Title- Things I'll Never Say
Author- Jenny
E Mail- motivation_77@hotmail.com
Authors Note- I'm sorry I haven't updated in ages. I just lost my inspiration for this story. so this could be a nonsense chapter.. I'm just trying to get back into the flow of things again! And thanks so much for all the reviews!
Things I'll Never Say
Chapter Seven
The Opera
Rory awoke the next morning, opening her eyes slowly, she glanced around her bedroom. Her bedroom. A big smile settled on her lips. It was her bedroom, she was living on her own, and it was her apartment, her coffee maker. Her thoughts drifted to last night. Tristan. She groaned. He was her friend, she didn't like him like that, did she? It was a great kiss though. She smiled, stretching. She looked around her room, Tristan had "decorated' it. If she had had to, nothing would be different. She would have decorated it the same way. There was a knock on the door. Rory groaned and crawled out of the bed. She walked to the door, seeing that it was Tristan. She opened it.
"Good morning babe." He shut the door with his hip, handing her a coffee. "I bring food."
"Just what a girl wants to hear." Rory took the bag from his hand and went to sit at the stools in the kitchen. She sniffed. "Wow this smells good." She opened the bag to reveal pastries. She took a bite of a croissant. "Yummy."
"Glad you like it." He gave her a quick kiss. "Listen, I was thinking that we could go out tonight, have dinner, we could go to the theatre."
Rory glanced at him. "Tristan," she took a deep breath. "What happened last night, the kiss, it doesn- what do you think it meant?"
Tristan stared at her over hi coffee cup. 'what does it mean?' "I think that we should see what happens, that kiss affected you just as much as it affected me, you responded to me and you know it."
Rory looked at him for a while. "It was a kiss, and yes it affected me, just as any good kiss does-"
"You think I'm a good kisser?" Tristan smirked. "Why Mary, if I'd-"
"But it was just a kiss." She chose to ignore him. "I can't focus on a relationship right now."
Tristan stared at her for a minute. 'Just a kiss?' he ran his finger down her arm, goose bumps appeared over her flesh. "You know that kiss meant something, I felt it, and you felt it. You know it would have went further if I hadn't stopped it there. But you will realize that sooner or later, whether you like the fact or not. You know you feel something for me, and it scares you." Tristan got up and walked toward the door. "Good bye Rory." He walked out the door, closing it gently behind him.
Rory stared after him. Was he right? Did she feel something for him? Rory shook her head to clear her thoughts. Mindlessly scratching her arm where his finger had trailed. Rory noticed what she was doing and stood up. "I need a shower."
Rory spent the rest of the day fiddling around in her apartment. She tries, successfully, to add character to her apartment. Adding photographs, and mementos to make it hers. She had a light lunch and headed out in search of knick-knacks that would look nicely in her apartment. As she searched and scoured through stores, her cell phone rang. "Hello?"
"Rory! How are you darling!" her mothers voice was heard through the phone.
"Mom, why are you talking in a fake British accent?"
"Luke refuses to give me coffee, so I told him that I would speak like this until he did. I think it's starting to annoy him a incredibly. So how are you and Jess? And the spawn?" Lorelai asked.
Rory laughed. "I just moved into my apartment!"
"Did you?!" Lorelai exclaimed. "I'm coming to visit!"
"It's in the same building as Jess and Tristan, I lucked out. Yesterday I went out and bought everything. I even got this high tech coffee maker, you should see it! It's magnificent!" Rory told her mother excitedly.
"So what happened last night?"
"What?"
"What happened last night? Something happened, it might not have been last night, but something did happen, I can hear it in your voice." Her mother told her.
"I- nothing, not really, I unpacked, Tristan helped." Rory picked up and cool coffee mug, examining it.
"Tristan hunh? Did you kiss him?"
"I- what?" Rory nearly dropped the mug.
"You did, didn't you."
"Yes! Ok! I kissed Tristan DuGrey!" she exclaimed, causing some of the customers to look at her.
"I knew it."
Rory could hear Luke in the background. "Shut up Lorelai!"
"Thank you Lukey!" Lorelai replied. Rory could hear her sip. "Ahh."
"He gave in?" Rory grinned, she missed her mom and Luke.
"Yep, so what are you going to do?" Lorelai asked her.
"I don't know! Jess asked me out too, I don't know what to do." Rory plopped down on a chair in the furniture department.
"He always had a thing for you." Lorelai told her. "It looks like you're in a pickle."
"I'm in a pickle jar."
"I guess I'll have to straighten it out when I get there." Lorelai replied. "I'll bring Luke to, I'm sure he wants to see Jess."
"Bring Luke where?" Rory could hear Luke's voice.
"To see Jess, in New York."
"Oh."
"Well child of my loins, I guess we will see you soon! Bye Dahling!' Lorelai said in her British accent.
