hey people. thanks for all the great reviews and keep them coming! love

ya lots!

o and chapter 10 is reposted so u can go ahead and check that out. im

crossing my fingers that its working...

this website must be cursed or something cuz i had to repost this chapter

too. im so sorry. im not doing it on purpose! i swear!

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disclaimer: if i owned gilmore girls why would i be writing fan fics?

wouldn't i put all this stuff into action on the show?

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Chapter 12: The Storm Part 2

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Rory lay awake in the unfamiliar room. She hated sleeping in

other people's rooms, especially when she didn't know them. A diner

clock cast a florescent purple light that lit up the whole room, revealing

pictures of this girl and her friends and family. Rory climbed out of

bed to look at them.

There were dozens of framed pictures on a desk near a big bay

window. The pictures were mostly of friends, but there were a few shots

of the girl with Tristan. They looked like they were pretty close,

hugging each other in every picture.

Rory picked up one of the pictures of the two to look closer,

and right when she did the bright purple light turned off. Rory stood

in the middle of the black room, her heart pounding. A flash of lightning

followed closely by thunder sent Rory running out of her room and down

the hall.

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Tristan was laying awake in his room, thinking of Rory. It

seemed to him that every time he got close to her, she pulled away, and

he was sick of it.

He rolled over and looked at his clock, just to see the lights

blink out. The stereo playing softly in the background stopped abruptly.

"Great, the powers out." he thought. Lightning lit up his

room for a fraction of a second, followed immediately by thunder.

"The lightning's close," Tristan thought. "Rory must be scared. Maybe

I should check on her. But then again, she'd probably just be even more

mad at me if I did that."

Once again Tristan rolled over, this time he was facing his

open door. Lightning once again lit up the room, and he saw the figure

of a young girl in his doorway. "Now you're imagining people, Tristan,"

he thought. "Snap out of it!"

"Tristan," a voice called shakily from the doorway, causing

him to bolt upright in bed.

"Mary?" he asked.

"It's thundering."

"I know."

"Well, I don't like storms much and, well," she stumbled.

Tristan studied her face. Well, her eyes really because

that was all he could see. Her ocean blue eyes glistening from the dim

light shining through the open blinds.

"Would you like to get in?" Tristan asked, referring to his

bed.

Rory considered this for a moment, not sure what to do. But

another clap of thunder sent her running to the big bed. She jumped

under the blankets, and Tristan covered her up protectively, not making

a single crude remark.

"Thank you Tris," she said, snuggling against his bare chest.

He responded by kissing her forehead softly and taking her small

hand in his, which she squeezed every time thunder crashed outside.

a/n: sorry for the short chapter! more later, i promise. oh, and i just

saw the movie pirates of the caribbean, if you havn't seen it, i

recommend u forget about my story for a couple hours and get your booty

to the nearest theater to check it out! its that good!