Disclaimer : Do we have to go over this everytime? I own zilch.
Feedback : Ooh, you guys are good. 11 Reviews in less than 2 hours, dont i feel special :) I'm glad you all like the idea of this story, its been floating around in my head for awhile, but my previous attempts at writing it have sucked. Hopefully the 7th time will be the charm :)
A/N : Until I bring the R/T element to the story, the chapters will alternate between the two (chapter one being rory, this chapter being tristan, you get the idea.)
And to clear things up for those who might be wondering (apple_eye ;) Everything that has happened in the series has taken place, meaning the kiss took place, Tristan left for military school etc. You all know what Im talking about. So yeah, everything you know about the show is true. And before anyone brings it up, Dean died a horrid death. Okay, maybe not. But he's living in a run down home somewhere in ghetto america with 10 illegitimate children and works at night as a street sweeper. Okay, maybe not that either, but he's not in the story. Rory broke up with him years ago and he fled Stars Hollow in shame. Mwhaha *evil* K, anyway.. Im done rambling.
"Dont Say You Love Me"
Chapter 02
Opening one gorgeous blue eye, Tristan stretched lazily, staring up at the clear blue sky. Life was good. He had graduated from Princeton the previous summer, came back home to his parents house in Hartford, and was working his way up at his fathers company, which ultimately he would be taking over one day, but it was nice to work for something for once. Hartford hadn't changed much since he left oh so many years ago. Military school had done him good, taught him that life wasn't money and that he couldn't run back to Daddy everytime something went wrong. He had learned firm independence while in North Carolina. It hadn't been easy, but something inside Tristan DuGrey had changed that day he had walked away from.. her. Damn, the one cloud in the otherwise perfect sky. Not that Rory Gilmore was a bad thing, but he'd rather not think about her, rather not think about how hard it had been to walk away without kissing her one last time, rather not think about how long it had taken him to get to the point where he could get through one day without thinking about her. It was easier not having her hovering in his mind when it came to his bimbo of the week, if they even lasted that long. That was the one thing that had changed, yet stayed the same. Whether or not he liked to admit it, deep down he was still searching for love to fill the void in his heart.
"Your lemonade, Mr DuGrey," The older man said, coming into view in front of Tristan's spot by the pool.
Tristan gratefully took the glass from the butler and smiled. "Thank you Gregory."
The man nodded and retreated back into the large home that lay a few hundred yards away. Tristan watched him go and stood up once he was inside. He needed to clear his head, get rid of all the images of Rory standing in front of him when he told her he was leaving, for good. Had to erase the thoughts of what her look of disappointment and almost.. sadness had meant. Stripping off his shirt (a/n: major droolage at the image, yes?) he dove into the pool, sighing with relief as the cool water refreshed his mind.
*****
A few hours later, once the sun had become to hot to bear, Tristan sauntered into the kitchen of the DuGrey home, feeling for once, completely at ease with his surroundings. Picking up the notepad next to the phone, he flipped through the messages from those who had called.
"Amanda, Chrissy, Danielle, ooh, Kimmy," He murmured, reading the names off to himself, jumping suddenly when the phone rang loudly. Shaking his head to clear his initial shock, he picked it up. "DuGrey residence."
"May I speak with Tristan, please?" A professional female voice filtered through.
Tristan cocked his head to one side, a smirk spreading across his face. "Speaking."
"Well, hello Mr. DuGrey, this is Mary Chally from Fade Magazine. As I'm sure you know, we're doing a feature on Hartford's most eligible bachelors and you have been selected. When would be an okay time for my partner and I to come by and interview you?" Mary's chipper voice asked.
Tristan ran a hand through his sun streaked hair. He had completely forgotten about that. "Whenever's fine with you." He answered noncommittedly.
"Would tomorrow afternoon be all right with you then? Around 3 or so?" Mary suggested.
Wracking his brain for a moment, Tristan nodded even though she couldn't see him. "Yeah, sure that's fine. Where should we meet?"
"The Goodwin Hotel, our photographers will be there as well, to get some pictures to accompany your page. Is that okay?"
"Great. I'll see you tomorrow." Tristan replied, his interest obviously wavering.
"Thank you. Good-day, Mr DuGrey," Mary said back cheerfully before hanging up.
Tristan sighed once the dial tone came through. How he had gotten caught up in the most eligible bachelor thing, he didn't know. Probably his father pulling some strings for one reason or another. "Well, might as well make some plans for tonight," He muttered to himself, dialing a random girls number.
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Short, but... not so sweet? I know, these chapters are really short, but Im trying to set the tone for the story. Once we get some interaction going on they'll be longer, I promise. Errm.. I know its pathetic to beg for reviews, but if you would PLEASE hit the button down there and give me some kind of feedback so I know what you guys are thinking/liking/not liking so far. Cuz without your opinions, I cant make my story any better. :) Thanks!
