told her he was over it, and then went to Summer's as an excuse to leave his inquiring mother.
Rain began to fall and Tristan tried not to remember the last time he had been caught outside in the middle of the rain. It was hopeless and so he remembered the memory of their six-month anniversary. They had been dancing and it rained, in the middle of Stars Hollow's Main St, of course. Sighing he pulled a cigarette from his pocket, but instead of lighting it and smoking it he stared at it. "Are you going to smoke that or melt it?" the sharp voice of Paris Gellar cut in. He glanced up to meet the sharp gaze of his old friend. "Paris." he said softly. "I hope you know what your doing, DuGrey,"
"What do you mean?" he asked startled. "I mean Rory's off in that house somewhere hiding because her heart's been broken, again," she said pointedly. "Paris, you have NO idea how hurt I was when she was kissing Jess,"
"Tristan, it was a mistake. Everyone makes them like the time when you kissed me on that dare in sixth grade," they both smiled at the memory of the pre-adolescent kiss. "I overreacted, huh?" came his response with a bashful grin. "Go find her," she advised. "I'm going," he replied getting up and following her into Madeline's mansion. First, they were both confronted with Summer pushing James against the wall while making out with him, both rolled their eyes it never ceased to amaze them Summer's rebounding technique. Paris soon left Tristan alone in search of Jess as he ambled through the mansion searching for her. Suddenly he heard someone playing fragments of 'A Moment Like This'. He looked in the room to see Rory sitting at the piano playing it. He leaned against the doorframe as he watched her for a moment. She began to sing the song quietly and to Tristan it was beautiful. He also saw a tear rolling down her cheek. He wanted to be next to her and wipe it away but he held himself back, he was the one who had done this to her after all. "I'm sorry," he said softly making Rory stop singing and playing the piano to look up at him. She didn't say anything for a moment so he began to turn until she said something. "I am too," they were both silent and then she said something again. "Are you and Summer dating?"
"No, I was just using her," he replied ashamed of himself. "Why?" it was one word that broke him broke his resolve. "Because it hurt like hell Rory! Seeing you kiss Jess made me want to die, is that such a horrible thing?" he asked her sitting down on the piano bench. "I did write you, you know," she whispered staring at the black and white keys. "My father probably threw them away," he replied sadly. "Oh,"
"He didn't even ask me about you. All he did was bring his business associates daughter's over and forced me to go out with them," he said bitterly. "But you went on them willingly,"
"Yes.but I was trying to find someone to fall in love with,"
"And.?"
"And it failed miserably," he paused glancing over at Rory. "I found out there's only one girl for me, you," he said softly inching closer to her. She didn't look at him so he cupped his hand under her chin and moved it to face him. And then, he kissed her. "I can't," she whispered pulling away from his grasp quickly. He watched her run from the back door to the back yard to the bench he had been sitting at.
She was staring at a picture taken when neither of them had been looking. It was taken during the Junior Winter Carnival. Both Rory and Tristan had been running the pie booth. Rory had been eating a piece of pie when he had sneaked up behind her and pushed a pie onto her face. She grabbed her own plate and took careful aim and it landed squarely on his face. Bursting into laughter Tristan came near her. "Don't do anything DuGrey," she warned. "Who me?" he had replied as he leaned down to kiss her while she put her arms around his neck carelessly.
Rory wiped a tear brusquely away from her cheek. She was hurting him and her heart more than she had to. Why was she doing this? She was still in love with Tristan but she was scared. Scared that he'd go back to London again and turn into the cold-hearted man his father wanted him to be. The rain was ruining the picture but who cared? The picture fluttered to the ground next to Tristan discarded cigarette. "I miss you Tristan," she said softly as she heard Lane calling her. She walked back into the house noting self-consciously she looked horrible. Sniffling she scurried on not noticing she brushed past Tristan nor did she notice 'A Moment Like This' was playing. "Are you okay?" Lane asked concerned as the three of them clambered into the car. "Fine," she lied. "Yeah right," came Jess's sardonic remark. "What the hell did he do Rory?"
"Nothing," she replied as the tears began rushing down her cheeks silent sobs wracking her body. "I'll be right back," Lane said softly hopping out of the car and rushing back into the party determined to get Tristan back from what he did to her best friend. She found him sitting outside staring at a photograph and a cigarette on the ground. "What the hell is your problem?" she hissed at him making him look up bewildered. "I don't have a problem," he replied. "Bull Shit DuGrey! Rory's in the car crying what did you do?"
