Disclaimer: I don't own anything except the clothes on my back, and the two
characters Kristina and Jake. And Heidi.
Author's Note: Thank you very much for all the reviews throughout the entire story, they really brightened my day when I get them. This will be the last chapter, so I hope you like it. And if you don't, just remember that it was two am when I wrote it. So, thank you all again, and here's the last part of the story.
** Oh yeah, I borrowed a good chunk of page two from The Notebook by Nicholas Sparks, but I added a couple words here and there. I've never read it, so don't kill me for using it if you don't like the book **
Recap: What Tristan didn't know was Rory was hearing all of this. She was standing in the house, in front of the old screen door. Tristan went on, "She came back. I told her to leave. I- Gosh, what am I going to do?"
"Tell her you have a girlfriend. One that would do anything for you in a heartbeat." Rory said, and paused. "And then turn of that damn music. It's such an ungodly hour."
Chapter 17:
Since it was so early, the three went into the house intending to go back to bed. Lorelai went upstairs, while Tristan and Rory went to her room. ((No, nothing is going happen, sorry.)) It didn't take long to figure out Rory wasn't mad at Tristan by the way she cuddled next to him when they both laid down. Tristan pondered this for a while before closing his eyes and letting the good thing called sleep claim his body.
This time when Tristan woke up he wasn't freaking out. There was actually a sense of security; Rory was in his arms. 'I could get used to this,' He thought, slowly opening his eyes. "Well good morning, DuGrey. Of all people, you were the one that outslept my mom this morning. I thought you got up with the sun." Rory greeted the awakening college student.
"I did?" He asked.
"Yeah, but I had to wake you up three hours ago. You were having a bad dream."
"About?"
"Heidi." Rory stated.
"Really?"
Rory shook her head. "No, but it sounds good." She smiled lovingly, "I'm glad you told me. Well, my mom, I mean. I just overheard the thing while I was eavesdropping because I- ." She was cut off by Tristan giving her a kiss to shut her up.
Tristan gave Rory a kiss on the cheek as he slipped out of bed his senior year of college, a year or two later. He walked into the living room and picked up the book he was supposed to read for a Lit class. Subconsciously, he patted his right pocket to make sure the gift was still there.
A few hours later Rory woke up facing a red rose on the pillow next to her that still had a crease from Tristan's head. There was a note attached to it that read: 'Meet me in the park at noon if you get up before then. If not, sorry, but you can't get the gift today.' Rory perked up at the thought of getting a gift because it was in her genes.
It was already eleven fifteen, so Rory rushed to get ready. Walking to the park in jeans and a black longsleeve shirt fit for the crisp fall day, Rory was smiling.
The smile grew even wider when she came up upon Tristan. He was lying on a blanket taken from their apartment, reading a book with a wicker basket next to him. She slowly advanced towards Tristan hoping to surprise him. "So you came." Tristan said, without looking up, knowing Rory had been there the whole time.
"Why wouldn't I?" Rory asked, sitting down across from him.
"Don't know." He closed the book silently. He had been staring at page two for the last hour. By now, he had memorized what he wanted to memorize; it was crucial to the picnic.
"So, what's for lunch?"
"Not so fast missy," He smiled, taking Rory's hands into his own. "I've got something to say first." Tristan took a deep breath, okay maybe several, tying to calm down. His heart was beating faster than normal. 'Well, here goes nothing,' He thought.
"Tristan?" Rory looked at her boyfriend intently.
Letting out another breath, Tristan started to speak. It seemed perfect. The past two years had been amazing, and it was perfect. The leaves were changing color, and many couples were around, and it was perfect. There was a woman sitting across from him, staring, and she was perfect.
"My life? It isn't easy to explain. It has not been the rip roaring spectacular I fancied it would be, but neither have I burrowed around with gophers. I suppose it has most resembled a blue-chip stock: fairly stable, more ups than downs, and gradually trending upward over time. A good buy, a lucky buy, and I've learned not everyone can say this about his life. But do not be misled." Tristan looked at his girlfriend, smiling. Discreetly, he opened the cargo pocket in his khakis and took out the 'gift,' and hid it from Rory's sight. Going on, Tristan spoke yet again, "I am nothing special; of this I am sure. I am a common man with common thoughts, and I've led a common life. There are no monuments dedicated to me, except for the ones at Chilton, and my name will soon be forgotten, except for at Chilton. But I've loved another with all my heart and soul, and to me this has always been enough." Tristan finally got out what he had wanted to say since he had met Rory his sophomore year.
Rory didn't know what to do. 'Okay, for once, my mind isn't giving me advice on what to do, and I'm not babbling. What is wrong with me?' She thought, as she saw Tristan getting up on one knee. 'Oh my gosh, he's gonna propose!'
Tristan opened the box he was hiding, to reveal a simple engagement ring. It wasn't too big, and it wasn't too small. It was just right, something that would fit Rory well. He knew she didn't want to call attention to herself by wearing this ring, but he didn't want her to not wear it as well. "Rory Gilmore, I've loved you since I was 16, and it had always been enough, until now. I don't want you to just be my girlfriend. You're much more than that." Tristan grinned, looking like he was back at Chilton again. "Will you marry me?"
