Disclaimer :
If I owned them, I'd be collecting money every which way and wouldn't be
desperate for a decent job, now would I? So, needless to say, they aren't
mine *sigh* They're the creations of Amy Whats-Her-Face and the WB. :)
Authors Note : Ahhh, finally an update! Thank the graces of being able to download GG episodes onto the computer and watch them continuously, til the wee hours of the night because your VCR is a piece of crap. Okay, maybe too much info there. Anyways, I finally came outta my writers-block-funk and am able to write once again. Please, don't throw things, it hurts. Okay, enough rambling.. I made you wait a month and a half, I shall not take up anymore of your time with nonsense.
P/S - I lurve feedback :) The good, the bad, the mean, evil flame throwers. Its all welcome.
"I Cry Real Tears"
Part 6
I must've stood there, staring, for a good half hour. Of course Rory and Dean were long gone, but the image of them embracing, kissing in front of me, was forever imprinted in my mind. Friends of mine, teachers, all gone past, calling out their hellos and goodbyes, telling me to call them or that they'd call me.. girls coyly wrapping themselves around me, only to be disappointed when I didn't respond. Its the only way I know how to get them away from me without being a complete asshole. Maybe I should've been, but then I just thought, that would probably just strengthen Rory's argument about my personality. I know I have a tendency to turn into the worlds biggest jerk when Im around her, and I can't tell you why. I don't know why. Its just something she does to me, something nobody has ever pulled out of me before. I mean, sure, I've been less then nice to a lot of people in my time, but for some reason, she pulls it out of me, rather then me doing it on my own. Its frustrating, really. Im not a bad guy, at least I don't think, but for some reason I just can't let her come to see that side, and I know that thats all it would take for her to come around, even just a little. A large, cold splotch of water is what finally snapped me out of my dream-world and I took notice that it was raining. How perfect. Sighing, I finally made my way through the now deserted parking lot and settled into the warm, dryness of my car.
*****
"Tristan, get down here," my fathers authoritative voice boomed through the intercom that was installed in every room in our humble abode.
I ignored him. I didn't feel like being paraded off in front of some fancyschmancy executive friend of his, who probably wanted me to date their daughter to further advance their careers. I saw that one too often. So often, it had come to be rather amusing. But thats the way this world worked. Take no prisoners, step on whoever you need to, to push yourself further up the ladder. It was sad, really, that these people had no conscious when it came to using people for monetary gain. Rory would never do that.
And there I go again. Should've seen that one coming. I can't go a full five minutes without something reminding me of her in even the weirdest of ways. It doesn't make any sense, this crush. Thats all it is, right, a simple crush? It couldn't be anything more. I was a DuGrey, afterall, DuGrey's don't go and fall... dare I say, in love? So yes, it was a crush that I was determined to get over. Especially after that episode in the parking lot earlier. She had Dean, she didn't need me.
Oh man, who am I kidding. I had it bad. Real bad. If this were one of those really cliché TV moments, music would cue right about now and that little fantasy cloud would pop above my head, showing me and Rory running through flower filled fields, holding hands and kissing before admitting our feelings for one another.
"Tristan, now," the intercom barked at me again.
Sighing, I got up and wandered over to where it was on the wall, pausing in thought. I was about to answer him, but then decided against it. Smirking slightly, as if I had just won a battle, though I knew it would only cause more trouble, I flicked the off switch, locked the bedroom door and headed out onto the balcony attached to my room. It was peaceful out here. You could almost imagine that you had somehow escaped the arrogant lifestyles of those in Hartford's high society. I say almost, because down below was the hustle and bustle that was my mothers Gardens of America meeting, a fluttering of overage, overweight women, talking loudly about this years planting. And off in the not so far distance, were the sounds of machinery digging a hole in the ground for our new pool. And just beyond the trees that made up our backyard, you could see the buildings of downtown Hartford. But don't get me wrong, it was peaceful. I was hidden and away from the people I longed to escape.
I sat there for at least fifteen minutes before a sudden pounding sounded through the open doors and I was snatched out of my daydreaming as my father yelled from the outside of my bedroom door.
"Open this door, now, Tristan! Don't ignore me, Im your father, you are to respect me!"
Ha. Respect. I had to laugh at that one. Shaking my head, I reluctantly got up and opened the door, and as expected, he stood there, arms crossed and face reddened with anger. "What?" I asked, an indifferent expression on my face.
My dad, Alex, glared at me. "I want you downstairs now." Was his only reply.
Crossing my arms in defiance, I glared back. "Why?" I challenged.
"Because I said so. Now, Tristan."
I had expected that answer. It was always the same. Like his word was supposed to be that of God or something. I didn't bother to dignify that with a retort, just stormed past him and down the stairs. His footsteps echoed behind me and as he caught up to me, in the main hall, I followed him into the lounge area, where he conducted most of his business affairs. Inside, there was a man, of maybe 33, 34.. brownish hair and an easygoing smile. For the first time, I was impressed with someone he had brought home. This guy actually looked like he could be fun. Oh yeah, I guess I should also mention Eric was there. Naturally. What a suck up.
"Tristan, I'd like you to meet one of our new employees, Christopher Hayden."
*****
Yes, yes, I know, confusing, crappy place to leave off, but it'll all be understood in the next chapter. Please, don't hate me if this totally sucked, its 3 o'clock in the morning, Im doped up on migraine medicine and haven't slept in nearly 20 hours. I swear on all things yummy and completely unhealthy I'll have another update really soon. Promise!
