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"Dont Say You Love Me"
Chapter 13
Rory sighed heavily as the phone in her office rang again, for what seemed to be the two billionth time that day.
"Fade Magazine, how can I help you," She said, cringing at how irritated she sounded.
"Jamaica. Tomorrow. The two of us."
The voice that rang in her ears caused Rory to crack her first smile of the day. "Hello, to you too."
"Why the pissed voice, Mar?"
Rory dropped her pencil onto the desk and leaned back in the chair, relieved to finally have some kind of outlet. Even if that outlet was Tristan. "My boss is out sick, so all of his calls are being fed to me and Its -"
*Beep*
" - driving me crazy." Rory sighed again. "Hold on, theres another call."
"Okay."
Rory switched over to the other line, fighting back the tears of stress that were threatening to spill from her eyes at any moment. "Fade Magazine."
"Rory, its Mike. I just wanted to know if a call from Christina Morris has come in yet?"
"Uhmm, yeah, her rep called about an hour ago."
Mike let out a relieved breath. "Great. Could you fax me the info asap? I need to get started on that right away."
Rolling her eyes, Rory flipped through some of the papers on her desk until she found what she was looking for. "Okay. Is that all you needed?"
"Yeah, that covers it. Are you okay, you're sounding a little stressed."
"I am. Both you and Micah are out today so they're sending all the calls my way. Why, I don't know, but I don't think I've talked on the phone as much as I have today in my entire life."
Mike chuckled. "I'll call Amber and have her send the calls to Kyle. Why don't you pack up and head home, you sound like you need a nap."
"Thanks, Mike."
"No problem. See you tomorrow, Rory."
"Bye." Rory said gratefully, clicking back over to Tristan. "Tris?"
"I thought you forgot about me." Tristan whined teasingly.
"Don't you start, Im the only one deserving of the whining today."
Tristan smiled to himself. "Okay, okay, Im sorry. What time do you get off today?"
"Im off now, actually. That was my boss on the other line, he's letting me go home early. Thank God for small favors."
"Okay, I'll be there in a few minutes to pick you up."
"Its okay, Tris. I'll just call my mom and have her pick me up."
"Nope, Im coming. And Im bringing large amounts of coffee cuz you sound like you could use it."
Rory's voice chippered up. "Coffee? Okay, I'll be waiting outside."
Tristan laughed. "You're hopeless. See you in five."
And he was gone before she got the chance to say good-bye.
*****
As soon as Rory was seated in Tristan's car, the cup of coffee he had been holding was in her hands and half gone. Smiling to herself, she leaned her head back, a content look spreading across her face. Tristan couldn't help the grin on his face as he watched her. She never ceased to amaze him, especially where her coffee obsession came in to play. "Happy?"
"Insanely." Rory replied, leaning over to kiss his cheek. "Im forever in your debt."
Tristan smirked. "Forever, huh? I'll have to remember that."
Rory attempted to glare at him, but only managed to burst into laughter. "Shut up."
"And, ladies and gentleman, thats what a Chilton and Harvard education gets you."
Sticking her tongue out at him, Rory turned the radio on. "Look whos talking Mr Princeton."
"What?" Tristan said, his eyes twinkling. "My mind is tweaked just perfectly. Im impeccably educated."
"Big words for such a," she paused, casting his zipper a saucy look. "small man."
All Tristan could do was gape.
"Those words are failing your impeccably tweaked educated mind now, huh?"
"I'm not small," Tristan protested, once his mind began working again.
Rory just winked and turned her attention to the world outside her window. They pulled up to a red light just seconds later. And Tristan took the chance.
"Of course, if you're still in denial, we could arrange," he paused, smirking, "a time for your viewing pleasure."
"Ugh," Rory responded, punching his shoulder good naturedly.
Tristan gave her an irresistible grin that melted her immediately. Reaching over, he took her hand and turned his attention back to the road.
*****
"Are you coming in?" Rory asked when they pulled up to the Gilmore residence.