"Good bye Mom." Rory hung up. Her phone rang again before she had a chance to put it back into her purse.
"Hey honey."
"Who's this?" Rory asked.
"It's Jess."
"Oh!" Rory smacked her self in the forehead. 'Honey?' "I didn't know it was you!"
"About tonight, do you want to have a early dinner and catch a show?" he asked, she could tell he was smiling.
"Sounds fun." She smiled. "Where do you want me to meet you?"
"I'll pick you up, wear something dressy. Bye babe." Jess hung up.
"Dressy?" Rory said out loud. 'Why would I need something dressy to go to the movies?' Rory shrugged.
"Is there anything I can help you with Ms.?" A sales person asked.
"What? No, I'm just looking." Rory stood up from the chair.
Rory decided to wear a new black dress that she had purchased. It had a halter style neck, and the dressed flowed to her feet, stopping short to show off her delicate ankles. She put her hair into a loose bun, with a few tendrils hanging around her face, she completed the look with 2 inch black strappy sandals. There was a knock on the door.
"Wow, you
" Wow, you look beautiful." Jess stood there holding a dozen yellow roses.
"Oh Jess! You shouldn't have!" Rory took the flowers, walking into the kitchen. She walked back out.
"I like what you've done with the place." Jess nodded, he glanced at his watch. "We should get going."
"Oh, yes." Rory walked to the closet, and grabbed her over coat. She had always felt silly wearing it, it made her feel like she was in the Mafia.
"Here, let me help you." He helped her with the jacket and they headed out the door.
"This is a really nice restaurant Jess." Rory told him.
"I know, it's one of my favourites." He glanced at his menu. They ate their dinner in silence.
"That was excellent." Rory told them as they waited for the valet to bring Jess' car around. "So where to now?"
"The show." Jess smiled helping her into his car.
"The Opera?" Rory looked up in amazement.
"What did you think I meant?" Jess asked her.
"A movie!"
"And I wanted you to dress up for a movie?" Jess laughed.
"I didn't question it, I just figured Lorelai had rubbed off one you!" Rory laughed. "Boxed seats! I'm impressed!"
"Yep, all the pleasures of being a published author." He laughed and sat back in his chair. Rory laughed with him, seating herself as the lights dimmed. They were through the third act and Jess had gone in search of something, Rory did not know what. There was a sound of laughter coming from the boxed seats next to them. Rory glanced over, the curiosity getting the better of her, after all, she was a journalist. A blond, a very attractive blond, was giggling at something a man, of similar hair colour, whispered in her ear. She rolled her eyes, she hated their type. She probably had the IQ of the height of the chair she was sitting on. The man lifted his head. "Rory?" Tristan looked at her, squinting his eyes, hoping that they were deceiving them.
"Tristan." She stated coldly.
"I didn't know you were a fan of the opera." He replied, mentally cursing himself. 'why did I come here tonight? Especially with, what was her name? Candi?' Rory shrugged.
"Hi! I'm Bambi." Tristan's "date" said. 'Bambi?' Tristan thought he heard Rory snicker.
"I'm Rory, It's nice to meet you."
"You too! Don't you just love the opera? I do, I only wish I could understand Russian!"
Rory laughed, 'the show is in Italian, you moron.' "So do I." She heard Tristan groan. "Enjoy the rest of the show." She moved into the seat where Jess had sit, with the pretense of being able to see clearer. The lights began to dim. Where was Jess? He walked back in holding a bottle of champagne, he poured her a glass and she drank it quickly. Jess looked at her, giving her a concerned look. "I'm thirsty." He smiled, pouring her another glass.
By the time that the show was over, she was feeling. pleasant. Jess helped her out into the hall. "Tristan! I didn't know you were here tonight!" he said as Tristan walked out with 'Bambi.' Rory snickered, the action causing her to almost loose her balance. "You ok there Ror?"
"I'm fine." Rory giggled, clutching to Jess as he tried to keep her steady.
Tristan looked at her. She could feel his gaze. "Is she drunk?"
"Nooooooo." Rory replied.
"She got a little thirsty in the third act, I had a glass, she drank the rest." Jess told him.
"Champagne?"
"And whatever she drank while she went to the bathroom. I think she got lost, I found her in the bar an half hour later."
"You should get her home." Tristan told him.
"Don't tell him what to do!" Rory practically screamed. "You have no right to tell anyone what to do. You don't know what you're doing your self! Then again you're a lawyer, lawyers always have an ulterior motive." Rory lost her balance, Jess caught her before she hit the ground.
"Thank god there's no one here to see this. Take her home, give her some Aspirin and put her to bed." Tristan took Bambi's arm and began to lead her away.
"You bastard, I hate you." Rory yelled. Tristan's steps faltered, but he continued down the hall.
"Let's get you home." Jess said helping her along.
