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Feedback : NanerNaner, I control this one, homies. No feedback, no new chapters. Thats the way Im working this time around =D. 10 new reviews = 1 new chapter. It'll keep up like that unless Im feeling frisky and up it to, oh, say, 25 new reviews. So do yourself and review ;) *giggle*
Authors Note : And for the moment we've all been waiting for...... Trory! Yay. Bow down.
"Dont Say You Love Me"
Chapter 05
Rory sighed, trying to not stare at the incredibly sexy male specimen that sat in front of her and Mary. This was their third and by far, hardest interview so far that day. And she knew that it would only get harder, given Tristan remembered her. Ha, doubtful, She thought. Ever since she realized who he was, nothing but him and his image occupied her mind. She hadn't even been able to concentrate on the interviews that had taken place, only could sit and compare the looks of one man to Tristan. Since when had she become so shallow? Sensing Rory's disinterest in the subject, Mary nudged her, bringing her back to reality.
"Sorry," she mumbled under her breath, turning the page for her next round of questions.
The guy, Rob Norris, stood up and extended his hand, an arrogant smile on his face. "Thank you ladies, its been a pleasure." He said, his eyes staying on Rory a little longer than necessary. She shifted uncomfortably, staring at her feet. Thankfully Mary took control of the situation.
"Nice meeting you, Mr. Norris. Could you send in the next person, please?" Mary asked politely.
Rob nodded and exited the room, much to the relief of Rory. "Why me," she moaned, slipping down further in her chair.
Mary laughed and handed her another cup of coffee. "You're single and you're beautiful. Naturally all the guys are going to flock to you."
Rory sighed, drinking her coffee in one gulp. She was about to respond, but the door opened and in walked a greek God. Or at least thats what he first appeared as. As he got closer, Rory's heart began to pound. It was him. Tristan. Squeezing her eyes shut, she prayed God would take pity on her and make her disappear into her chair.
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Tristan couldn't believe his eyes. Rory. Rory Gilmore sat in front of him, her eyes closed, almost as if she found him unbearable to even look at. What in God's name was she doing here? Why was this happening to him? Choking back his surprise, he smiled tensely. "Afternoon ladies."
The other woman, the redhead stood and shook his extended hand. "Mary Chally, we spoke on the phone."
Tristan nodded, his eyes never leaving Rory, who had at least open her eyes and stood, but refused to meet his gaze. "I remember. Tristan DuGrey."
Rory held out her hand to him, decided it would just be rude not to greet him civilly. "Tristan," she said curtly.
"Rory," He replied, biting his tongue as to not call her Mary. How ironic was this moment? Her, him and someone whom was actually named Mary.
Rory's eyes widened in shock. He remembered her! "Sit."
Tristan obeyed dutifully, choosing to ignore the questioning glances Mary was throwing them. "Shall we begin?"
Nodding, Rory picked up her notebook that had fallen on the floor admist all of this. "Date of birth?"
"October 1, 1984."
"Parents names?"
"Elena and Darren DuGrey."
Rory's eyes wandered over a few of the other questions she had written down. They were asking pretty much the same questions of each bachelor, but she already knew the answers to most of these. "Im done." She stated.
Mary gave her a weird look. "Done? There were at least ten other questions in there."
"Im done," she hissed, glancing over at Tristan quickly.
"O..kay. So, Mr. DuGrey....." Mary continued on with her own questions.
Rory tuned out, choosing to stare at Tristan, not obviously of course, or so she thought. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw her eyes darting up and down his physique and inside he smiled, nearly dying when she subconsciously licked her lips. The memory of the feeling of her lips on his was forever emblazoned in his mind and that was all he could think of then. Mary repeated her question again, causing him to turn his attention back to her. "Um, what?" He asked, feeling quite ignorant.
"Besides your time at the local orphanage, what other volunteer work do you do?" Mary repeated for the third time.
