Heya my loyal Trory readers. I just want to thank you all so much for your
kind reviews. When I posted the first chapter of this story (only two days
ago! sheesh lol), I never imagined that everyone would like it so much, but
Im pleased that you do. I've gotten a few complaints, through email/im mostly,
that my chapters are too short for my readers likings. So I'm going to try
and make them longer, with more Trory interaction going on, but in order
for me to do that, updates will probably be pushed down to one chapter a
day (until i go back to school, then you might get 2 a week if you're lucky *ducks from flying
objects*).. I'm also going to try to start writing my first draft of the
chapters on paper instead of on the computer, my creative juices just seem
to flow better when I do that. Umm.. any suggestions on anything, I welcome
them all. If you wanna yell at me, feel free to email me. Okay, this is a
long enough thank you/authors note. On to the goodies...
"Dont Say You Love Me"
Chapter 07
The days just wouldn't pass fast enough for Tristan, who, when he wasn't working, spent his time thinking about Rory. The time they had spent together days earlier had been magical, there was just a sense of contentment, of ease between them. The tentative friendship they had agreed upon that day at Starbucks was blooming through hour long phone calls and constant emails. And though he would fight the feeling until the end of time, Tristan knew he still loved her, maybe even more so now. Those thoughts aside, he was grateful to just be her friend, someone, with the assistance of time, he hoped would be the one she ran to when she needed a shoulder to cry on, when she needed someone to cheer her up. He wanted to be the person, he wanted to make her world as bright for her as she did for him. But first things first, he had to get through the Fourth of July celebration without ruining things.
******
Thursday, July 3
Brriiiing.
Groaning, Tristan opened his eyes, glancing at the clock before reaching over to answer the phone. "Yeah."
There was some muffled arguing before a female voice came on the line. "Tristan?"
Tristan sat up groggily, wiping the sleep from his eyes. "Who is this?"
"Its Rory. I didn't wake you up, did I?"
"Yeah, but don't worry about it, time for me to get up anyway. Whats up?" Tristan replied, dressing while speaking.
Rory hesitated, she didn't want this to seem like she was throwing herself at him. But then again, they were friends now. "Well, you know how we were supposed to spend time together this weekend, at the parade downtown and all that?"
Tristan felt his heart start racing, praying that she wasnt cancelleing their plans. Not when he had been looking forward to spending that time with her this entire week. "Yeah.."
Rory gulped, her pulse pounding in her ear. "Well, see, my grandparents, last minute of course, offered to let my mom, her boyfriend and I use their place up north for the weekend and I really want to go, but I dont wanna back out of our plans..."
"Its okay, you can go if you want." Tristan interrupted, thinking she was done.
"Im going too," Rory informed him. "But I was hoping, so we could still spend the holiday together, that you might come with us?"
Tristan felt the earth below him move. Rory was inviting him to go with her? And here he was stalling like an idiot. "Are you sure thats okay?" Stupid! Why did he ask that?
"Im a grown woman, Tris," Rory reminded him. "Its fine as long as you think you can put up with my mom for four days."
Tristan grinned at the way his nickname just rolled off her tongue. It was like music to his ears. "Oh, Im sure I can handle her."
Rory smiled happily. "Great, so you'll come?"
"Wouldn't miss it for the world."
"Yay. We're leaving tonight, so could you meet us at my house, say around 7?" Rory asked, unable to hide how excited she now was.
"I'll be there. Is there anything you need me to bring?" Tristan said.
"Hold on, let me ask my Mom." Rory replied, and could be heard speaking to another woman for a minute. "According to my Mom, you are required to bring flashlights, paper plates, hamburger buns and coffee. Luke said he'd bring the coffee, but knowing him, he'll conveniently forget."
Coming to the conclusion that Luke was the elder Gilmore's boyfriend, Tristan wrote the items down on a piece of paper. "Alright, got it. Anything else?"
"Nope, that about covers it."
"Okay, I'll see you a little later then."
"Bye Tris."
"Goodbye Mary."
After hanging up the phone, Tristan, with a broad smile stretched across his tanned face, went to shower.
*****
"Okay, ew. Can we not be doing that all weekend?" Rory chided goodnaturedly as Luke and her mother tongue wrestled for the umpteenth time that day.
Lorelai broke away, grinning sheepishly. "We'll see who'll be all kissiekissie this weekend."
Rory blushed at the indication her mother thought something was going to happen between her and Tristan. "Not me."
"Wanna put money on that?" Lorelai teased.
Turning to Luke, Rory gave him the sweetest smile possible. "Would you please shut her up for me?"
"Gladly," Luke said, pulling Lorelai back towards him. Rory mimicked puking noises and disappeared into the kitchen to wait for Tristan.
