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Feedbacks : Once again, not required, but appreciated greatly.
Authors Note : Whooooops, sorry about taking exceptionally long to get this chapter up. I've been kind of going through a GG drought lately, plus im sick - again, so my minds kinda dead. I hope I don't totally kill this story with this chapter, so if you aren't totally fond of it (and not just because of the content, I mean the general writing) let me know and I'll re-write it. Umm.. just for some more random babblings, spring break is next week so I'll have a ton of updates on this story and I might possibly post one of the other ones Im working on :) Okay, I'll shaddup nows.
"Don't Say You Love Me"
Chapter 18
Tristan sighed and dialed the number again. For the past two days he had done nothing but try and get ahold of Rory, but everytime he called, the machine picked up. Frankly, he was getting worried. Last time they had talked she had sounded a bit out of sorts, even though she had claimed she was fine. And now there was no answer at home. Perhaps she was working, catching up on what she had missed in the two and a half weeks she had been out. But at 10:30 at night? His thoughts were brought back down to earth when his own voice accompanied by Rory's sounded through from the answering machine.
Hi, you've reached the amazingly hot sexy Tristan DuGrey - ouch, hey.
Rory's voice cut in. You've reached Rory and Tristan, we're not here, so leave a message. Thank you.
Thank you? Who says thank you on their answering machine?
Tris -
BEEP
Tristan couldn't help smiling, remembering the day they had made that message. "Umm, hey Ror, its me. I'll be home tomorrow, just wanted to let you know. Bye."
Hanging up, he sighed again and fell back in his seat, feeling strangely defeated.
*****
Rory sat staring at the phone. The tenth time he had called that day. He was coming home tomorrow. What was she going to do? She couldn't pretend nothing happened. What if nothing did happen? The nagging voice in her head suddenly demanded. What if she was just an old friend?
But she saw him. She saw the look on his face. She saw the woman's arms wrapped around her boyfriends waist and the look on her face was more then just friendly. "Arrrrghhhhhhh," Rory suddenly yelled. The noise vibrated through the empty house, echoing in her ear.
Why couldn't she just trust him? Dean. That was why. After he had broken her heart all those years ago, she had never been able to trust another man fully. And she damned him to hell for it. There was nothing more she wanted then to be able to trust Tristan, to be able to love him out and out, never doubting his feelings and actions towards her. But she couldn't. Her heart wouldn't allow it. Unconsciously, her head slid down and hit the table with a thud and she let out another strangled cry.
*****
Tristan fidgeted nervously as Hartford sped by outside the car. He had a strange conversation with Lorelai earlier that day when he had called her just in case Rory had gone to visit there.
Rory's not the kind of girl you're used too. Things hurt her more then they would hurt the average person and she takes things personally. She had said.
I know, Lorelai. He had butted in.
No, I don't think you do, she had interrupted. When it comes to matters of her heart, she's very on guard. Especially after her break up with Dean. You have to earn her trust, she doesn't just hand it out anymore.
After that, Tristan had been at a loss for words. He had forced out a strangled goodbye and hung up, a feeling of absolute foreboding taking over his senses. What if somehow Rory had found out about Crystal?
*****
Pacing back and forth between the living room and kitchen, Rory's mind was a blur. Tristan had called. Tristan was coming home. Tristan had been photographed in the arms of another woman. Tristan had been in the arms of another woman. Stopping short, Rory turned on her heel and flew up the stairs and into their bedroom, flinging the top drawer of her dresser open. Laying there, tangled among her clothes was the photo she had taken from the newspaper, something she needed to confront him about the entire thing. Flopping down on the neatly made bed, she stared long and hard at it, longer and harder then she had since her mother had shown it to her. There was something there, she instinctively knew it, something that was amiss, something she hadn't seen before. Tracing her finger along the printed image of his face, she sat up straight. There it was.
He didn't look happy.