Tristan secretly gazed at Rory's reaction to hearing about his volunteering at an orphanage. She looked shocked. Pleasantly shocked. "Well, in the winter I help out at the soup kitchen downtown and I spend time at the humane society."
The interview was suddenly interrupted as one of the hotel employee's stuck his head inside the room. "Ms. Chally? Theres a phone call for you at the front desk."
Mary sighed and excused herself, leaving the two alone. And Tristan wasn't about to pass this chance up. Neither was Rory.
"What are you doing here?" They both demanded simultaneously. Fortunately, this seemed to break the tension.
"You first," Rory said, crossing her arms.
"Isn't that obvious, Miss Gilmore?" Tristan replied, unable to help the same cocky smirk that had drove her crazy in high school, spreading across his face.
Rory was unsuccessful in her attempt to resist smiling at the familiar tone in his voice. "I thought you'd have your prized trophy wife by now, Mr. DuGrey. Thats all."
Tristan grinned. "I happen to like being single, thank you very much."
Rory placed a hand over her heart. "Am I hearing this right? Tristan DuGrey enjoys not having a female companion? Should I be putting you under homo-suspicion?"
Laughing, Tristan leaned back in his chair. "Not all, Miss Gilmore. Theres just too many lovely ladies for me to choose and settle down right now."
Groaning, Rory rolled her eyes. "Some people never change."
Ignoring that comment, Tristan met her gaze. "You never answered my question. What are you doing here?"
"I work for the magazine, Tristan. Don't tell me you couldn't gather that from my sitting here asking you questions." Rory retorted.
"Why, Rory, I thought you were just here to grab a peek at my buff body." Tristan said, the glimmer of playfulness returning to his usually dormant blue eyes.
"Once again I reinstate, some people never change."
This time, Tristan decided to comment on that. Leaning forward, his hand grazed her arm. "You'd be surprised how much I have changed, Rory." He said softly, sincerely.
Rory stared at him disbelievingly for a moment. But something in his eyes told her that what he said was true, he had changed. "Don't tell me you've finally gone and grown up," she teased with a smile.
Tristan thanked God that she chose to keep their conversation lighthearted. He couldn't handle a deep one right now. "Now why would I do that?"
Rory giggled and filled her cup back up. "I missed you," she said seriously.
A smile spread across Tristans face, one unlike any other he had ever given. This one full of utter and complete happiness, happiness that had been born the moment those words slipped out of her mouth. "I missed you too, Rory. I always meant to write, but I figured you'd see the return address and throw it away before opening it."
"Back then, I probably would have. But its been a long time and things change." Rory replied, her blue eyes colliding with his.
Before Tristan had the time to reply, Mary reappeared, apologizing for taking so long. With an exchange of glances between Tristan and Rory, the interview continued. When they concluded, Rory walked Tristan out to the front of the hotel, smiling contentedly.
"It was nice seeing you again, Tristan. Don't be such a stranger, okay?" Rory said earnestly, feeling undeniably sad that he had to leave.
Tristan echoed the sentiment. "It was nice seeing you again, too." In what was supposed to be a comical gesture, he swept down and planted a kiss on her hand, slipping a piece of paper in her palm. Throwing a smile over his shoulder, Tristan disappeared down the stairs and into his waiting car. Rory watched him go, the Titanic moment not lost on her. Slowly she opened her hand and read over the small note.
Mary,
Meet me at Starbucks tomorrow at noon. If you cant make it, give me a call.
Tristan
The prior was followed by both his home and cell phone number. Smiling to herself, Rory practically skipped back into the hotel for the final interview of the day.
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Did that suck? Should I re-write and make it better? Let me know, please. Im my own worst critic, so I need to know what you all think so I dont go back and butcher it completely. :)
*~* Shay *~*
P/S, I just checked the site before I posted this and *surprise* FIFTY reviews. Dang peoples, I just posted this story yesterday lol. Im glad you're enjoying it. More Troryness coming soon!