*****
Tristan stood on the Gilmore's porch, in position to knock when the door suddenly flew open, revealing Rory with a huge grin on her face. "A little eager to see me, Mar?" He joked, giving her a quick hug.
"You're late." She pointed out, the smile never leaving.
Tristan glanced at his watch and shrugged."Five minutes."
Rory rolled her eyes and pulled him into the house. "My mom is dying to finally meet the elusive Tristan DuGrey. Get ready to be interagated to death."
"Elusive huh? Didn't know you thought so highly of me." Tristan smirked.
Rory slugged him in the shoulder. "We haven't left yet, DuGrey, dont push your luck."
Tristan just gave her his patented million watt smile, gazing around the Gilmore residence. Rory grabbed his hand, both trying to ignore the sparks that flew, and dragged him into the kitchen where Lorelai was arguing with Luke over, as usual, her daily coffee intake.
"I wont be able to drive all that way though," Lorelai whined, stomping her foot like a child.
"I'll drive then." Luke said, folding his arms across his chest.
"Ahem," Rory interrupted. "Don't mean to butt into this lovely round of give me coffee, but Tristan's here."
Lorelai whirrled around, her eyes lighting up at the sight of Tristan. "Ooh, fresh meat. Come child, sit, let us talk."
Tristan shot Rory a weary look, but she merely shrugged, and pulled out a chair. He reluctantly sat, turning to face the wrath that was Lorelai.
"So you're Evil Tristan," She began, her eyes traveling the length of him. Luke cleared his throat in annoyance, causing Lorelai to grin impishly.
"Ah, I guess that would be me," Tristan replied, casting another look in Rorys direction.
"And you're coming with us this weekend?"
"Looks that way."
"And you brougth coffee?" Lorelai asked hopefully.
"I value my life, so yes, I did." Tristan answered, a sparkle in his eye.
Lorelai nodded appreciatively. "I like you."
"The feelings mutual, then Ms. Gilmore."
Rory gasped, dropping her spoon off the table. Lorelai, however, managed to stay sane for the first time in a long time. "I can take that back, you know. Its Lorelai. Understood?"
"Completely."
"Good. Lets boogie." Lorelai shrieked, grabbing Luke and Rory's arm and pulling them out the front door. Tristan, who was latched onto Rory's other arm grinned inwardly. Yes, this would definately be an interesting weekend.
******
Didn't I just say something about longer chapters? Well, not this one. Next one, I swear. My head hurts too much to continue this tonight and I wanted to put something up since everyone has been so kind and reviewing even though this story sucks. We'll have a 3092432094093940320320909 page long chapter tomorrow (okay, maybe not quite that long. but close!) Enjoy.
*~* Shay *~*
Chapter 07
The days just wouldn't pass fast enough for Tristan, who, when he wasn't working, spent his time thinking about Rory. The time they had spent together days earlier had been magical, there was just a sense of contentment, of ease between them. The tentative friendship they had agreed upon that day at Starbucks was blooming through hour long phone calls and constant emails. And though he would fight the feeling until the end of time, Tristan knew he still loved her, maybe even more so now. Those thoughts aside, he was grateful to just be her friend, someone, with the assistance of time, he hoped would be the one she ran to when she needed a shoulder to cry on, when she needed someone to cheer her up. He wanted to be the person, he wanted to make her world as bright for her as she did for him. But first things first, he had to get through the Fourth of July celebration without ruining things.
******
Thursday, July 3
Brriiiing.
Groaning, Tristan opened his eyes, glancing at the clock before reaching over to answer the phone. "Yeah."
There was some muffled arguing before a female voice came on the line. "Tristan?"
Tristan sat up groggily, wiping the sleep from his eyes. "Who is this?"
"Its Rory. I didn't wake you up, did I?"
"Yeah, but don't worry about it, time for me to get up anyway. Whats up?" Tristan replied, dressing while speaking.
Rory hesitated, she didn't want this to seem like she was throwing herself at him. But then again, they were friends now. "Well, you know how we were supposed to spend time together this weekend, at the parade downtown and all that?"
Tristan felt his heart start racing, praying that she wasnt cancelleing their plans. Not when he had been looking forward to spending that time with her this entire week. "Yeah.."
Rory gulped, her pulse pounding in her ear. "Well, see, my grandparents, last minute of course, offered to let my mom, her boyfriend and I use their place up north for the weekend and I really want to go, but I dont wanna back out of our plans..."
"Its okay, you can go if you want." Tristan interrupted, thinking she was done.
"Im going too," Rory informed him. "But I was hoping, so we could still spend the holiday together, that you might come with us?"