"Lane, do you think I'm happy!" he yelled. "I told her I wanted her back, told her she was the only one for me. She rejected me so whatever she's crying about it's not because I wouldn't let her back. So, don't go bitching at me about hurting Rory," his voice cracked with emotion. "She hurt me, Lane so I give up," he walked away from her. "Did Rory send you to do this?" he asked suddenly. "No,"
"Oh," came his saddened reply. "Sorry but I've got to go though," she hurried off the patio and back to the car. She hopped into it to see Rory curled up asleep in her seat and Jess sitting there watching her. "It's all my fault," he said as she buckled her seat belt and pulled out of the Lynn driveway.
A/N: Sorry it took so long.but this was a long chapter and I was swamped with homework.. and all that fun stuff of school. Leave some reviews for me, it's brightens my day!!
Chapter 17: I want you back but..
She was shaking and her speaking ability seemed to be lost in the car. Lane and Jess kept the conversation to a minimum sensing Rory's nerves were jittery. They entered Madeline's house with Jess marveling at the immense size of the mansion as Rory felt a pang of sadness remembering the last time she had gone to a Madeline Lynn party. It had been where they had first kissed, first dance and where they had admitted they were in love with each other. "I see Henry!" announced Lane leaving Jess and Rory alone for the moment. They continued to drift getting deeper into the house when they bumped into Paris. "Rory, hi!" she greeted glancing over her shoulder for a moment to make sure she was blocking the scene behind the refreshment table. "Paris, this is Jess," Rory introduced. "Hey," he greeted. "Hi," came her nervous reply. "Do you want to dance?" he offered. "Sure," she agreed what she was protecting Rory from slipped her mind as Jess took her away. Rory grabbed a soda from the refreshment table and noticed a couple making out behind it in a darkened corner. She figured out the female was Summer but she couldn't tell who her partner was. The guy whom had been making out with Summer pulled back and to Rory's shock it was Tristan, her Tristan. Although she reminded herself sadly he wasn't hers anymore. "Excuse me," Rory said loudly. "Do you know where I could find a bathroom so I can barf?" she said sharply making them both look over at her. Tristan looked over to meet the furious gaze of a very distraught Rory. He swore under his breath. "Sorry I broke up this make out session but do you think I could speak to Tristan for a moment, alone," she said sarcastically. "Whatever," came Summer's response. Rory grabbed his arm and literally pulled him into the hall. "Someone's recovering from heartbreak real well," she said sarcastic as ever. "You're the one who kissed Jess we were still together," he said rather harshly as a lazy smirk graced his face. "For your information, he kissed me. But that's not why I asked to talked to you,"
"Well then.what can I do for you?"
"Why didn't you write me back?"
"From what?"
"Don't play dumb with me," she growled. "You didn't send me anything, Gilmore!" he said coldly. "I did too! I mailed two letters to your father's estate in England!"
"Yeah right, now if you don't mind I have some making out to get back to,"
"I don't know what happened to you, but I miss you-the old you, the one that I was and am in love with," he continued to walk away ignoring what his heart was telling him to do. However, he didn't go back to making out with Summer instead he headed out to the back yard and sat down on a bench finally letting Rory's comments hit him. Over three months time Tristan had re-built his cold exterior from his father's seemingly endless supply of British girls who 'needed a bit of snogging' as they had put it with their charming smiles and wonderful accents. Then Summer had shown up at her Grandparents who live right next door to his father's just in time to be his date at the wedding. But, within seconds Rory Gilmore had him questioning everything he was becoming. He was turning into everything his grandfather, Lorelai and Rory were fighting against him to become. One summer with his father had changed him back to how he was right after the divorce and how he had been before Rory. His mother knew that his father was who had influenced this change of Tristan. It was why she kept on mentioning Rory and how much she missed her stopping by to talk about Lorelai's newest antic or her most recent read. He had reminded her once again, they were broken up. She had tried to console him but he had pushed her away, told her he was over it, and then went to Summer's as an excuse to leave his inquiring mother.