"YES!" Rory answered so loud that she thought she had ruptured Tristan's eardrums.
Grinning like a madman, Tristan promptly put the ring on Rory's finger and kissed her with everything in him. When they finally broke for air, Rory called her mother to tell her the news, and the future husband and wife ate their engagement lunch consisting of hamburgers and fries, along with lots of coffee. When they were finished, Tristan laid down, with Rory at his side.
That is exactly how Kristina found the pair two hours later. The girl just never stayed at her own college. "Oh my gosh, what jewelry store did you two rob?" She exclaimed, grinning and grabbing Rory's hand to examine the ring.
"I've coming back to Yale." Kristina announced around three pm. "Harvard is just a bunch of people that are too busy studying to party."
Tristan laughed, thinking about ho much Rory's old roommate was so much like him his freshman year. He shook his head. "So where will you be living? Because, as much as I like you, you can't have Rory back." He kissed Rory on her forehead.
"I know. But I'm in the complex across the street." She answered. "Oh yeah, I took an ad out like you. Maybe I'll find my future spouse, too. I hope you don't mind, but I can't open my apartment, so I'm going to have people to come over here so I can talk to them because your apartment looks like mine."
Just ten minutes away, at the bulletin boards, a guy was reading the flyer. "Male Roommate wanted: Has to be a nice person, easy to get along with, and it neat. Is this you? If so, please call (292) 683-0518."
Kristina's phone rang as the three were settling to watch a movie. "Hello? . . Yes, this is her . . Okay, when do you want to meet . . Okay, come to my friends apartment that looks almost exactly like mine and I'll interview you or whatever . . The apartments next to the café . . Apartment 19 . . See you."
"New roomie?" Rory wondered, fifteen minutes later when the doorbell rang. Opening the door, she saw Tristan's old roommate.
"Jake?" Tristan got up to see his old friend. "I thought you were with what's her face?" He asked.
"Yeah, it's me. That didn't exactly work out as we intended." He stepped in, noticing Kristina. "You're looking for a roommate?"
"Yeah," She held out her hand. "I'm Kristina." She smiled.
"Jake." He replied, taking her hand. "It's nice to meet you."
"The pleasure is all mine."
Rory and Tristan both rolled their eyes, seeing their old roommates flirt with each other. While they were watching the scene unfold, Rory nudged Tristan in the ribs. "Somehow, I don't think they'll be just roommates."
** It's a cheesy and stupid ending, I know. But, oh well, I hope you like it anyways. Thank you everyone that read it **
Author's Note: Thank you very much for all the reviews throughout the entire story, they really brightened my day when I get them. This will be the last chapter, so I hope you like it. And if you don't, just remember that it was two am when I wrote it. So, thank you all again, and here's the last part of the story.
** Oh yeah, I borrowed a good chunk of page two from The Notebook by Nicholas Sparks, but I added a couple words here and there. I've never read it, so don't kill me for using it if you don't like the book **
Recap: What Tristan didn't know was Rory was hearing all of this. She was standing in the house, in front of the old screen door. Tristan went on, "She came back. I told her to leave. I- Gosh, what am I going to do?"
"Tell her you have a girlfriend. One that would do anything for you in a heartbeat." Rory said, and paused. "And then turn of that damn music. It's such an ungodly hour."
Chapter 17:
Since it was so early, the three went into the house intending to go back to bed. Lorelai went upstairs, while Tristan and Rory went to her room. ((No, nothing is going happen, sorry.)) It didn't take long to figure out Rory wasn't mad at Tristan by the way she cuddled next to him when they both laid down. Tristan pondered this for a while before closing his eyes and letting the good thing called sleep claim his body.
This time when Tristan woke up he wasn't freaking out. There was actually a sense of security; Rory was in his arms. 'I could get used to this,' He thought, slowly opening his eyes. "Well good morning, DuGrey. Of all people, you were the one that outslept my mom this morning. I thought you got up with the sun." Rory greeted the awakening college student.
"I did?" He asked.
"Yeah, but I had to wake you up three hours ago. You were having a bad dream."
"About?"
"Heidi." Rory stated.
"Really?"
Rory shook her head. "No, but it sounds good." She smiled lovingly, "I'm glad you told me. Well, my mom, I mean. I just overheard the thing while I was eavesdropping because I- ." She was cut off by Tristan giving her a kiss to shut her up.
Tristan gave Rory a kiss on the cheek as he slipped out of bed his senior year of college, a year or two later. He walked into the living room and picked up the book he was supposed to read for a Lit class. Subconsciously, he patted his right pocket to make sure the gift was still there.
A few hours later Rory woke up facing a red rose on the pillow next to her that still had a crease from Tristan's head. There was a note attached to it that read: 'Meet me in the park at noon if you get up before then. If not, sorry, but you can't get the gift today.' Rory perked up at the thought of getting a gift because it was in her genes.
It was already eleven fifteen, so Rory rushed to get ready. Walking to the park in jeans and a black longsleeve shirt fit for the crisp fall day, Rory was smiling.