Tristan felt the earth below him move. Rory was inviting him to go with her? And here he was stalling like an idiot. "Are you sure thats okay?" Stupid! Why did he ask that?
"Im a grown woman, Tris," Rory reminded him. "Its fine as long as you think you can put up with my mom for four days."
Tristan grinned at the way his nickname just rolled off her tongue. It was like music to his ears. "Oh, Im sure I can handle her."
Rory smiled happily. "Great, so you'll come?"
"Wouldn't miss it for the world."
"Yay. We're leaving tonight, so could you meet us at my house, say around 7?" Rory asked, unable to hide how excited she now was.
"I'll be there. Is there anything you need me to bring?" Tristan said.
"Hold on, let me ask my Mom." Rory replied, and could be heard speaking to another woman for a minute. "According to my Mom, you are required to bring flashlights, paper plates, hamburger buns and coffee. Luke said he'd bring the coffee, but knowing him, he'll conveniently forget."
Coming to the conclusion that Luke was the elder Gilmore's boyfriend, Tristan wrote the items down on a piece of paper. "Alright, got it. Anything else?"
"Nope, that about covers it."
"Okay, I'll see you a little later then."
"Bye Tris."
"Goodbye Mary."
After hanging up the phone, Tristan, with a broad smile stretched across his tanned face, went to shower.
*****
"Okay, ew. Can we not be doing that all weekend?" Rory chided goodnaturedly as Luke and her mother tongue wrestled for the umpteenth time that day.
Lorelai broke away, grinning sheepishly. "We'll see who'll be all kissiekissie this weekend."
Rory blushed at the indication her mother thought something was going to happen between her and Tristan. "Not me."
"Wanna put money on that?" Lorelai teased.
Turning to Luke, Rory gave him the sweetest smile possible. "Would you please shut her up for me?"
"Gladly," Luke said, pulling Lorelai back towards him. Rory mimicked puking noises and disappeared into the kitchen to wait for Tristan.
*****
Tristan stood on the Gilmore's porch, in position to knock when the door suddenly flew open, revealing Rory with a huge grin on her face. "A little eager to see me, Mar?" He joked, giving her a quick hug.
"You're late." She pointed out, the smile never leaving.
Tristan glanced at his watch and shrugged."Five minutes."
Rory rolled her eyes and pulled him into the house. "My mom is dying to finally meet the elusive Tristan DuGrey. Get ready to be interagated to death."
"Elusive huh? Didn't know you thought so highly of me." Tristan smirked.
Rory slugged him in the shoulder. "We haven't left yet, DuGrey, dont push your luck."
Tristan just gave her his patented million watt smile, gazing around the Gilmore residence. Rory grabbed his hand, both trying to ignore the sparks that flew, and dragged him into the kitchen where Lorelai was arguing with Luke over, as usual, her daily coffee intake.
"I wont be able to drive all that way though," Lorelai whined, stomping her foot like a child.
"I'll drive then." Luke said, folding his arms across his chest.
"Ahem," Rory interrupted. "Don't mean to butt into this lovely round of give me coffee, but Tristan's here."
Lorelai whirrled around, her eyes lighting up at the sight of Tristan. "Ooh, fresh meat. Come child, sit, let us talk."
Tristan shot Rory a weary look, but she merely shrugged, and pulled out a chair. He reluctantly sat, turning to face the wrath that was Lorelai.
"So you're Evil Tristan," She began, her eyes traveling the length of him. Luke cleared his throat in annoyance, causing Lorelai to grin impishly.
"Ah, I guess that would be me," Tristan replied, casting another look in Rorys direction.
"And you're coming with us this weekend?"
"Looks that way."
"And you brougth coffee?" Lorelai asked hopefully.
"I value my life, so yes, I did." Tristan answered, a sparkle in his eye.
Lorelai nodded appreciatively. "I like you."
"The feelings mutual, then Ms. Gilmore."
Rory gasped, dropping her spoon off the table. Lorelai, however, managed to stay sane for the first time in a long time. "I can take that back, you know. Its Lorelai. Understood?"
"Completely."
"Good. Lets boogie." Lorelai shrieked, grabbing Luke and Rory's arm and pulling them out the front door. Tristan, who was latched onto Rory's other arm grinned inwardly. Yes, this would definately be an interesting weekend.
******
Didn't I just say something about longer chapters? Well, not this one. Next one, I swear. My head hurts too much to continue this tonight and I wanted to put something up since everyone has been so kind and reviewing even though this story sucks. We'll have a 3092432094093940320320909 page long chapter tomorrow (okay, maybe not quite that long. but close!) Enjoy.
*~* Shay *~*