AN: M is Mark his roommate and P is Paris.
Chapter7
Military School.
As usual I'm here in my room thinking about her. The letter was nice but when she wrote about Jess I was upset. I know I asked her but somehow I thought she wouldn't reply.
M: Tristan!
T: Sorry Mark, are you talking with me?
M: yeah, phone ... is a girl...
T: Paris! Hello!
P: How did you know?
T: No other girl in my life Gellar, don't you feel special?
P: Uhm, Tristan you're such a liar! What about Rory?
T: What about her?
P: So you tell me you haven't got anything to do with her strange behaviour
T: Strange behaviour? What's going on?
P: Ah ah, I knew I just have to mention her to get all your attention
T: Paris, please, which strange behaviour?
P: Well, I noticed that it's a month that she has been kind of distant, sometimes during class I look at her and I see she's watching out of the window. When we talk she says she's ok, but I'm sure something is troubling her. Maybe it's about Jess.
T: I don't know. Paris, I .. I .. I've started writing to her. And she is replying to my letters. Paris? Still there?
P: Yes. That comes out as a surprise to me. She's still not mentioning you, she doesn't want to hear anything about you. And you're saying that she writes you?
T: Don't tell her that I told you. I don't want to ruin our friendship..
P: Friendship, uhm, now that I know what's the matter I will take her feelings for you out. You know about Jess then
T: Yes. How serious is it? Do you think she loves him?
P: Well Tristan, I think she is very fond of him. He's not a very talkative person but when they are together you can feel energy passing between them. I think he's much better than Dean. He gives her space and he trusts her.
T: Ok Paris thanks for the information now I really have to go, I'll call you tomorrow and then we'll talk about you and a certain guy
P: Jamie and I are fine Tristan but I'll be very happy to talk to you tomorrow. Bye
I knew she was smiling when I said his name. I can't believe that she's really over me but I'm so happy that we're friends now. She also gave me something of Rory to think about.
Dear Mary,
Thanks for your words. It really means a lot that you don't think I'm like them. I talked with my family and they're thinking about my future. Do you think you could stand me at Chilton?
Well nothing really has been decided but hope never dies.
Mary, I'm happy to hear you've found a 'bad' guy for you, somehow I think I influenced your choice. I knew you wanted me. Ok I'll check my ego now. Isn't it strange that I know how you would answer?
SADDEST POEM
I can write the saddest poem of all tonight.
Write, for instance: "The night is full of stars,
and the stars, blue, shiver in the distance."
The night wind whirls in the sky and sings.
I can write the saddest poem of all tonight.
On nights like this, I held her in my arms.
I kissed her so many times under the infinite sky.
I can write the saddest poem of all tonight.
To think I don't have her.
To feel that I've lost her.
To hear the immense night, more immense without her.
The night is full of stars and she is not with me.
That's all. Far away, someone sings. Far away.
My soul is lost without her.
Love is so short and oblivion so long.
Because on nights like this I held her in my arms,
my soul is lost without her.*
Tristan
AN: * part of a poem of Pablo Neruda. Here Tristan is thinking about whether the fact that Rory is with Jess will affect the chances to be more than friend with her.
AN2: Thanks to everybody who reviewed and gave me suggestion for my fiction :)
Chapter7
Military School.
As usual I'm here in my room thinking about her. The letter was nice but when she wrote about Jess I was upset. I know I asked her but somehow I thought she wouldn't reply.
M: Tristan!
T: Sorry Mark, are you talking with me?
M: yeah, phone ... is a girl...
T: Paris! Hello!
P: How did you know?
T: No other girl in my life Gellar, don't you feel special?
P: Uhm, Tristan you're such a liar! What about Rory?
T: What about her?
P: So you tell me you haven't got anything to do with her strange behaviour
T: Strange behaviour? What's going on?
P: Ah ah, I knew I just have to mention her to get all your attention
T: Paris, please, which strange behaviour?
P: Well, I noticed that it's a month that she has been kind of distant, sometimes during class I look at her and I see she's watching out of the window. When we talk she says she's ok, but I'm sure something is troubling her. Maybe it's about Jess.
T: I don't know. Paris, I .. I .. I've started writing to her. And she is replying to my letters. Paris? Still there?
P: Yes. That comes out as a surprise to me. She's still not mentioning you, she doesn't want to hear anything about you. And you're saying that she writes you?
T: Don't tell her that I told you. I don't want to ruin our friendship..
P: Friendship, uhm, now that I know what's the matter I will take her feelings for you out. You know about Jess then
T: Yes. How serious is it? Do you think she loves him?
P: Well Tristan, I think she is very fond of him. He's not a very talkative person but when they are together you can feel energy passing between them. I think he's much better than Dean. He gives her space and he trusts her.
T: Ok Paris thanks for the information now I really have to go, I'll call you tomorrow and then we'll talk about you and a certain guy
P: Jamie and I are fine Tristan but I'll be very happy to talk to you tomorrow. Bye
I knew she was smiling when I said his name. I can't believe that she's really over me but I'm so happy that we're friends now. She also gave me something of Rory to think about.
Dear Mary,
Thanks for your words. It really means a lot that you don't think I'm like them. I talked with my family and they're thinking about my future. Do you think you could stand me at Chilton?
Well nothing really has been decided but hope never dies.
Mary, I'm happy to hear you've found a 'bad' guy for you, somehow I think I influenced your choice. I knew you wanted me. Ok I'll check my ego now. Isn't it strange that I know how you would answer?
SADDEST POEM
I can write the saddest poem of all tonight.
Write, for instance: "The night is full of stars,
and the stars, blue, shiver in the distance."
The night wind whirls in the sky and sings.
I can write the saddest poem of all tonight.
On nights like this, I held her in my arms.
I kissed her so many times under the infinite sky.
I can write the saddest poem of all tonight.
To think I don't have her.
To feel that I've lost her.
To hear the immense night, more immense without her.
The night is full of stars and she is not with me.
That's all. Far away, someone sings. Far away.
My soul is lost without her.
Love is so short and oblivion so long.
Because on nights like this I held her in my arms,
my soul is lost without her.*
Tristan
AN: * part of a poem of Pablo Neruda. Here Tristan is thinking about whether the fact that Rory is with Jess will affect the chances to be more than friend with her.
AN2: Thanks to everybody who reviewed and gave me suggestion for my fiction :)