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Rory sat underneath the tree, her head rested against the trunk and her eyes closed. She slowly took a deep breath, wondering why Tristan had asked to meet him here. There was something odd about the sound of his voice. Maybe fear. Rory couldn't tell for sure.
Tristan approached the tree quietly. He stood a few feet away, just watching the girl whom he was so infatuated with. He gradually made his way towards her and smiled, she still hadn't noticed he was there. Getting down on his knees, he brought his lips towards her exposed neck, leaving a trail of butterfly soft kisses until he reached her red lips. He kissed her fully, his hands caressing her delicate cheek. He pulled away reluctantly, staring into her eyes before he uttered a word.
"Hello," he whispered.
Playing with his messy hair, she greeted him back with another soft kiss. "Hello."
He touched her face again, leaning down for another kiss. Rory put her finger to his lips, stopping him. "What is it that you wanted to tell me?"
Tristan sighed. His arms around her shoulder protectively. Her head rested on his shoulder, she took in her surroundings, who she was with and smiled, she never wanted to move.
"Couldn't we stay like this for a while?" he whispered softly in her ear.
Rory only nodded. She had nothing else to say.
Minutes had passed, neither moved, neither wanted to. Rory was the first; she untangled herself from his grasp and eyed him cautiously. "Please tell me what's wrong."
"Rory," he murmured, "This may be the last moment we have with each other."
"What?"
Tristan licked his lips, he
couldn't make eye contact with the girl beside him, and his eyes simply looked
straight ahead "I overheard my father, "he started bitterly" I didn't stay long
to listen to the whole conversation, but he was talking to Curtis Abraham…"
Rory nodded, telling him to continue.
"Curtis is my uncles butler…"
"What's this all about Tristan?" Rory asked, her voice trembled.
"Uncle Timothy," he stated "The only close relative to my family. He lives in Arizona. I have a feeling my dad's planning on shipping me out there instead of North Carolina."
"No," she whispered, tears threatening "No," she repeated, much more loudly "You said yourself that you didn't stay for the whole conversation… maybe… maybe…"
He held her while his girlfriend sobbed into his shoulder. His eyes were closed tightly, as he tried to control his own emotions.
"Arizona's so far away," he heard her whisper.
He said nothing, instead stroked her dark hair, comforting her the best way he knew how. He held her, smiling sadly as he felt her body calming down.
"How do you know for sure?" she asked.
"It all makes sense Mare. Think about it… just think about it. The bastard wants us as far away from each other as possible. My parents were fighting about us before he picked up the phone and called," he explained "Besides, it happened before. Uncle Timothy is always my father's alternate. Call it his Plan B."
Rory stopped crying. She needed to. Sighing, she found herself wrapped in his arms once again. She shut her eyes, suppressing a yawn. "I'm tired," she whispered. And slowly, she found herself falling asleep into the arms of the man who she loved, she fell asleep with the man she couldn't bear lose, and here they were, so close to being torn apart.
Tristan woke up a few moments later. Cursing himself for falling asleep also. Looking at his watch, he took notice that it was almost midnight.
"Mare, wake up…" he hated waking her up, she looked so content.
Rory opened her eyes and yawned. Glancing around, she blinked several times as her eyes adjusted to the darkness. "Tristan? Oh god, where are we?"
He smiled at her tone of voice "Weepy. We fell asleep."
"What time is it?" she yawned once again.
"Fifteen minutes before midnight. Actually, make that fourteen."
Crap.
"I better take you home. Lorelai's going to kill me," he groaned, helping her to her feet "How'd you get here?"
"Evan drove me," she replied, talking about Paris' new boyfriend.
Tristan nodded, and led her to his car.
Rory sat on the passenger seat, her mind filled with unexplainable thoughts. What would they do? Tristan entered his car, quickly he started the engine, and the black sports car was off. It's destination, Stars Hallow.
The ride was silent. An uncomfortable silence. Both had nothing to say.
"Tristan, stop the car…" Rory said loudly.
"What?"
"Stop the car," she repeated.
"Why?" he looked at her strangely.
"Just do it."
Tristan did as he was told.
Rory's eyes flashed excitedly "I don't want to go home," she glanced at him for his reaction.
"Come again?"
"I don't want to go home," she said "I want to stay with you."
His heart leapt. "Rory, what are you trying to say?"
Rory gulped. "Let's get away. From your father, from everything. Let's just get away."
Okay, so I got multiple e-mails saying that they should runaway together, and you know what? I listened. I kind of turned it to an AU, but it was (sort of) in the first place. So whatcha think?
-RockerFreak