In fact, he looked outright pissed and maybe just a tad bit nervous. How had she not seen that before now? This was Tristan, if he was in all actuality cheating on her with this woman, there would've been his trademark smirk on that beautiful visage of his. But no, the faint outline of a scowl could now clearly be seen and Rory let out a relieved sigh. Tristan was not Dean. He hadn't and wouldn't do the things Dean had done to her. She sighed, rolling over onto her back and stared at the ceiling for a moment. "God, I really need to stop comparing them."
*****
"Thanks," Tristan muttered as the driver pulled up in front of the home he shared with Rory. After paying the man for his services, he stood outside, staring up at it, half afraid to go in and find that she had left him. Silently saying a little prayer to God, he put one foot in front of the other and wandered up the steps to the door. To his partial relief and surprise, the front door was open and the kitchen light was on. That was a good sign, wasn't it? Setting his suitcase down on the counter, he noticed the coffee pot was on and smiled. Things seemed normal so far.
"Hi."
Tristan whirled around at the soft sounds of her voice. She stood a few feet away, clad in her blue and yellow cloud pajamas, her hair swept up in a messy bun and makeup free. In short, she looked absolutely beautiful to him. "Hey."
"How was New York?" She asked, tentatively entering the kitchen to pour a cup of coffee.
"Lonely," was his automatic answer.
Rory turned to look at him, hoping against hope that there was nothing but truth written on his face. And she wasn't disappointed. "Yeah, here too."
Slowly, Tristan came closer to her, his face creased in worry. "Are we okay?"
"I... I don't know. Are we?" She mumbled, her senses losing touch with reality as the scent that was solely Tristan's began to mingle with them.
"I hope so," He murmured, taking the last step between them. Rory looked up and found herself lost in his tortured blue eyes.
Gulping, she linked her hands with his. "We'll be okay," she said, suddenly confident.
Tristan's face faded into a smile and he squeezed her hand and nodded.
*****
Drama and angst aren't over! Just a forewarning :) Thats it until next time. I know this chapter was boring, with no plot or any kind of extra umph, but I wanted to put something out for those of you who have been ever so loyal to my stories. :)
- Shay
Feedbacks : Once again, not required, but appreciated greatly.
Authors Note : Whooooops, sorry about taking exceptionally long to get this chapter up. I've been kind of going through a GG drought lately, plus im sick - again, so my minds kinda dead. I hope I don't totally kill this story with this chapter, so if you aren't totally fond of it (and not just because of the content, I mean the general writing) let me know and I'll re-write it. Umm.. just for some more random babblings, spring break is next week so I'll have a ton of updates on this story and I might possibly post one of the other ones Im working on :) Okay, I'll shaddup nows.
Chapter 18
Tristan sighed and dialed the number again. For the past two days he had done nothing but try and get ahold of Rory, but everytime he called, the machine picked up. Frankly, he was getting worried. Last time they had talked she had sounded a bit out of sorts, even though she had claimed she was fine. And now there was no answer at home. Perhaps she was working, catching up on what she had missed in the two and a half weeks she had been out. But at 10:30 at night? His thoughts were brought back down to earth when his own voice accompanied by Rory's sounded through from the answering machine.
Hi, you've reached the amazingly hot sexy Tristan DuGrey - ouch, hey.
Rory's voice cut in. You've reached Rory and Tristan, we're not here, so leave a message. Thank you.
Thank you? Who says thank you on their answering machine?
Tris -
BEEP
Tristan couldn't help smiling, remembering the day they had made that message. "Umm, hey Ror, its me. I'll be home tomorrow, just wanted to let you know. Bye."
Hanging up, he sighed again and fell back in his seat, feeling strangely defeated.
*****
Rory sat staring at the phone. The tenth time he had called that day. He was coming home tomorrow. What was she going to do? She couldn't pretend nothing happened. What if nothing did happen? The nagging voice in her head suddenly demanded. What if she was just an old friend?
But she saw him. She saw the look on his face. She saw the woman's arms wrapped around her boyfriends waist and the look on her face was more then just friendly. "Arrrrghhhhhhh," Rory suddenly yelled. The noise vibrated through the empty house, echoing in her ear.