Feedback : NanerNaner, I control this one, homies. No feedback, no new chapters. Thats the way Im working this time around =D. 10 new reviews = 1 new chapter. It'll keep up like that unless Im feeling frisky and up it to, oh, say, 25 new reviews. So do yourself and review ;) *giggle*
Authors Note : And for the moment we've all been waiting for...... Trory! Yay. Bow down.
Chapter 05
Rory sighed, trying to not stare at the incredibly sexy male specimen that sat in front of her and Mary. This was their third and by far, hardest interview so far that day. And she knew that it would only get harder, given Tristan remembered her. Ha, doubtful, She thought. Ever since she realized who he was, nothing but him and his image occupied her mind. She hadn't even been able to concentrate on the interviews that had taken place, only could sit and compare the looks of one man to Tristan. Since when had she become so shallow? Sensing Rory's disinterest in the subject, Mary nudged her, bringing her back to reality.
"Sorry," she mumbled under her breath, turning the page for her next round of questions.
The guy, Rob Norris, stood up and extended his hand, an arrogant smile on his face. "Thank you ladies, its been a pleasure." He said, his eyes staying on Rory a little longer than necessary. She shifted uncomfortably, staring at her feet. Thankfully Mary took control of the situation.
"Nice meeting you, Mr. Norris. Could you send in the next person, please?" Mary asked politely.
Rob nodded and exited the room, much to the relief of Rory. "Why me," she moaned, slipping down further in her chair.
Mary laughed and handed her another cup of coffee. "You're single and you're beautiful. Naturally all the guys are going to flock to you."
Rory sighed, drinking her coffee in one gulp. She was about to respond, but the door opened and in walked a greek God. Or at least thats what he first appeared as. As he got closer, Rory's heart began to pound. It was him. Tristan. Squeezing her eyes shut, she prayed God would take pity on her and make her disappear into her chair.
******
Tristan couldn't believe his eyes. Rory. Rory Gilmore sat in front of him, her eyes closed, almost as if she found him unbearable to even look at. What in God's name was she doing here? Why was this happening to him? Choking back his surprise, he smiled tensely. "Afternoon ladies."
The other woman, the redhead stood and shook his extended hand. "Mary Chally, we spoke on the phone."
Tristan nodded, his eyes never leaving Rory, who had at least open her eyes and stood, but refused to meet his gaze. "I remember. Tristan DuGrey."
Rory held out her hand to him, decided it would just be rude not to greet him civilly. "Tristan," she said curtly.
"Rory," He replied, biting his tongue as to not call her Mary. How ironic was this moment? Her, him and someone whom was actually named Mary.
Rory's eyes widened in shock. He remembered her! "Sit."
Tristan obeyed dutifully, choosing to ignore the questioning glances Mary was throwing them. "Shall we begin?"
Nodding, Rory picked up her notebook that had fallen on the floor admist all of this. "Date of birth?"
"October 1, 1984."
"Parents names?"
"Elena and Darren DuGrey."
Rory's eyes wandered over a few of the other questions she had written down. They were asking pretty much the same questions of each bachelor, but she already knew the answers to most of these. "Im done." She stated.
Mary gave her a weird look. "Done? There were at least ten other questions in there."
"Im done," she hissed, glancing over at Tristan quickly.
"O..kay. So, Mr. DuGrey....." Mary continued on with her own questions.
Rory tuned out, choosing to stare at Tristan, not obviously of course, or so she thought. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw her eyes darting up and down his physique and inside he smiled, nearly dying when she subconsciously licked her lips. The memory of the feeling of her lips on his was forever emblazoned in his mind and that was all he could think of then. Mary repeated her question again, causing him to turn his attention back to her. "Um, what?" He asked, feeling quite ignorant.
"Besides your time at the local orphanage, what other volunteer work do you do?" Mary repeated for the third time.
