Acoustic #3
By Green Eyed Wonder
Summery: Rory had been living in NYC right under Tristin's nose for about three years. Will he ever find the girl that changed his life forever?
Disclaimer: Don't own Gilmore Girls or the song Grey Sky Mourning by Vertical Horizon
Pairing: R/T, with R/J friendship
Rating: PG
'So you sailed away, into a grey sky morning. Now I'm here to stay, love can be so boring. Nothing's quite the same now; I just say your name now. But it's not so bad; you're only the best I ever had. You don't want me back, your just the best I ever had.'
Rory's bookshop/café was thriving. Not only was she successful, but the shop had made her famous. Her coffee was the best around, and it was a known fact that even celebrities came to enjoy her delicious elixir, and read her quality books. Rory could not have been happier. Jess and her had easily become the best of friends, which was slightly weird for Rory, who never had a best friend who knew everything about her. Rory recalled a day when a lady from Stars Hollow came to taste the infamous coffee. Her name was Lorelei Gilmore and she carried a remarkable resemblance to Rory. She was crazy in a lovable sort of way and Rory immediately felt a kinship to the odd woman. Lorelei promised to come back and visit. Everything was perfect for Rory, or so she would have everyone believe. Images haunted her from her time in Hartford. Tristin's look of confusion when she apologized… The blood dripping from her arm after she cut it… The face of her mother, so sad, so lonely. As much as she wanted to, Rory could not forget her past.
Tristin had also become successful. He started up a movie premier magazine, which had taken a well liking to celebrities. They immensely enjoyed his magazine, mainly because he didn't patronize them. His two-year mark was rolling around, and Tristin wanted to do something special to celebrate. He invited all the CEO's from the company, as well as selected celebrities to join him at his party. After much deliberation, Tristin decided to have the party at a hotshot café he had heard about. Fiddlesticks, it was called. Owned by someone named Leigh Hayden. This struck a chord in Tristin; Rory's last name was Hayden. But Tristin tried to forget about that. He had a party to plan.
"So you stole my world, now I'm just a phony, remembering the girl, leaves me down and lonely. Send it in a letter make your self feel better. It's not so bad, you're only the best I ever had, you don't need me back, you're just the best I ever had."
Rory had never felt so nervous in her life. In a half-hour, top executives would be arriving for a party thrown by the owner and executives from Cinema Shooter magazine. Many of the most elite people from all over Manhattan would be arriving, as well as celebrities from the newest hit movies. Although she knew she had a good reason, a really good reason, to be so nervous, Rory couldn't help but think there was something else wrecking her nerves; something worth the extra attention. But what, or who?
Tristin was fixing his tie when a feeling of anxiousness came over him, almost as if he were to see something he'd been expecting for a long time. It didn't seem like it could be the party; he actually wasn't that excited about it. But still… there was something tugging at Tristin's heartstrings… something that made him knot his tie a little faster.
"And it may take some time to patch me up inside, but I can't take it so
I run away and hide…What was it you wanted, could it be I'm haunted…"
Jess's hands hurt from the odd position of carrying twelve coffee cups. The one and only person existing on this earth that could make him cancel a date and actually work on a Saturday night was his roommate and best friend, Leigh. She had had two years worth of rough times, starting over her whole life over again, and he knew she felt that tonight was like her prize for all her struggle. He was really happy for her and when she called in tears right before he was leaving, asking for his help since they were understaffed, Jess had called Cynthia and cancelled immediately. Leigh deserved this night, and he'd be damned if something went wrong when he could have fixed it for her. The smile on her face when he arrived was enough of a thank you. After giving out all the coffee cups on his tray and refilling it with dirty ones to take back to the kitchen, Jess decided it was time for a well-earned brake. The party was starting to die down and Jess approached Leigh, who was talking with an actress that starred in a movie he'd seen about two weeks ago. He couldn't be more proud of Leigh and all she'd accomplished.
"May I have this dance?" Jess asked as the jazz band began playing a new, slower song.
"Why of coarse, excuse me." Leigh smiled, excusing herself from the actress she was talking with. She fitted herself in Jess's grasp, and let out a deep breath. Leigh looked up slightly at Jess before a guilty expression formed on her face. " Cynthia wasn't too mad was she?"
"Don't worry about it." Jess answered. Leigh just smiled slightly before looking down again, knowing that Jess was lying but not wanting to pry. They danced for a while, but suddenly, Leigh tensed in Jess's arms. "Babe, what's wrong?" he looked at Leigh with a look of concern. Leigh didn't answer, so Jess followed Leigh's line of vision, to a blonde man speaking with many important looking people. Looking back at Leigh, he spotted a tear rolling down her cheek. Now he was really confused.
