Part 4
"So where is he taking you tonight?" Rory spun around and looked at Paris.
"Where else?" she said, holding up a knee length denim skirt and a strappy white top, "um.to some under 18's dance club where U2 is apparently performing live tonight. What's the time?"
"It's about 23 minutes and 5 seconds to 7," Paris said, glancing at her watch, "and you look good. He'll throw up if you spray any more hair spray."
"Ah- I look good? I've got 23 minutes to get dressed and do my makeup. Lucky I already did my hair," Rory said looking in the mirror at her hair. She had pulled a little bit of it back into a bun and curled the rest.
"You'll do fine," Paris said, reassuringly.
"Thanks," Rory yelled as she ran into the bathroom;
20 minutes later.
"Tristan's here Rory!" Paris yelled, while showing Tristan where to sit down.
"Damn it! Trust him to be on time," Rory mumbled, coming out of the bathroom, adjusting her earring. Tristan looked up and had his breath taken away. To him, Rory looked absolutely gorgeous. The bathroom light glowed behind her, giving her an angelic look.
"You ready to go?" she asked Tristan.
"Yeah," he said with a dreamy look on his face, "you look beautiful." Rory blushed.
"Thanks. It's amazing what a little make up can do."
"It's not the make up. Make up only emphasizes someone's looks that they have naturally." Rory once again blushed then picked up her bag and jacket.
"Let's go. Bye Paris."
"You TWO KIDDIES HAVE Fun. No mischief. And Tristan," Tristan looked up at Paris, "have her back in one piece."
"Sure mum." Paris frowned at him as Rory and Tristan left the hotel room.
The car ride to the night club was very quiet. When they arrived, Rory looked up to see a huge glowing sign say 'The Blue Moon.'
"Nice," Rory commented as she got out of the car.
"Should. My friends at military school recommended it. Shall we?" Rory grabbed Tristan's arm, so as not to get separated from him. As they entered the building, Rory noticed the stage on which the band was set up. There were lots of round tables at the edge of the dancefloor. Rory gazed quickly around the room. Tristan broke into her thoughts.
"Do you want a drink?" Rory turned to look at him and smiled.
"Yeah thanks. A coke would be good." As Tristan headed to the bar, Rory resumed her gazing out to the dancefloor. She noticed one couple in particular who looked very cosy. This reminded of the old times between Dean and her. Rory felt her eyes starting to swell up with tears. Then as the guy turned around, so his back was to her, Rory gasped. One look at the face of the girl was all Rory needed. Dean and Madeline. Rory turned to go and find Tristan to tell him that she wanted to leave when he popped up in front of her.
"Your coke madam.Rory?" Tristan saw Rory's distant look. She was looking over his shoulder. As Tristan turned to look at what Rory was looking at, he blanched in shock. There was Rory's ex and Madeline making out. 'She must feel so crappy, that bagboy, I swear I would kill him,' he thought. Putting the drinks at a bear-y table, he turned back to Rory to see her still in the same position.
"May I have the pleasure of the next dance?" Tristan saw Rory snap out of her la-la land and plummet back to earth.
"What, oh sure." Tristan led Rory out onto the dancefloor. They started dancing to Elevation. When it ended, Bono informed the audience that they were having a short break. A DJ took over and a slow song was put on. After fumbling for a minute, Tristan and Rory got in a comfortable position. As they slowly spun around in circles, Rory started to relax. As she and Tristan spun again, Rory looked over his shoulder and saw Dean staring at them. Looking up at Tristan, she circled her arms around his neck and pulled Tristan closer. Tristan looked at her in surprise. Rory felt like she was actually comfortable in Tristan's arms.
As Rory felt more comfortable in his arms, Tristan moved his head closer towards Rory in a motion to kiss her cheeks. But suddenly, Rory turned her head back and their lips met.
"Tristan! What do you think you're doing?" Rory was in full madness. A million things were going through her head, but the only thing she thought of first was whether Dean had seen it or not. As she pushed Tristan off her, she turned around and saw Dean pashing Madeline.
