hey guys! this is the beginning of the section called 'the storm.' its
really the turning point of tristan and rory's relationship and it should
be like 3 or 4 parts long. so sit back and enjoy! o, and there's a pretty
little purple button at the bottom of this page that has your name written
all over it. can't you hear it calling you to review?
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disclaimer:still down on the show gilmore girls
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chapter 11: The Storm Part 1
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"Coffee break!" Rory called about an hour after they had started
working.
"We just got started," Tristan said.
"And if you expect me to be able to continue I really am going
to be needing some caffeine. So, which way to the kitchen?"
"Um, I don't exactly have any coffee," Tristan answered slowly,
afraid of her response.
Rory's pretty blue eyes grew wide with shock. "No coffee?"
"Sorry. I'm more of a tea person to tell the truth," he admitted.
"How can you choose tea over coffee?" Rory asked.
"I don't know. I'm just used to it always being around. Look,
if you want coffee, we can run out and grab some. I don't mind."
"Thank you so much!" Rory said, standing up and giving him a
small kiss on the cheek.
Tristan smiled softly to himself. "God her lips are soft," he
thought.
Rory babbled about coffee the whole way to the door, but when
Tristan opened it she stopped short. It was pouring rain outside. In
the matter of an hour it had gone from being slightly overcast to
driving rain that stopped them from being able to see anything beyond
the front step.
"So I guess coffee is off," Rory said, stepping back into the
house to escape the cold wind and rain blowing into the house. Tristan
quickly shut the door and hung his coat back up in the closet.
"Wow, that came from nowhere," he said, referring to the weather.
"That looks bad. Do you think it will clear up anytime soon?"
Rory asked.
"Not likely. That rain is coming down pretty hard," Tristan
replied, heading back to the living room to turn on the news.
Rory's cell phone rang as they settled back down on the couch,
watching the coverage of the storm.
"Honey," Lorelai said before Rory even had a chance to say
hello. "Are you still with Tristan?" Lorelai voice was full of worry.
"Yah, Mom. We're at his house right now," Rory answered.
"Good. Have you looked outside? It's raining cats and dogs.
There's no way you'll be able to make it home tonight. I don't even
want Tristan to try driving you. Do you think it would be okay if you
stayed there tonight?"
Rory looked at Tristan. "I'm sure that would be fine. There's
plenty of space. Hey, Mom, did you know this place has like eighteen
bedrooms or something?"
"My God!" Lorelai said, momentarily forgetting her panic.
"Eighteen? Jeez, that's not exactly some small shack is it?"
"That's what I said."
"Ok babe. Can you put Tristan on for a second, I want to talk
to him."
"It's my mom," Rory said, tossing Tristan the phone.
Over the next minute Rory watched Tristan's expression turn
from amusement to shock, to enjoyment, and to pain while on the phone
with Lorelai. Rory could predict everything Lorelai was saying by
watching his face.
Tristan tossed the phone back to Rory.
"One more thing honey, just don't do anything I would do, okay?"
"All right Mom. Oh, where are you by the way?"
"Stuck at the inn, but I'm okay. Night honey."
"Night." Rory hung up the phone and looked at Tristan. "Looks
like you're stuck with me tonight," Rory said.
"Can we play Truth or Dare and have pillow fights in our underwear?"
he asked enthusiastically.
"Pillow fights in our underwear? What kind of sleep overs have
you been to?" Rory asked, laughing.
"Isn't that what girls usually do?" Tristan asked.
Rory laughed. "No! Truth or Dare yes, but I can tell you I have
never, ever been to a party where we had pillow fights in our underwear."
Tristan sighed. "Well you know, there's a first time for everything."
"Maybe not in this case," Rory said. "So what should we do?"
"Well you still have your three wishes you haven't used yet.
Things could get really interesting if you use them."
"Okay. Do you want me to use my first wish?" Rory asked.
"Sure. As long as it doesn't involve me doing something like
play guitar in my underwear or something like that," Tristan said.