Author- Jenny
E Mail- motivation_77@hotmail.com
Authors Note- I'm sorry I haven't updated in ages. I just lost my inspiration for this story. so this could be a nonsense chapter.. I'm just trying to get back into the flow of things again! And thanks so much for all the reviews!
Things I'll Never Say
Chapter Seven
The Opera
Rory awoke the next morning, opening her eyes slowly, she glanced around her bedroom. Her bedroom. A big smile settled on her lips. It was her bedroom, she was living on her own, and it was her apartment, her coffee maker. Her thoughts drifted to last night. Tristan. She groaned. He was her friend, she didn't like him like that, did she? It was a great kiss though. She smiled, stretching. She looked around her room, Tristan had "decorated' it. If she had had to, nothing would be different. She would have decorated it the same way. There was a knock on the door. Rory groaned and crawled out of the bed. She walked to the door, seeing that it was Tristan. She opened it.
"Good morning babe." He shut the door with his hip, handing her a coffee. "I bring food."
"Just what a girl wants to hear." Rory took the bag from his hand and went to sit at the stools in the kitchen. She sniffed. "Wow this smells good." She opened the bag to reveal pastries. She took a bite of a croissant. "Yummy."
"Glad you like it." He gave her a quick kiss. "Listen, I was thinking that we could go out tonight, have dinner, we could go to the theatre."
Rory glanced at him. "Tristan," she took a deep breath. "What happened last night, the kiss, it doesn- what do you think it meant?"
Tristan stared at her over hi coffee cup. 'what does it mean?' "I think that we should see what happens, that kiss affected you just as much as it affected me, you responded to me and you know it."
Rory looked at him for a while. "It was a kiss, and yes it affected me, just as any good kiss does-"
"You think I'm a good kisser?" Tristan smirked. "Why Mary, if I'd-"
"But it was just a kiss." She chose to ignore him. "I can't focus on a relationship right now."
Tristan stared at her for a minute. 'Just a kiss?' he ran his finger down her arm, goose bumps appeared over her flesh. "You know that kiss meant something, I felt it, and you felt it. You know it would have went further if I hadn't stopped it there. But you will realize that sooner or later, whether you like the fact or not. You know you feel something for me, and it scares you." Tristan got up and walked toward the door. "Good bye Rory." He walked out the door, closing it gently behind him.
Rory stared after him. Was he right? Did she feel something for him? Rory shook her head to clear her thoughts. Mindlessly scratching her arm where his finger had trailed. Rory noticed what she was doing and stood up. "I need a shower."
Rory spent the rest of the day fiddling around in her apartment. She tries, successfully, to add character to her apartment. Adding photographs, and mementos to make it hers. She had a light lunch and headed out in search of knick-knacks that would look nicely in her apartment. As she searched and scoured through stores, her cell phone rang. "Hello?"
"Rory! How are you darling!" her mothers voice was heard through the phone.
"Mom, why are you talking in a fake British accent?"
"Luke refuses to give me coffee, so I told him that I would speak like this until he did. I think it's starting to annoy him a incredibly. So how are you and Jess? And the spawn?" Lorelai asked.
Rory laughed. "I just moved into my apartment!"
"Did you?!" Lorelai exclaimed. "I'm coming to visit!"
"It's in the same building as Jess and Tristan, I lucked out. Yesterday I went out and bought everything. I even got this high tech coffee maker, you should see it! It's magnificent!" Rory told her mother excitedly.
"So what happened last night?"
"What?"
"What happened last night? Something happened, it might not have been last night, but something did happen, I can hear it in your voice." Her mother told her.
"I- nothing, not really, I unpacked, Tristan helped." Rory picked up and cool coffee mug, examining it.
"Tristan hunh? Did you kiss him?"
"I- what?" Rory nearly dropped the mug.
"You did, didn't you."
"Yes! Ok! I kissed Tristan DuGrey!" she exclaimed, causing some of the customers to look at her.
"I knew it."
Rory could hear Luke in the background. "Shut up Lorelai!"
"Thank you Lukey!" Lorelai replied. Rory could hear her sip. "Ahh."
"He gave in?" Rory grinned, she missed her mom and Luke.
"Yep, so what are you going to do?" Lorelai asked her.
"I don't know! Jess asked me out too, I don't know what to do." Rory plopped down on a chair in the furniture department.
"He always had a thing for you." Lorelai told her. "It looks like you're in a pickle."
"I'm in a pickle jar."
"I guess I'll have to straighten it out when I get there." Lorelai replied. "I'll bring Luke to, I'm sure he wants to see Jess."
"Bring Luke where?" Rory could hear Luke's voice.
"To see Jess, in New York."
"Oh."
"Well child of my loins, I guess we will see you soon! Bye Dahling!' Lorelai said in her British accent.