Tristan stood at look at what was distacting Rory. As he turned around, Rory ran off. 5 minustes later, she returned with all her make-up off. "Tistan, I'm really sorry about.that"
"No it's ok." Tristan tried to hide his emotions inside.
"No.it's not ok, I am out on a date with you so I should have a good time and tyr to forget about everything else, but I can't. I can't forget about him. I hurts too much to even try. So I'm really sorry.I've got to go." Rory turned around to leave as Tristan stood up to offer her a lift but decided against it. The scene of her back towards Tristan seemed even more familiar now.
Rory stood outside the hotel room, fiddeling with her keys. First dropping them and picking them up again. She did this three times before finally opening the door. She looked around and saw no one, she threw her bag on the sofa.
"Oh my god, I can not believe this!" Rory walks around the room in circles with her head in her hands.
"That.that little ugh!!!"
"I'm such an idiot for believing in him! No.he's an idiot for ever cheating on me, that's his fault. But what's Tristan gonna think? Oh I bet his thinking that I'm such a player."
Suddenly, Paris sticks out her head with her hand on the mouthpiece of the phone.
"Hello Rory, I know that we our own problems.you have yours, I have mine."
"Uh." Rory look of shock plastered over her face.
".But would you please SHUT UP!!! I'm on the phone and I can't even hear myself think! God, some people these days!" Paris turns around and storms back into the room.
"I'm sorry Pa."
"Save it."
A moment later, paris emerges out of her room with a huge grin as though she'd just been turned into a Cheshire cat.
"And what are you so happy about?" Rory tried to pretend to be happy.
"Oh nothing.apart from the fact that I think Josh is crazy." Paris walked into the kitchen and Rory followed.
"Hmm.and you would think that because."
"Because he is ok? Because he asked me out on a date.now you're happy?"
"Wow.."
"wow what Rory.I bet you thought that no one would ever ask me out and that I would just be one lonely goose forever." Paris stopped as she realised that she was blabbing on about nothing and hadden't asked about Rory's date.
"Anyways, how was your date with Mr Romance?"
"Oh god.please don't mention that date ever again.I just want to forget it." Rory walked back out to the living room.
"So where are you going for your date?"
"Where else?" she said, holding up a knee length denim skirt and a strappy white top, "um.to some under 18's dance club where U2 is apparently performing live tonight. What's the time?"
"It's about 23 minutes and 5 seconds to 7," Paris said, glancing at her watch, "and you look good. He'll throw up if you spray any more hair spray."
"Ah- I look good? I've got 23 minutes to get dressed and do my makeup. Lucky I already did my hair," Rory said looking in the mirror at her hair. She had pulled a little bit of it back into a bun and curled the rest.
"You'll do fine," Paris said, reassuringly.
"Thanks," Rory yelled as she ran into the bathroom;
20 minutes later.
"Tristan's here Rory!" Paris yelled, while showing Tristan where to sit down.
"Damn it! Trust him to be on time," Rory mumbled, coming out of the bathroom, adjusting her earring. Tristan looked up and had his breath taken away. To him, Rory looked absolutely gorgeous. The bathroom light glowed behind her, giving her an angelic look.
"You ready to go?" she asked Tristan.
"Yeah," he said with a dreamy look on his face, "you look beautiful." Rory blushed.
"Thanks. It's amazing what a little make up can do."
"It's not the make up. Make up only emphasizes someone's looks that they have naturally." Rory once again blushed then picked up her bag and jacket.
"Let's go. Bye Paris."
"You TWO KIDDIES HAVE Fun. No mischief. And Tristan," Tristan looked up at Paris, "have her back in one piece."
"Sure mum." Paris frowned at him as Rory and Tristan left the hotel room.
The car ride to the night club was very quiet. When they arrived, Rory looked up to see a huge glowing sign say 'The Blue Moon.'
"Nice," Rory commented as she got out of the car.
"Should. My friends at military school recommended it. Shall we?" Rory grabbed Tristan's arm, so as not to get separated from him. As they entered the building, Rory noticed the stage on which the band was set up. There were lots of round tables at the edge of the dancefloor. Rory gazed quickly around the room. Tristan broke into her thoughts.