"Hey, a minute ago you were all into the idea of being seen
in your underwear," Rory said.
"Correction, I was into the idea of seeing you in your underwear."
Rory rolled her eyes. "Any way, for my first wish, I request
a game of Truth or Dare, but no dares, only truths, and i'm the one who
asks all the questions."
"That's not fair!" Tristan said.
"Is it fair that your girlfriend clawed my arm to pieces?" Rory
asked. Tristan shook his head in defeat and Rory began her inquisition.
"What is your middle name?"
"James. Is that the worst of the questions, because you don't need
to go that easy on me," Tristan said.
"I'm just warming up," Rory answered. "What's the best thing
that ever happened to you?"
"Moving to North Carolina."
"Why?" Rory asked. "I thought you hated it."
"No, I hated military school. I'm just glad to be away from my
parents and their stupid mind games."
Rory nodded and continued. "What's the hardest thing you ever
had to do?"
Tristan paused, knowing the truth would cause a fight, and she
wouldn't believe his lies.
"Walking away the night I left for military school without
kissing you."
Rory's eyes grew silent, but instead of arguing with him, she
looked into his eyes. "The hardest thing I ever did was stop myself
from running after you."
Tristan went into a state of shock with that sentence. He couldn't
figure out what to say or do. Should he kiss her? Tell her how much he
loved her then? Tell her how much he loves her right at this moment?
"But that was a long time ago. I mean, a lot has changed,"
Rory said, answering his mind for him.
"Yah. It has been two years," Tristan said, covering up his
feelings for her yet again.
Thunder crashed loudly outside as the two fell into an awkward
silence.
"You know, I'm really tired. Do you think you can show me where
I can sleep?" Rory asked uncomfortably.
"Sure." Tristan walked her to her room and opened the door for
her. "This is my cousin Lizzie's room. She's about your size. You can
use some of her clothes if you want."
Rory nodded and entered the room.
"Sweet dreams Mary," Tristan said softly, closing the door
behind him.
really the turning point of tristan and rory's relationship and it should
be like 3 or 4 parts long. so sit back and enjoy! o, and there's a pretty
little purple button at the bottom of this page that has your name written
all over it. can't you hear it calling you to review?
***
disclaimer:still down on the show gilmore girls
***
chapter 11: The Storm Part 1
***
"Coffee break!" Rory called about an hour after they had started
working.
"We just got started," Tristan said.
"And if you expect me to be able to continue I really am going
to be needing some caffeine. So, which way to the kitchen?"
"Um, I don't exactly have any coffee," Tristan answered slowly,
afraid of her response.
Rory's pretty blue eyes grew wide with shock. "No coffee?"
"Sorry. I'm more of a tea person to tell the truth," he admitted.
"How can you choose tea over coffee?" Rory asked.
"I don't know. I'm just used to it always being around. Look,
if you want coffee, we can run out and grab some. I don't mind."
"Thank you so much!" Rory said, standing up and giving him a
small kiss on the cheek.
Tristan smiled softly to himself. "God her lips are soft," he
thought.
Rory babbled about coffee the whole way to the door, but when
Tristan opened it she stopped short. It was pouring rain outside. In
the matter of an hour it had gone from being slightly overcast to
driving rain that stopped them from being able to see anything beyond
the front step.
"So I guess coffee is off," Rory said, stepping back into the
house to escape the cold wind and rain blowing into the house. Tristan
quickly shut the door and hung his coat back up in the closet.
"Wow, that came from nowhere," he said, referring to the weather.
"That looks bad. Do you think it will clear up anytime soon?"
Rory asked.
"Not likely. That rain is coming down pretty hard," Tristan
replied, heading back to the living room to turn on the news.
Rory's cell phone rang as they settled back down on the couch,
watching the coverage of the storm.
"Honey," Lorelai said before Rory even had a chance to say
hello. "Are you still with Tristan?" Lorelai voice was full of worry.