Tristan shrugged. "I dont know, am I?"
Rory got out of the car and went around to his side, throwing the drivers door open. "Yes. In. Now."
"Ooh, kinky. I didn't think you were that type of girl, Ror."
Blushing, Rory whirled around to look at him. After a minute, she batted her eyes flirtatiously. "What can I say, Im dying for that personal viewing thing you mentioned in the car." And with that, she fled into the house, leaving Tristan staring after her. Twice in one day she had astounded him with her remarks. Smirking slightly, he followed her inside. He found her setting up another pot of coffee, humming to herself. Leaning against the wall, he observed her, mesmerizing every tiny detail. Finally, she decided to acknowledge his presence.
"What?"
"Nothing."
"You're staring at me."
"No, Im not."
"Yes, you are."
"Im observing, not staring. Theres a difference."
"Why are you observing me?"
"Because."
"Because why?"
"Because I am."
"And why is that?"
"More coffee?" Tristan asked, attempting to change the topic.
Rory shook her head and crossed her arms. "You're not getting off that easy. Why were you staring at, or observing as you so eloquently put it, me?"
Tristan grinned and went over to her, pulling her into his arms. "Because I still can't believe you're mine."
"Mmhmm.. Okay, I'll let you slide on that one." Rory said, standing on her toes to kiss him.
Tightening his grip on her waist, Tristan deepened the kiss, totally taken by surprise when Rory began moving them in the direction of her room. Pulling back for a moment, he met her with a questioning look. "Are you - "
"Shh," Rory interrupted, placing a finger on his lips. "Just kiss me."
And he more then happily complied.
*****
AHHHHHHHH, crappy chapters! I am so so sorry. I have two more chapters for this story, ready and waiting to be put up, but I need to do some other stuff before I have the time to type them up, review and fix any errors in them, so you have to wait til tomorrow. Until then.
*~* Shay *~*
Feedback : Love you guys. 170 reviews, holy moly. Thanks :)
A/N : No big ramblings today, sorry to disappoint. Enjoy the chapter.
Chapter 13
Rory sighed heavily as the phone in her office rang again, for what seemed to be the two billionth time that day.
"Fade Magazine, how can I help you," She said, cringing at how irritated she sounded.
"Jamaica. Tomorrow. The two of us."
The voice that rang in her ears caused Rory to crack her first smile of the day. "Hello, to you too."
"Why the pissed voice, Mar?"
Rory dropped her pencil onto the desk and leaned back in the chair, relieved to finally have some kind of outlet. Even if that outlet was Tristan. "My boss is out sick, so all of his calls are being fed to me and Its -"
*Beep*
" - driving me crazy." Rory sighed again. "Hold on, theres another call."
"Okay."
Rory switched over to the other line, fighting back the tears of stress that were threatening to spill from her eyes at any moment. "Fade Magazine."
"Rory, its Mike. I just wanted to know if a call from Christina Morris has come in yet?"
"Uhmm, yeah, her rep called about an hour ago."
Mike let out a relieved breath. "Great. Could you fax me the info asap? I need to get started on that right away."
Rolling her eyes, Rory flipped through some of the papers on her desk until she found what she was looking for. "Okay. Is that all you needed?"
"Yeah, that covers it. Are you okay, you're sounding a little stressed."
"I am. Both you and Micah are out today so they're sending all the calls my way. Why, I don't know, but I don't think I've talked on the phone as much as I have today in my entire life."
Mike chuckled. "I'll call Amber and have her send the calls to Kyle. Why don't you pack up and head home, you sound like you need a nap."
"Thanks, Mike."
"No problem. See you tomorrow, Rory."
"Bye." Rory said gratefully, clicking back over to Tristan. "Tris?"
"I thought you forgot about me." Tristan whined teasingly.
"Don't you start, Im the only one deserving of the whining today."
Tristan smiled to himself. "Okay, okay, Im sorry. What time do you get off today?"