*~*Shay*~*
Feedback : Ooh, you guys are good. 11 Reviews in less than 2 hours, dont i feel special :) I'm glad you all like the idea of this story, its been floating around in my head for awhile, but my previous attempts at writing it have sucked. Hopefully the 7th time will be the charm :)
A/N : Until I bring the R/T element to the story, the chapters will alternate between the two (chapter one being rory, this chapter being tristan, you get the idea.)
And to clear things up for those who might be wondering (apple_eye ;) Everything that has happened in the series has taken place, meaning the kiss took place, Tristan left for military school etc. You all know what Im talking about. So yeah, everything you know about the show is true. And before anyone brings it up, Dean died a horrid death. Okay, maybe not. But he's living in a run down home somewhere in ghetto america with 10 illegitimate children and works at night as a street sweeper. Okay, maybe not that either, but he's not in the story. Rory broke up with him years ago and he fled Stars Hollow in shame. Mwhaha *evil* K, anyway.. Im done rambling.
Chapter 02
Opening one gorgeous blue eye, Tristan stretched lazily, staring up at the clear blue sky. Life was good. He had graduated from Princeton the previous summer, came back home to his parents house in Hartford, and was working his way up at his fathers company, which ultimately he would be taking over one day, but it was nice to work for something for once. Hartford hadn't changed much since he left oh so many years ago. Military school had done him good, taught him that life wasn't money and that he couldn't run back to Daddy everytime something went wrong. He had learned firm independence while in North Carolina. It hadn't been easy, but something inside Tristan DuGrey had changed that day he had walked away from.. her. Damn, the one cloud in the otherwise perfect sky. Not that Rory Gilmore was a bad thing, but he'd rather not think about her, rather not think about how hard it had been to walk away without kissing her one last time, rather not think about how long it had taken him to get to the point where he could get through one day without thinking about her. It was easier not having her hovering in his mind when it came to his bimbo of the week, if they even lasted that long. That was the one thing that had changed, yet stayed the same. Whether or not he liked to admit it, deep down he was still searching for love to fill the void in his heart.
"Your lemonade, Mr DuGrey," The older man said, coming into view in front of Tristan's spot by the pool.
Tristan gratefully took the glass from the butler and smiled. "Thank you Gregory."
The man nodded and retreated back into the large home that lay a few hundred yards away. Tristan watched him go and stood up once he was inside. He needed to clear his head, get rid of all the images of Rory standing in front of him when he told her he was leaving, for good. Had to erase the thoughts of what her look of disappointment and almost.. sadness had meant. Stripping off his shirt (a/n: major droolage at the image, yes?) he dove into the pool, sighing with relief as the cool water refreshed his mind.
*****
A few hours later, once the sun had become to hot to bear, Tristan sauntered into the kitchen of the DuGrey home, feeling for once, completely at ease with his surroundings. Picking up the notepad next to the phone, he flipped through the messages from those who had called.
"Amanda, Chrissy, Danielle, ooh, Kimmy," He murmured, reading the names off to himself, jumping suddenly when the phone rang loudly. Shaking his head to clear his initial shock, he picked it up. "DuGrey residence."
"May I speak with Tristan, please?" A professional female voice filtered through.
Tristan cocked his head to one side, a smirk spreading across his face. "Speaking."
"Well, hello Mr. DuGrey, this is Mary Chally from Fade Magazine. As I'm sure you know, we're doing a feature on Hartford's most eligible bachelors and you have been selected. When would be an okay time for my partner and I to come by and interview you?" Mary's chipper voice asked.
Tristan ran a hand through his sun streaked hair. He had completely forgotten about that. "Whenever's fine with you." He answered noncommittedly.
"Would tomorrow afternoon be all right with you then? Around 3 or so?" Mary suggested.
Wracking his brain for a moment, Tristan nodded even though she couldn't see him. "Yeah, sure that's fine. Where should we meet?"
"The Goodwin Hotel, our photographers will be there as well, to get some pictures to accompany your page. Is that okay?"
"Great. I'll see you tomorrow." Tristan replied, his interest obviously wavering.
"Thank you. Good-day, Mr DuGrey," Mary said back cheerfully before hanging up.
Tristan sighed once the dial tone came through. How he had gotten caught up in the most eligible bachelor thing, he didn't know. Probably his father pulling some strings for one reason or another. "Well, might as well make some plans for tonight," He muttered to himself, dialing a random girls number.
******
Short, but... not so sweet? I know, these chapters are really short, but Im trying to set the tone for the story. Once we get some interaction going on they'll be longer, I promise. Errm.. I know its pathetic to beg for reviews, but if you would PLEASE hit the button down there and give me some kind of feedback so I know what you guys are thinking/liking/not liking so far. Cuz without your opinions, I cant make my story any better. :) Thanks!
*~*Shay*~*