"Yah, Mom. We're at his house right now," Rory answered.
"Good. Have you looked outside? It's raining cats and dogs.
There's no way you'll be able to make it home tonight. I don't even
want Tristan to try driving you. Do you think it would be okay if you
stayed there tonight?"
Rory looked at Tristan. "I'm sure that would be fine. There's
plenty of space. Hey, Mom, did you know this place has like eighteen
bedrooms or something?"
"My God!" Lorelai said, momentarily forgetting her panic.
"Eighteen? Jeez, that's not exactly some small shack is it?"
"That's what I said."
"Ok babe. Can you put Tristan on for a second, I want to talk
to him."
"It's my mom," Rory said, tossing Tristan the phone.
Over the next minute Rory watched Tristan's expression turn
from amusement to shock, to enjoyment, and to pain while on the phone
with Lorelai. Rory could predict everything Lorelai was saying by
watching his face.
Tristan tossed the phone back to Rory.
"One more thing honey, just don't do anything I would do, okay?"
"All right Mom. Oh, where are you by the way?"
"Stuck at the inn, but I'm okay. Night honey."
"Night." Rory hung up the phone and looked at Tristan. "Looks
like you're stuck with me tonight," Rory said.
"Can we play Truth or Dare and have pillow fights in our underwear?"
he asked enthusiastically.
"Pillow fights in our underwear? What kind of sleep overs have
you been to?" Rory asked, laughing.
"Isn't that what girls usually do?" Tristan asked.
Rory laughed. "No! Truth or Dare yes, but I can tell you I have
never, ever been to a party where we had pillow fights in our underwear."
Tristan sighed. "Well you know, there's a first time for everything."
"Maybe not in this case," Rory said. "So what should we do?"
"Well you still have your three wishes you haven't used yet.
Things could get really interesting if you use them."
"Okay. Do you want me to use my first wish?" Rory asked.
"Sure. As long as it doesn't involve me doing something like
play guitar in my underwear or something like that," Tristan said.
"Hey, a minute ago you were all into the idea of being seen
in your underwear," Rory said.
"Correction, I was into the idea of seeing you in your underwear."
Rory rolled her eyes. "Any way, for my first wish, I request
a game of Truth or Dare, but no dares, only truths, and i'm the one who
asks all the questions."
"That's not fair!" Tristan said.
"Is it fair that your girlfriend clawed my arm to pieces?" Rory
asked. Tristan shook his head in defeat and Rory began her inquisition.
"What is your middle name?"
"James. Is that the worst of the questions, because you don't need
to go that easy on me," Tristan said.
"I'm just warming up," Rory answered. "What's the best thing
that ever happened to you?"
"Moving to North Carolina."
"Why?" Rory asked. "I thought you hated it."
"No, I hated military school. I'm just glad to be away from my
parents and their stupid mind games."
Rory nodded and continued. "What's the hardest thing you ever
had to do?"
Tristan paused, knowing the truth would cause a fight, and she
wouldn't believe his lies.
"Walking away the night I left for military school without
kissing you."
Rory's eyes grew silent, but instead of arguing with him, she
looked into his eyes. "The hardest thing I ever did was stop myself
from running after you."
Tristan went into a state of shock with that sentence. He couldn't
figure out what to say or do. Should he kiss her? Tell her how much he
loved her then? Tell her how much he loves her right at this moment?
"But that was a long time ago. I mean, a lot has changed,"
Rory said, answering his mind for him.
"Yah. It has been two years," Tristan said, covering up his
feelings for her yet again.
Thunder crashed loudly outside as the two fell into an awkward
silence.
"You know, I'm really tired. Do you think you can show me where
I can sleep?" Rory asked uncomfortably.
"Sure." Tristan walked her to her room and opened the door for
her. "This is my cousin Lizzie's room. She's about your size. You can
use some of her clothes if you want."
Rory nodded and entered the room.
"Sweet dreams Mary," Tristan said softly, closing the door
behind him.