"Do you want a drink?" Rory turned to look at him and smiled.
"Yeah thanks. A coke would be good." As Tristan headed to the bar, Rory resumed her gazing out to the dancefloor. She noticed one couple in particular who looked very cosy. This reminded of the old times between Dean and her. Rory felt her eyes starting to swell up with tears. Then as the guy turned around, so his back was to her, Rory gasped. One look at the face of the girl was all Rory needed. Dean and Madeline. Rory turned to go and find Tristan to tell him that she wanted to leave when he popped up in front of her.
"Your coke madam.Rory?" Tristan saw Rory's distant look. She was looking over his shoulder. As Tristan turned to look at what Rory was looking at, he blanched in shock. There was Rory's ex and Madeline making out. 'She must feel so crappy, that bagboy, I swear I would kill him,' he thought. Putting the drinks at a bear-y table, he turned back to Rory to see her still in the same position.
"May I have the pleasure of the next dance?" Tristan saw Rory snap out of her la-la land and plummet back to earth.
"What, oh sure." Tristan led Rory out onto the dancefloor. They started dancing to Elevation. When it ended, Bono informed the audience that they were having a short break. A DJ took over and a slow song was put on. After fumbling for a minute, Tristan and Rory got in a comfortable position. As they slowly spun around in circles, Rory started to relax. As she and Tristan spun again, Rory looked over his shoulder and saw Dean staring at them. Looking up at Tristan, she circled her arms around his neck and pulled Tristan closer. Tristan looked at her in surprise. Rory felt like she was actually comfortable in Tristan's arms.
As Rory felt more comfortable in his arms, Tristan moved his head closer towards Rory in a motion to kiss her cheeks. But suddenly, Rory turned her head back and their lips met.
"Tristan! What do you think you're doing?" Rory was in full madness. A million things were going through her head, but the only thing she thought of first was whether Dean had seen it or not. As she pushed Tristan off her, she turned around and saw Dean pashing Madeline.
Tristan stood at look at what was distacting Rory. As he turned around, Rory ran off. 5 minustes later, she returned with all her make-up off. "Tistan, I'm really sorry about.that"
"No it's ok." Tristan tried to hide his emotions inside.
"No.it's not ok, I am out on a date with you so I should have a good time and tyr to forget about everything else, but I can't. I can't forget about him. I hurts too much to even try. So I'm really sorry.I've got to go." Rory turned around to leave as Tristan stood up to offer her a lift but decided against it. The scene of her back towards Tristan seemed even more familiar now.
Rory stood outside the hotel room, fiddeling with her keys. First dropping them and picking them up again. She did this three times before finally opening the door. She looked around and saw no one, she threw her bag on the sofa.
"Oh my god, I can not believe this!" Rory walks around the room in circles with her head in her hands.
"That.that little ugh!!!"
"I'm such an idiot for believing in him! No.he's an idiot for ever cheating on me, that's his fault. But what's Tristan gonna think? Oh I bet his thinking that I'm such a player."
Suddenly, Paris sticks out her head with her hand on the mouthpiece of the phone.
"Hello Rory, I know that we our own problems.you have yours, I have mine."
"Uh." Rory look of shock plastered over her face.
".But would you please SHUT UP!!! I'm on the phone and I can't even hear myself think! God, some people these days!" Paris turns around and storms back into the room.
"I'm sorry Pa."
"Save it."
A moment later, paris emerges out of her room with a huge grin as though she'd just been turned into a Cheshire cat.
"And what are you so happy about?" Rory tried to pretend to be happy.
"Oh nothing.apart from the fact that I think Josh is crazy." Paris walked into the kitchen and Rory followed.
"Hmm.and you would think that because."
"Because he is ok? Because he asked me out on a date.now you're happy?"
"Wow.."
"wow what Rory.I bet you thought that no one would ever ask me out and that I would just be one lonely goose forever." Paris stopped as she realised that she was blabbing on about nothing and hadden't asked about Rory's date.
"Anyways, how was your date with Mr Romance?"
"Oh god.please don't mention that date ever again.I just want to forget it." Rory walked back out to the living room.
"So where are you going for your date?"