Acoustic #3

Ch.2

By: Green Eyed Wonder

Summery: Tristin starts to get worried that Rory might do something drastic. Will he get there in time?

Disclaimer: I don't own Gilmore Girls, or any songs I may use.

Pairing: R/T

Rating: PG-13

'They press their lips against you, you've got lovely eyes they say.'

            Rory had decided to stick it out for one more week. In all truth, she was scared. And she welcomed it. For the first time in a long time, she actually felt something. She was scared of screwing up and being found, of the hurt that would fill her when the blade crossed her skin. She was scared of leaving everything she'd even known, even if it had never been a real home. Rory's new ambition was to once again, fool everyone. But this time, she was playing the opposite of her old tricks. She would fool everyone into thinking that Rory Hayden, Queen of Chilton, was back to her old self. She would wear the makeup that had been long forgotten, she would fix her hair every morning until it was in the perfect, latest style, and she would go out with whomever asked; starting with Nick Reiser, the cute senior in her math class. They had had a date tonight. It went as well as to be expected. He took her to a movie, then to dinner. In the car he whispered sweet nothings into her ear, something about how pretty her eyes looked in the moonlight, before kissing her firmly on the lips. Rory had prayed that she might feel something, some spark or hope that would suggest that she was still alive. But, of coarse, Rory felt nothing, just as always. And with this new knowledge, Rory was ready to leave this place she had called home for so long.

'And I've tried so hard to reach you, but your falling anyway. And you know I see right through you, 'cuz the world got in your way.'

            Tristin, too, had gotten his hopes up. Rory came to school on Monday looking like her old self: pampered, primped, and perfect. A bright smile lit up her face as she walked down the courtyard walkway. But, after careful examination, Tristin's hopes shattered as he once again realized that Rory's seemingly gleeful smile didn't quite reach her eyes. In the next few periods, Tristin caught wind that Rory was going out with a friend of his, Nick. Although everyone else thought it was great that the two were together, Tristin wasn't quite so sure. Why the sudden change? The makeup, hair, smiles? Even though the two hadn't talked much in the years they had known each other, Tristin knew Rory quite well from years of unrequited crushes, and knew that Rory was hiding something. What he couldn't figure out was, what?

'What's the point in all this screaming, you're not listening anyway.'

            When Tristin finally exited lit class after a lecture from Ms. Grayson, he made his way over to Rory's locker, but she wasn't there. He waited for 5 minutes, but she never showed up. Finally, he made his way to the parking lot. Surprisingly, his and only a few other cars were left in the lot. One, he noted was Rory's black Jag.  Usually the top is up, but not today. Worriedly, Tristin made his way to her car only to be greeted with the blasting of music, and a wide-eyed Rory staring straight ahead. She looked poised and ready to drive but it was if she didn't know how. Tristin lightly tapped on the driver side window, but got no response. He tapped louder, and Rory's head snapped over to look at him. There was something in her eyes. Fear, terror? No, she was too out of it. There was something there though. Confusion, that's what it was. Confusion mixed with fright; like a little child waking up from a nightmare. She rolled down the window long enough to udder the words that I would never forget: "I'm sorry, Tristin." And with that, she drove off, in the direction of her house.