Tears – Part 5 [Oh Dear…]

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He looked over at the picture. They were so happy. His arms wrapped around her slim waist, protecting her from falling in the swimming pool. The couple was laughing merrily; her face glowed and he had the widest smile he had ever seen on his face. He swallowed hard and set the picture down. He missed her. And he knew it. He needed to see her. He needed to see her face; her smile and he needed to hear her voice, her laugh. But what would he say to her? He had caused her so much pain, he shook his head, she didn't deserve any of it. "Damnit," he cursed to himself "I'm so stupid."

He had made so many mistakes, but this, this had been his biggest. Running his hand through his hair, he walked downstairs, where he unfortunately bumped into his angry father. His father, Arthur DuGrey, looked furious. His face said it all, his eyes looked up and glared at his son. Tristan was surprised at this, usually, his father would just look at him with eyes that were emotionless, he had never been able to read them.

"What's wrong father?"

Arthur slammed the cell phone on the hard wood floor, smashing the small phone into pieces. "The nerve of those damn Gilmores!"

The name that had instantly popped up into Tristan's head was Rory, but he doubted she was the reason why his father was so angry. "Which Gilmore?"

"Richard Gilmore, who else would it be? That has to be the most arrogant, and stubborn man I have ever come in contact with.," he fumed, he walked up the spiral staircase but stopped and turned around, looking at his son menacingly "I know you've been spending your time with his granddaughter, and I'm warning you know Tristan, stop associating with that young lady."

"You can't do that father," he argued.

Arthur's eyes glared icily "I can and I will."

"What if I don't? What if I don't listen to you?" Tristan swallowed hard.

"If you don't? Be ready to pack your bags, you'll be going back to North Carolina."

Shit. Another blow to Tristan's growing problem.

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He ran to his room. Shaking his head, he had finally decided, screw his father. He needed to talk to her. To work out all their problems. I just need her. That night, he left the house and got into his car, his destination: Stars Hollow.

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"Ahhh, Rory I love rain!" Lorelai said, jumping up and down.

Rory laughed lightly "More than coffee?"

Lorelai gasped "Hush your mouth child! Coffee is Lorelai's life."

Rory laughed at her mother again and stood up to the sound of knocking. "I'll get it," she said, walking towards the door.

Rory opened the door and her heartbeat increased. Crossing her arms, she leaned her body against the door frame and looked at him curiously. She noticed his shivering body and his blue lips. Feeling guilty, she opened the door wider, allowing his entrance.

"How long have you been standing out there?"

He merely shrugged "30 minutes, maybe more."

"Your soaked."

"Thanks, didn't think you noticed."

"Wait here, I'll get you a towel."

Rory walked in the kitchen, where her mother watched the coffee maker produce the black liquid. She turned towards her daughter "Who was at the door?"

"Tristan," Rory replied.

Lorelai gasped "No, did you kick him out?"

"Mom, he's soaked."

Lorelai frowned "So, he's deserves it. Where is he?"

"In the living room…"

"Hm, well I'm gonna drink a few cups of coffee and then I'll kick him out for you."

"Mom!"

"What?"

"That's mean."

"So? He's mean."

"He stood out there for almost an hour."

Lorelai's face softened, just a little, "… fine I'll let you handle it."

Rory thanked her and walked out the kitchen, a clean towel on hand. She handed the white towel to him and watched as he dried himself off. "What are you doing here?" she asked.

He shrugged "I just went for a drive, and found myself here."

"Why did you stand outside the house then? Why didn't you just continue to drive?"

He had no answer, and continued to driy his hair off with the already damp towel.

"Answer me," she whispered sternly.

He sighed. "I wanted to see you. I miss you"

Rory let out a frustrated sigh "Just stop doing that… stop saying these things to me when you don't really mean them."

"I do mean them Rory!" he argued.

Rory laughed coldly "Right, I understand Tristan. I understand that… that… we feel differently towards one another… why can't you just leave me alone… and… and… just let me forget about it all."

"Forget about what?"

"Forget about us!" she said loudly.

"I don't want you to forget about us!" he yelled back.

"What else can I do?" her voice softened "I'm not going to wait Tristan… I don't think I can."

"I know," he whispered, his voice cracking.

"What do you want me to do?"

He gulped. Shivering from the damp clothes he was wearing. "Can't… can't you wait?"

After silence, she could only come back with one reply.

"Would you?"

AN: Hi. How is everybody? Good I hope. First, I want to thank all of you for reviewing. Thanks so much! Here is Part 5. What did you guys think? Good, Bad, Very Bad?

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