"Good bye Mom." Rory hung up. Her phone rang again before she had a chance to put it back into her purse.
"Hey honey."
"Who's this?" Rory asked.
"It's Jess."
"Oh!" Rory smacked her self in the forehead. 'Honey?' "I didn't know it was you!"
"About tonight, do you want to have a early dinner and catch a show?" he asked, she could tell he was smiling.
"Sounds fun." She smiled. "Where do you want me to meet you?"
"I'll pick you up, wear something dressy. Bye babe." Jess hung up.
"Dressy?" Rory said out loud. 'Why would I need something dressy to go to the movies?' Rory shrugged.
"Is there anything I can help you with Ms.?" A sales person asked.
"What? No, I'm just looking." Rory stood up from the chair.
Rory decided to wear a new black dress that she had purchased. It had a halter style neck, and the dressed flowed to her feet, stopping short to show off her delicate ankles. She put her hair into a loose bun, with a few tendrils hanging around her face, she completed the look with 2 inch black strappy sandals. There was a knock on the door.
"Wow, you
" Wow, you look beautiful." Jess stood there holding a dozen yellow roses.
"Oh Jess! You shouldn't have!" Rory took the flowers, walking into the kitchen. She walked back out.
"I like what you've done with the place." Jess nodded, he glanced at his watch. "We should get going."
"Oh, yes." Rory walked to the closet, and grabbed her over coat. She had always felt silly wearing it, it made her feel like she was in the Mafia.
"Here, let me help you." He helped her with the jacket and they headed out the door.
"This is a really nice restaurant Jess." Rory told him.
"I know, it's one of my favourites." He glanced at his menu. They ate their dinner in silence.
"That was excellent." Rory told them as they waited for the valet to bring Jess' car around. "So where to now?"
"The show." Jess smiled helping her into his car.
"The Opera?" Rory looked up in amazement.
"What did you think I meant?" Jess asked her.
"A movie!"
"And I wanted you to dress up for a movie?" Jess laughed.
"I didn't question it, I just figured Lorelai had rubbed off one you!" Rory laughed. "Boxed seats! I'm impressed!"
"Yep, all the pleasures of being a published author." He laughed and sat back in his chair. Rory laughed with him, seating herself as the lights dimmed. They were through the third act and Jess had gone in search of something, Rory did not know what. There was a sound of laughter coming from the boxed seats next to them. Rory glanced over, the curiosity getting the better of her, after all, she was a journalist. A blond, a very attractive blond, was giggling at something a man, of similar hair colour, whispered in her ear. She rolled her eyes, she hated their type. She probably had the IQ of the height of the chair she was sitting on. The man lifted his head. "Rory?" Tristan looked at her, squinting his eyes, hoping that they were deceiving them.
"Tristan." She stated coldly.
"I didn't know you were a fan of the opera." He replied, mentally cursing himself. 'why did I come here tonight? Especially with, what was her name? Candi?' Rory shrugged.
"Hi! I'm Bambi." Tristan's "date" said. 'Bambi?' Tristan thought he heard Rory snicker.
"I'm Rory, It's nice to meet you."
"You too! Don't you just love the opera? I do, I only wish I could understand Russian!"
Rory laughed, 'the show is in Italian, you moron.' "So do I." She heard Tristan groan. "Enjoy the rest of the show." She moved into the seat where Jess had sit, with the pretense of being able to see clearer. The lights began to dim. Where was Jess? He walked back in holding a bottle of champagne, he poured her a glass and she drank it quickly. Jess looked at her, giving her a concerned look. "I'm thirsty." He smiled, pouring her another glass.
By the time that the show was over, she was feeling. pleasant. Jess helped her out into the hall. "Tristan! I didn't know you were here tonight!" he said as Tristan walked out with 'Bambi.' Rory snickered, the action causing her to almost loose her balance. "You ok there Ror?"
"I'm fine." Rory giggled, clutching to Jess as he tried to keep her steady.
Tristan looked at her. She could feel his gaze. "Is she drunk?"
"Nooooooo." Rory replied.
"She got a little thirsty in the third act, I had a glass, she drank the rest." Jess told him.
"Champagne?"
"And whatever she drank while she went to the bathroom. I think she got lost, I found her in the bar an half hour later."
"You should get her home." Tristan told him.
"Don't tell him what to do!" Rory practically screamed. "You have no right to tell anyone what to do. You don't know what you're doing your self! Then again you're a lawyer, lawyers always have an ulterior motive." Rory lost her balance, Jess caught her before she hit the ground.
"Thank god there's no one here to see this. Take her home, give her some Aspirin and put her to bed." Tristan took Bambi's arm and began to lead her away.
"You bastard, I hate you." Rory yelled. Tristan's steps faltered, but he continued down the hall.
"Let's get you home." Jess said helping her along.