-- Shay
Authors Note : Ahhh, finally an update! Thank the graces of being able to download GG episodes onto the computer and watch them continuously, til the wee hours of the night because your VCR is a piece of crap. Okay, maybe too much info there. Anyways, I finally came outta my writers-block-funk and am able to write once again. Please, don't throw things, it hurts. Okay, enough rambling.. I made you wait a month and a half, I shall not take up anymore of your time with nonsense.
P/S - I lurve feedback :) The good, the bad, the mean, evil flame throwers. Its all welcome.
Part 6
I must've stood there, staring, for a good half hour. Of course Rory and Dean were long gone, but the image of them embracing, kissing in front of me, was forever imprinted in my mind. Friends of mine, teachers, all gone past, calling out their hellos and goodbyes, telling me to call them or that they'd call me.. girls coyly wrapping themselves around me, only to be disappointed when I didn't respond. Its the only way I know how to get them away from me without being a complete asshole. Maybe I should've been, but then I just thought, that would probably just strengthen Rory's argument about my personality. I know I have a tendency to turn into the worlds biggest jerk when Im around her, and I can't tell you why. I don't know why. Its just something she does to me, something nobody has ever pulled out of me before. I mean, sure, I've been less then nice to a lot of people in my time, but for some reason, she pulls it out of me, rather then me doing it on my own. Its frustrating, really. Im not a bad guy, at least I don't think, but for some reason I just can't let her come to see that side, and I know that thats all it would take for her to come around, even just a little. A large, cold splotch of water is what finally snapped me out of my dream-world and I took notice that it was raining. How perfect. Sighing, I finally made my way through the now deserted parking lot and settled into the warm, dryness of my car.
*****
"Tristan, get down here," my fathers authoritative voice boomed through the intercom that was installed in every room in our humble abode.
I ignored him. I didn't feel like being paraded off in front of some fancyschmancy executive friend of his, who probably wanted me to date their daughter to further advance their careers. I saw that one too often. So often, it had come to be rather amusing. But thats the way this world worked. Take no prisoners, step on whoever you need to, to push yourself further up the ladder. It was sad, really, that these people had no conscious when it came to using people for monetary gain. Rory would never do that.
And there I go again. Should've seen that one coming. I can't go a full five minutes without something reminding me of her in even the weirdest of ways. It doesn't make any sense, this crush. Thats all it is, right, a simple crush? It couldn't be anything more. I was a DuGrey, afterall, DuGrey's don't go and fall... dare I say, in love? So yes, it was a crush that I was determined to get over. Especially after that episode in the parking lot earlier. She had Dean, she didn't need me.
Oh man, who am I kidding. I had it bad. Real bad. If this were one of those really cliché TV moments, music would cue right about now and that little fantasy cloud would pop above my head, showing me and Rory running through flower filled fields, holding hands and kissing before admitting our feelings for one another.
"Tristan, now," the intercom barked at me again.
Sighing, I got up and wandered over to where it was on the wall, pausing in thought. I was about to answer him, but then decided against it. Smirking slightly, as if I had just won a battle, though I knew it would only cause more trouble, I flicked the off switch, locked the bedroom door and headed out onto the balcony attached to my room. It was peaceful out here. You could almost imagine that you had somehow escaped the arrogant lifestyles of those in Hartford's high society. I say almost, because down below was the hustle and bustle that was my mothers Gardens of America meeting, a fluttering of overage, overweight women, talking loudly about this years planting. And off in the not so far distance, were the sounds of machinery digging a hole in the ground for our new pool. And just beyond the trees that made up our backyard, you could see the buildings of downtown Hartford. But don't get me wrong, it was peaceful. I was hidden and away from the people I longed to escape.
I sat there for at least fifteen minutes before a sudden pounding sounded through the open doors and I was snatched out of my daydreaming as my father yelled from the outside of my bedroom door.
"Open this door, now, Tristan! Don't ignore me, Im your father, you are to respect me!"
Ha. Respect. I had to laugh at that one. Shaking my head, I reluctantly got up and opened the door, and as expected, he stood there, arms crossed and face reddened with anger. "What?" I asked, an indifferent expression on my face.
My dad, Alex, glared at me. "I want you downstairs now." Was his only reply.
Crossing my arms in defiance, I glared back. "Why?" I challenged.
"Because I said so. Now, Tristan."
I had expected that answer. It was always the same. Like his word was supposed to be that of God or something. I didn't bother to dignify that with a retort, just stormed past him and down the stairs. His footsteps echoed behind me and as he caught up to me, in the main hall, I followed him into the lounge area, where he conducted most of his business affairs. Inside, there was a man, of maybe 33, 34.. brownish hair and an easygoing smile. For the first time, I was impressed with someone he had brought home. This guy actually looked like he could be fun. Oh yeah, I guess I should also mention Eric was there. Naturally. What a suck up.
"Tristan, I'd like you to meet one of our new employees, Christopher Hayden."
*****
Yes, yes, I know, confusing, crappy place to leave off, but it'll all be understood in the next chapter. Please, don't hate me if this totally sucked, its 3 o'clock in the morning, Im doped up on migraine medicine and haven't slept in nearly 20 hours. I swear on all things yummy and completely unhealthy I'll have another update really soon. Promise!
-- Shay