Why couldn't she just trust him? Dean. That was why. After he had broken her heart all those years ago, she had never been able to trust another man fully. And she damned him to hell for it. There was nothing more she wanted then to be able to trust Tristan, to be able to love him out and out, never doubting his feelings and actions towards her. But she couldn't. Her heart wouldn't allow it. Unconsciously, her head slid down and hit the table with a thud and she let out another strangled cry.
*****
Tristan fidgeted nervously as Hartford sped by outside the car. He had a strange conversation with Lorelai earlier that day when he had called her just in case Rory had gone to visit there.
Rory's not the kind of girl you're used too. Things hurt her more then they would hurt the average person and she takes things personally. She had said.
I know, Lorelai. He had butted in.
No, I don't think you do, she had interrupted. When it comes to matters of her heart, she's very on guard. Especially after her break up with Dean. You have to earn her trust, she doesn't just hand it out anymore.
After that, Tristan had been at a loss for words. He had forced out a strangled goodbye and hung up, a feeling of absolute foreboding taking over his senses. What if somehow Rory had found out about Crystal?
*****
Pacing back and forth between the living room and kitchen, Rory's mind was a blur. Tristan had called. Tristan was coming home. Tristan had been photographed in the arms of another woman. Tristan had been in the arms of another woman. Stopping short, Rory turned on her heel and flew up the stairs and into their bedroom, flinging the top drawer of her dresser open. Laying there, tangled among her clothes was the photo she had taken from the newspaper, something she needed to confront him about the entire thing. Flopping down on the neatly made bed, she stared long and hard at it, longer and harder then she had since her mother had shown it to her. There was something there, she instinctively knew it, something that was amiss, something she hadn't seen before. Tracing her finger along the printed image of his face, she sat up straight. There it was.
He didn't look happy.
In fact, he looked outright pissed and maybe just a tad bit nervous. How had she not seen that before now? This was Tristan, if he was in all actuality cheating on her with this woman, there would've been his trademark smirk on that beautiful visage of his. But no, the faint outline of a scowl could now clearly be seen and Rory let out a relieved sigh. Tristan was not Dean. He hadn't and wouldn't do the things Dean had done to her. She sighed, rolling over onto her back and stared at the ceiling for a moment. "God, I really need to stop comparing them."
*****
"Thanks," Tristan muttered as the driver pulled up in front of the home he shared with Rory. After paying the man for his services, he stood outside, staring up at it, half afraid to go in and find that she had left him. Silently saying a little prayer to God, he put one foot in front of the other and wandered up the steps to the door. To his partial relief and surprise, the front door was open and the kitchen light was on. That was a good sign, wasn't it? Setting his suitcase down on the counter, he noticed the coffee pot was on and smiled. Things seemed normal so far.
"Hi."
Tristan whirled around at the soft sounds of her voice. She stood a few feet away, clad in her blue and yellow cloud pajamas, her hair swept up in a messy bun and makeup free. In short, she looked absolutely beautiful to him. "Hey."
"How was New York?" She asked, tentatively entering the kitchen to pour a cup of coffee.
"Lonely," was his automatic answer.
Rory turned to look at him, hoping against hope that there was nothing but truth written on his face. And she wasn't disappointed. "Yeah, here too."
Slowly, Tristan came closer to her, his face creased in worry. "Are we okay?"
"I... I don't know. Are we?" She mumbled, her senses losing touch with reality as the scent that was solely Tristan's began to mingle with them.
"I hope so," He murmured, taking the last step between them. Rory looked up and found herself lost in his tortured blue eyes.
Gulping, she linked her hands with his. "We'll be okay," she said, suddenly confident.
Tristan's face faded into a smile and he squeezed her hand and nodded.
*****
Drama and angst aren't over! Just a forewarning :) Thats it until next time. I know this chapter was boring, with no plot or any kind of extra umph, but I wanted to put something out for those of you who have been ever so loyal to my stories. :)
- Shay