hey people. i know what a lot of you are probably thinking. ahhh!
another chapter! is she insane? well yup, i guess i am. and im also
incredibly bored considering every single person i know is on vacation
and i'm stuck at home in summer school. tears. ne way enough about me
and on with the trory!
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Disclaimer: i still don't own gilmore girls
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Chapter 7: A Leopard Changing His Spots
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"I'm sorry about your arm, again," Tristan said to Rory for
the millionth time as they took the long route through the school
courtyard to get to math. The nurse had bandaged Rory's arm up pretty
tight, but thankfully it didn't require stitches.
"Tristan, will you stop apologizing? I'm okay. Really I am."
"Sorry," he replied automatically. Rory started laughing and
Tristan joined in with her.
"Can I ask you something?" she said once she had recovered.
"Anything."
"Its not really my place to ask," Rory said nervously.
"Just try me."
"Why did you break up with Shayna back there? I was under the
impression that you really liked her."
Tristan sighed, his brain switching into an automatic battle,
trying to decide what he would tell her; the truth, which was risky, or
some elaborate excuse.
But Tristan was sick of excuses.
"Girls like Shayna are so high maintenance, I just got sick of
it, you know? I feel like when I'm with her I'm not achieving anything,
she doesn't challenge me. The most complex conversation we have ever
had was a disagreement about the color of a sweater. I need a girl that
I can have a real relationship with, someone I can talk to. Most guys
would love a girl who craves a strictly physical relationship, but I'm
just sick of that. I want something deeper."
It took a minute for Rory to process everything Tristan had
just told her. She knew that he was being serious by everything he had
just told her, and she also knew that this was probably the first time
he had ever really opened up to her.
"So a leopard really can change his spots," she said softly,
in a teasing way, yet meaning it completely.
"Well, I wouldn't go that far," Tristan said with a smile
breaking across his face. "Let's just say this leopard is adding new
spots to the old ones. I can't change completely, you know."
"But you're done with girls like Shayna?" Rory asked.
"And Summer, and Jule, and Rachel, and Krysten, and Tara, and-"
"Woah! I get it!" Rory said, covering her ears to block playfully
out the names. "But what kind of girl do you want?" she asked as she
lowered her hands.
"A girl like you," Tristan whispered, stepping close to her.
He leaned his head in to kiss her, and fell into a magic spell
when his lips met Rory's.
another chapter! is she insane? well yup, i guess i am. and im also
incredibly bored considering every single person i know is on vacation
and i'm stuck at home in summer school. tears. ne way enough about me
and on with the trory!
*
Disclaimer: i still don't own gilmore girls
*
Chapter 7: A Leopard Changing His Spots
*
"I'm sorry about your arm, again," Tristan said to Rory for
the millionth time as they took the long route through the school
courtyard to get to math. The nurse had bandaged Rory's arm up pretty
tight, but thankfully it didn't require stitches.
"Tristan, will you stop apologizing? I'm okay. Really I am."
"Sorry," he replied automatically. Rory started laughing and
Tristan joined in with her.
"Can I ask you something?" she said once she had recovered.
"Anything."
"Its not really my place to ask," Rory said nervously.
"Just try me."
"Why did you break up with Shayna back there? I was under the
impression that you really liked her."
Tristan sighed, his brain switching into an automatic battle,
trying to decide what he would tell her; the truth, which was risky, or
some elaborate excuse.
But Tristan was sick of excuses.
"Girls like Shayna are so high maintenance, I just got sick of
it, you know? I feel like when I'm with her I'm not achieving anything,
she doesn't challenge me. The most complex conversation we have ever
had was a disagreement about the color of a sweater. I need a girl that
I can have a real relationship with, someone I can talk to. Most guys
would love a girl who craves a strictly physical relationship, but I'm
just sick of that. I want something deeper."
It took a minute for Rory to process everything Tristan had
just told her. She knew that he was being serious by everything he had
just told her, and she also knew that this was probably the first time
he had ever really opened up to her.
"So a leopard really can change his spots," she said softly,
in a teasing way, yet meaning it completely.
"Well, I wouldn't go that far," Tristan said with a smile
breaking across his face. "Let's just say this leopard is adding new
spots to the old ones. I can't change completely, you know."
"But you're done with girls like Shayna?" Rory asked.
"And Summer, and Jule, and Rachel, and Krysten, and Tara, and-"
"Woah! I get it!" Rory said, covering her ears to block playfully
out the names. "But what kind of girl do you want?" she asked as she
lowered her hands.
"A girl like you," Tristan whispered, stepping close to her.
He leaned his head in to kiss her, and fell into a magic spell
when his lips met Rory's.