Rain began to fall and Tristan tried not to remember the last time he had been caught outside in the middle of the rain. It was hopeless and so he remembered the memory of their six-month anniversary. They had been dancing and it rained, in the middle of Stars Hollow's Main St, of course. Sighing he pulled a cigarette from his pocket, but instead of lighting it and smoking it he stared at it. "Are you going to smoke that or melt it?" the sharp voice of Paris Gellar cut in. He glanced up to meet the sharp gaze of his old friend. "Paris." he said softly. "I hope you know what your doing, DuGrey,"
"What do you mean?" he asked startled. "I mean Rory's off in that house somewhere hiding because her heart's been broken, again," she said pointedly. "Paris, you have NO idea how hurt I was when she was kissing Jess,"
"Tristan, it was a mistake. Everyone makes them like the time when you kissed me on that dare in sixth grade," they both smiled at the memory of the pre-adolescent kiss. "I overreacted, huh?" came his response with a bashful grin. "Go find her," she advised. "I'm going," he replied getting up and following her into Madeline's mansion. First, they were both confronted with Summer pushing James against the wall while making out with him, both rolled their eyes it never ceased to amaze them Summer's rebounding technique. Paris soon left Tristan alone in search of Jess as he ambled through the mansion searching for her. Suddenly he heard someone playing fragments of 'A Moment Like This'. He looked in the room to see Rory sitting at the piano playing it. He leaned against the doorframe as he watched her for a moment. She began to sing the song quietly and to Tristan it was beautiful. He also saw a tear rolling down her cheek. He wanted to be next to her and wipe it away but he held himself back, he was the one who had done this to her after all. "I'm sorry," he said softly making Rory stop singing and playing the piano to look up at him. She didn't say anything for a moment so he began to turn until she said something. "I am too," they were both silent and then she said something again. "Are you and Summer dating?"
"No, I was just using her," he replied ashamed of himself. "Why?" it was one word that broke him broke his resolve. "Because it hurt like hell Rory! Seeing you kiss Jess made me want to die, is that such a horrible thing?" he asked her sitting down on the piano bench. "I did write you, you know," she whispered staring at the black and white keys. "My father probably threw them away," he replied sadly. "Oh,"
"He didn't even ask me about you. All he did was bring his business associates daughter's over and forced me to go out with them," he said bitterly. "But you went on them willingly,"
"Yes.but I was trying to find someone to fall in love with,"
"And.?"
"And it failed miserably," he paused glancing over at Rory. "I found out there's only one girl for me, you," he said softly inching closer to her. She didn't look at him so he cupped his hand under her chin and moved it to face him. And then, he kissed her. "I can't," she whispered pulling away from his grasp quickly. He watched her run from the back door to the back yard to the bench he had been sitting at.
She was staring at a picture taken when neither of them had been looking. It was taken during the Junior Winter Carnival. Both Rory and Tristan had been running the pie booth. Rory had been eating a piece of pie when he had sneaked up behind her and pushed a pie onto her face. She grabbed her own plate and took careful aim and it landed squarely on his face. Bursting into laughter Tristan came near her. "Don't do anything DuGrey," she warned. "Who me?" he had replied as he leaned down to kiss her while she put her arms around his neck carelessly.
Rory wiped a tear brusquely away from her cheek. She was hurting him and her heart more than she had to. Why was she doing this? She was still in love with Tristan but she was scared. Scared that he'd go back to London again and turn into the cold-hearted man his father wanted him to be. The rain was ruining the picture but who cared? The picture fluttered to the ground next to Tristan discarded cigarette. "I miss you Tristan," she said softly as she heard Lane calling her. She walked back into the house noting self-consciously she looked horrible. Sniffling she scurried on not noticing she brushed past Tristan nor did she notice 'A Moment Like This' was playing. "Are you okay?" Lane asked concerned as the three of them clambered into the car. "Fine," she lied. "Yeah right," came Jess's sardonic remark. "What the hell did he do Rory?"
"Nothing," she replied as the tears began rushing down her cheeks silent sobs wracking her body. "I'll be right back," Lane said softly hopping out of the car and rushing back into the party determined to get Tristan back from what he did to her best friend. She found him sitting outside staring at a photograph and a cigarette on the ground. "What the hell is your problem?" she hissed at him making him look up bewildered. "I don't have a problem," he replied. "Bull Shit DuGrey! Rory's in the car crying what did you do?"
"Lane, do you think I'm happy!" he yelled. "I told her I wanted her back, told her she was the only one for me. She rejected me so whatever she's crying about it's not because I wouldn't let her back. So, don't go bitching at me about hurting Rory," his voice cracked with emotion. "She hurt me, Lane so I give up," he walked away from her. "Did Rory send you to do this?" he asked suddenly. "No,"
"Oh," came his saddened reply. "Sorry but I've got to go though," she hurried off the patio and back to the car. She hopped into it to see Rory curled up asleep in her seat and Jess sitting there watching her. "It's all my fault," he said as she buckled her seat belt and pulled out of the Lynn driveway.