The smile grew even wider when she came up upon Tristan. He was lying on a blanket taken from their apartment, reading a book with a wicker basket next to him. She slowly advanced towards Tristan hoping to surprise him. "So you came." Tristan said, without looking up, knowing Rory had been there the whole time.
"Why wouldn't I?" Rory asked, sitting down across from him.
"Don't know." He closed the book silently. He had been staring at page two for the last hour. By now, he had memorized what he wanted to memorize; it was crucial to the picnic.
"So, what's for lunch?"
"Not so fast missy," He smiled, taking Rory's hands into his own. "I've got something to say first." Tristan took a deep breath, okay maybe several, tying to calm down. His heart was beating faster than normal. 'Well, here goes nothing,' He thought.
"Tristan?" Rory looked at her boyfriend intently.
Letting out another breath, Tristan started to speak. It seemed perfect. The past two years had been amazing, and it was perfect. The leaves were changing color, and many couples were around, and it was perfect. There was a woman sitting across from him, staring, and she was perfect.
"My life? It isn't easy to explain. It has not been the rip roaring spectacular I fancied it would be, but neither have I burrowed around with gophers. I suppose it has most resembled a blue-chip stock: fairly stable, more ups than downs, and gradually trending upward over time. A good buy, a lucky buy, and I've learned not everyone can say this about his life. But do not be misled." Tristan looked at his girlfriend, smiling. Discreetly, he opened the cargo pocket in his khakis and took out the 'gift,' and hid it from Rory's sight. Going on, Tristan spoke yet again, "I am nothing special; of this I am sure. I am a common man with common thoughts, and I've led a common life. There are no monuments dedicated to me, except for the ones at Chilton, and my name will soon be forgotten, except for at Chilton. But I've loved another with all my heart and soul, and to me this has always been enough." Tristan finally got out what he had wanted to say since he had met Rory his sophomore year.
Rory didn't know what to do. 'Okay, for once, my mind isn't giving me advice on what to do, and I'm not babbling. What is wrong with me?' She thought, as she saw Tristan getting up on one knee. 'Oh my gosh, he's gonna propose!'
Tristan opened the box he was hiding, to reveal a simple engagement ring. It wasn't too big, and it wasn't too small. It was just right, something that would fit Rory well. He knew she didn't want to call attention to herself by wearing this ring, but he didn't want her to not wear it as well. "Rory Gilmore, I've loved you since I was 16, and it had always been enough, until now. I don't want you to just be my girlfriend. You're much more than that." Tristan grinned, looking like he was back at Chilton again. "Will you marry me?"
"YES!" Rory answered so loud that she thought she had ruptured Tristan's eardrums.
Grinning like a madman, Tristan promptly put the ring on Rory's finger and kissed her with everything in him. When they finally broke for air, Rory called her mother to tell her the news, and the future husband and wife ate their engagement lunch consisting of hamburgers and fries, along with lots of coffee. When they were finished, Tristan laid down, with Rory at his side.
That is exactly how Kristina found the pair two hours later. The girl just never stayed at her own college. "Oh my gosh, what jewelry store did you two rob?" She exclaimed, grinning and grabbing Rory's hand to examine the ring.
"I've coming back to Yale." Kristina announced around three pm. "Harvard is just a bunch of people that are too busy studying to party."
Tristan laughed, thinking about ho much Rory's old roommate was so much like him his freshman year. He shook his head. "So where will you be living? Because, as much as I like you, you can't have Rory back." He kissed Rory on her forehead.
"I know. But I'm in the complex across the street." She answered. "Oh yeah, I took an ad out like you. Maybe I'll find my future spouse, too. I hope you don't mind, but I can't open my apartment, so I'm going to have people to come over here so I can talk to them because your apartment looks like mine."
Just ten minutes away, at the bulletin boards, a guy was reading the flyer. "Male Roommate wanted: Has to be a nice person, easy to get along with, and it neat. Is this you? If so, please call (292) 683-0518."
Kristina's phone rang as the three were settling to watch a movie. "Hello? . . Yes, this is her . . Okay, when do you want to meet . . Okay, come to my friends apartment that looks almost exactly like mine and I'll interview you or whatever . . The apartments next to the café . . Apartment 19 . . See you."
"New roomie?" Rory wondered, fifteen minutes later when the doorbell rang. Opening the door, she saw Tristan's old roommate.
"Jake?" Tristan got up to see his old friend. "I thought you were with what's her face?" He asked.
"Yeah, it's me. That didn't exactly work out as we intended." He stepped in, noticing Kristina. "You're looking for a roommate?"
"Yeah," She held out her hand. "I'm Kristina." She smiled.
"Jake." He replied, taking her hand. "It's nice to meet you."
"The pleasure is all mine."
Rory and Tristan both rolled their eyes, seeing their old roommates flirt with each other. While they were watching the scene unfold, Rory nudged Tristan in the ribs. "Somehow, I don't think they'll be just roommates."
** It's a cheesy and stupid ending, I know. But, oh well, I hope you like it anyways. Thank you everyone that read it **