"Im off now, actually. That was my boss on the other line, he's letting me go home early. Thank God for small favors."
"Okay, I'll be there in a few minutes to pick you up."
"Its okay, Tris. I'll just call my mom and have her pick me up."
"Nope, Im coming. And Im bringing large amounts of coffee cuz you sound like you could use it."
Rory's voice chippered up. "Coffee? Okay, I'll be waiting outside."
Tristan laughed. "You're hopeless. See you in five."
And he was gone before she got the chance to say good-bye.
*****
As soon as Rory was seated in Tristan's car, the cup of coffee he had been holding was in her hands and half gone. Smiling to herself, she leaned her head back, a content look spreading across her face. Tristan couldn't help the grin on his face as he watched her. She never ceased to amaze him, especially where her coffee obsession came in to play. "Happy?"
"Insanely." Rory replied, leaning over to kiss his cheek. "Im forever in your debt."
Tristan smirked. "Forever, huh? I'll have to remember that."
Rory attempted to glare at him, but only managed to burst into laughter. "Shut up."
"And, ladies and gentleman, thats what a Chilton and Harvard education gets you."
Sticking her tongue out at him, Rory turned the radio on. "Look whos talking Mr Princeton."
"What?" Tristan said, his eyes twinkling. "My mind is tweaked just perfectly. Im impeccably educated."
"Big words for such a," she paused, casting his zipper a saucy look. "small man."
All Tristan could do was gape.
"Those words are failing your impeccably tweaked educated mind now, huh?"
"I'm not small," Tristan protested, once his mind began working again.
Rory just winked and turned her attention to the world outside her window. They pulled up to a red light just seconds later. And Tristan took the chance.
"Of course, if you're still in denial, we could arrange," he paused, smirking, "a time for your viewing pleasure."
"Ugh," Rory responded, punching his shoulder good naturedly.
Tristan gave her an irresistible grin that melted her immediately. Reaching over, he took her hand and turned his attention back to the road.
*****
"Are you coming in?" Rory asked when they pulled up to the Gilmore residence.
Tristan shrugged. "I dont know, am I?"
Rory got out of the car and went around to his side, throwing the drivers door open. "Yes. In. Now."
"Ooh, kinky. I didn't think you were that type of girl, Ror."
Blushing, Rory whirled around to look at him. After a minute, she batted her eyes flirtatiously. "What can I say, Im dying for that personal viewing thing you mentioned in the car." And with that, she fled into the house, leaving Tristan staring after her. Twice in one day she had astounded him with her remarks. Smirking slightly, he followed her inside. He found her setting up another pot of coffee, humming to herself. Leaning against the wall, he observed her, mesmerizing every tiny detail. Finally, she decided to acknowledge his presence.
"What?"
"Nothing."
"You're staring at me."
"No, Im not."
"Yes, you are."
"Im observing, not staring. Theres a difference."
"Why are you observing me?"
"Because."
"Because why?"
"Because I am."
"And why is that?"
"More coffee?" Tristan asked, attempting to change the topic.
Rory shook her head and crossed her arms. "You're not getting off that easy. Why were you staring at, or observing as you so eloquently put it, me?"
Tristan grinned and went over to her, pulling her into his arms. "Because I still can't believe you're mine."
"Mmhmm.. Okay, I'll let you slide on that one." Rory said, standing on her toes to kiss him.
Tightening his grip on her waist, Tristan deepened the kiss, totally taken by surprise when Rory began moving them in the direction of her room. Pulling back for a moment, he met her with a questioning look. "Are you - "
"Shh," Rory interrupted, placing a finger on his lips. "Just kiss me."
And he more then happily complied.
*****
AHHHHHHHH, crappy chapters! I am so so sorry. I have two more chapters for this story, ready and waiting to be put up, but I need to do some other stuff before I have the time to type them up, review and fix any errors in them, so you have to wait til tomorrow. Until then.
*~* Shay *~*