Tristan secretly gazed at Rory's reaction to hearing about his volunteering at an orphanage. She looked shocked. Pleasantly shocked. "Well, in the winter I help out at the soup kitchen downtown and I spend time at the humane society."
The interview was suddenly interrupted as one of the hotel employee's stuck his head inside the room. "Ms. Chally? Theres a phone call for you at the front desk."
Mary sighed and excused herself, leaving the two alone. And Tristan wasn't about to pass this chance up. Neither was Rory.
"What are you doing here?" They both demanded simultaneously. Fortunately, this seemed to break the tension.
"You first," Rory said, crossing her arms.
"Isn't that obvious, Miss Gilmore?" Tristan replied, unable to help the same cocky smirk that had drove her crazy in high school, spreading across his face.
Rory was unsuccessful in her attempt to resist smiling at the familiar tone in his voice. "I thought you'd have your prized trophy wife by now, Mr. DuGrey. Thats all."
Tristan grinned. "I happen to like being single, thank you very much."
Rory placed a hand over her heart. "Am I hearing this right? Tristan DuGrey enjoys not having a female companion? Should I be putting you under homo-suspicion?"
Laughing, Tristan leaned back in his chair. "Not all, Miss Gilmore. Theres just too many lovely ladies for me to choose and settle down right now."
Groaning, Rory rolled her eyes. "Some people never change."
Ignoring that comment, Tristan met her gaze. "You never answered my question. What are you doing here?"
"I work for the magazine, Tristan. Don't tell me you couldn't gather that from my sitting here asking you questions." Rory retorted.
"Why, Rory, I thought you were just here to grab a peek at my buff body." Tristan said, the glimmer of playfulness returning to his usually dormant blue eyes.
"Once again I reinstate, some people never change."
This time, Tristan decided to comment on that. Leaning forward, his hand grazed her arm. "You'd be surprised how much I have changed, Rory." He said softly, sincerely.
Rory stared at him disbelievingly for a moment. But something in his eyes told her that what he said was true, he had changed. "Don't tell me you've finally gone and grown up," she teased with a smile.
Tristan thanked God that she chose to keep their conversation lighthearted. He couldn't handle a deep one right now. "Now why would I do that?"
Rory giggled and filled her cup back up. "I missed you," she said seriously.
A smile spread across Tristans face, one unlike any other he had ever given. This one full of utter and complete happiness, happiness that had been born the moment those words slipped out of her mouth. "I missed you too, Rory. I always meant to write, but I figured you'd see the return address and throw it away before opening it."
"Back then, I probably would have. But its been a long time and things change." Rory replied, her blue eyes colliding with his.
Before Tristan had the time to reply, Mary reappeared, apologizing for taking so long. With an exchange of glances between Tristan and Rory, the interview continued. When they concluded, Rory walked Tristan out to the front of the hotel, smiling contentedly.
"It was nice seeing you again, Tristan. Don't be such a stranger, okay?" Rory said earnestly, feeling undeniably sad that he had to leave.
Tristan echoed the sentiment. "It was nice seeing you again, too." In what was supposed to be a comical gesture, he swept down and planted a kiss on her hand, slipping a piece of paper in her palm. Throwing a smile over his shoulder, Tristan disappeared down the stairs and into his waiting car. Rory watched him go, the Titanic moment not lost on her. Slowly she opened her hand and read over the small note.
Mary,
Meet me at Starbucks tomorrow at noon. If you cant make it, give me a call.
Tristan
The prior was followed by both his home and cell phone number. Smiling to herself, Rory practically skipped back into the hotel for the final interview of the day.
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Did that suck? Should I re-write and make it better? Let me know, please. Im my own worst critic, so I need to know what you all think so I dont go back and butcher it completely. :)
*~* Shay *~*
P/S, I just checked the site before I posted this and *surprise* FIFTY reviews. Dang peoples, I just posted this story yesterday lol. Im glad you're enjoying it. More Troryness coming soon!