Disclaimer~ If I owned any of these characters I wouldn't be a high school
junior and I would have more money than I do. That being said I really
don't want to be sued.
Synopsis~ Tristan Dugrey comes to Yale because of his father's wishes but what is going on inside his head when he gets there? Trory and I'm going to extend it to java junkie.
A/N~ I have a feeling that this will be the last chapter of this piece of fiction. I'm so happy that I wrote it............however crappy that it is, it has allowed me to discover and develop my writing technique, delve into the mindset of the characters, and is my first fiction to be presented to others. In short it's my baby. No matter how many times I write another story it all comes back to this, my building block. So I would like to take one last time to thank everyone that's ever reviewed it and those that made me want to continue writing others. So here it is that last chapter:
A Wrinkle In Time
Chapter 20: Circles and Paintings
To Tristan it was always amazing how life worked. It always came in circles. He had thought he was never going to see Rory again and here she was the one thing that remained good in his life. He realized life was mysterious in its workings but he could live with that.
He contemplated for a while further before he sat to complete his final painting for art class. His ideas always developed further when he thought of Rory and there was not shortage of thinking in the last few days.
So he sat in front of the large canvas in his living room getting the colors he would need created. And stroke after stroke his thoughts and life was displayed on canvas. He stepped back to look at it and realized that it was one of his best yet.
He let the painting dry over night and took it to class to have it graded. He like many in his class received an 'A' because of the true unique talent and obvious effort exhibited. He left the painting in the room after asking the professor if it was ok and left to gather supplies for his date with Rory.
He gather everything needed and went back to get the painting. He reached his apartment shortly after and began to prepare the dinner.
He picked Rory up from the dorm and when they reached the stairs needed to progress to his apartment, he blindfolded her. She protested mildly but when he took it off to reveal the room all was forgiven.
Her eyes were opened wide with surprise as they traveled the living room. The table was set and was beautifully decorated with flowers and vanilla candles. Her eyes continued to move when she saw the painting. She walked to get a better look at it and was thunderstruck at what she saw.
"Wow. Tristan that's amazing. I can't believe you painted that." She said as she glimpsed into it further. She recognized many of the shapes. It was a picture of all the dark, degrading things in his life surrounding the pure, innocent features. The pure of course being Rory, her mom, Hershey, and the town of Stars Hollow. She took one more breath and turned to face him.
"I've wanted to tell you for so long that you were special to me but the words didn't come so easily as the painting."
"It's beautiful. And you did tell me many times how special I was. Actions always speak louder than words. I never got the chance to thank you for letting me deal with my past, with Jess. But I remember seeing your face when you thought you could loose me, and I want to tell you it's not possible. You will never loose me because our relationship is not just another wrinkle in time."
The two stared, looking directly at the other, not realizing they were moving, until their mouths collided. The kiss was sensuous, displaying all of the feeling they were feeling at the moment. The kiss ended and the two stood embraced waiting for whatever the world would throw at them.
The End!
A/N~ Yeah I know it was crappy............but that's what writers block does. I hope you liked the story and will continue reading my others. Thanks to everyone again............I love you all.
Synopsis~ Tristan Dugrey comes to Yale because of his father's wishes but what is going on inside his head when he gets there? Trory and I'm going to extend it to java junkie.
A/N~ I have a feeling that this will be the last chapter of this piece of fiction. I'm so happy that I wrote it............however crappy that it is, it has allowed me to discover and develop my writing technique, delve into the mindset of the characters, and is my first fiction to be presented to others. In short it's my baby. No matter how many times I write another story it all comes back to this, my building block. So I would like to take one last time to thank everyone that's ever reviewed it and those that made me want to continue writing others. So here it is that last chapter:
A Wrinkle In Time
Chapter 20: Circles and Paintings
To Tristan it was always amazing how life worked. It always came in circles. He had thought he was never going to see Rory again and here she was the one thing that remained good in his life. He realized life was mysterious in its workings but he could live with that.
He contemplated for a while further before he sat to complete his final painting for art class. His ideas always developed further when he thought of Rory and there was not shortage of thinking in the last few days.
So he sat in front of the large canvas in his living room getting the colors he would need created. And stroke after stroke his thoughts and life was displayed on canvas. He stepped back to look at it and realized that it was one of his best yet.
He let the painting dry over night and took it to class to have it graded. He like many in his class received an 'A' because of the true unique talent and obvious effort exhibited. He left the painting in the room after asking the professor if it was ok and left to gather supplies for his date with Rory.
He gather everything needed and went back to get the painting. He reached his apartment shortly after and began to prepare the dinner.
He picked Rory up from the dorm and when they reached the stairs needed to progress to his apartment, he blindfolded her. She protested mildly but when he took it off to reveal the room all was forgiven.
Her eyes were opened wide with surprise as they traveled the living room. The table was set and was beautifully decorated with flowers and vanilla candles. Her eyes continued to move when she saw the painting. She walked to get a better look at it and was thunderstruck at what she saw.
"Wow. Tristan that's amazing. I can't believe you painted that." She said as she glimpsed into it further. She recognized many of the shapes. It was a picture of all the dark, degrading things in his life surrounding the pure, innocent features. The pure of course being Rory, her mom, Hershey, and the town of Stars Hollow. She took one more breath and turned to face him.
"I've wanted to tell you for so long that you were special to me but the words didn't come so easily as the painting."
"It's beautiful. And you did tell me many times how special I was. Actions always speak louder than words. I never got the chance to thank you for letting me deal with my past, with Jess. But I remember seeing your face when you thought you could loose me, and I want to tell you it's not possible. You will never loose me because our relationship is not just another wrinkle in time."
The two stared, looking directly at the other, not realizing they were moving, until their mouths collided. The kiss was sensuous, displaying all of the feeling they were feeling at the moment. The kiss ended and the two stood embraced waiting for whatever the world would throw at them.
The End!
A/N~ Yeah I know it was crappy............but that's what writers block does. I hope you liked the story and will continue reading my others. Thanks to everyone again............I love you all.