hey everybody! this is the chapter everyone has been waiting for!
trory action with a happy ending! woo hoo! i should shut up and just
let u read the chapter. oh, and im functioning off of like 2 hours of
sleep so bare with me!
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disclaimer: the show still isn't mine
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chapter 14: The Storm Part 4
***
Rory was upset. No, she was way passed upset. She was just
plain old pissed off at Tristan. I mean, in every argument he accused
her of running away. And so, maybe it was true, but why couldn't he get
new material?
The thing she was struggling over the most was why had she kissed
him? Because even Rory, who was the queen of denial, couldn't overlook
the fact that she was the one that had started this whole scenario.
She crossed the room to look out the window. There was at least
a foot of water gathering in the street and it was still raining hard.
She was going to be stuck there for a while.
Laying down on the bed, she burst into a round of tears. Her
anger switched from being angry at Tristan to being angry at herself.
She had wanted to kiss him so bad, yet she ran away from the kiss after
it had happened. She realized it was time to figure out what was going
on, and as long as she was stuck in this house, she had plenty of time.
*****
Tristan sat in his room listening to music. He had gone through
almost all of his favorite CD's to help him get his mind off Rory. But
somehow he always managed to relate every song to their twisted relationship.
He didn't know how long he had been up in his room, but he had
gone through five fairly long CD's, so it must have been quite a while.
His CD ended, and Tristan took his headphones off his ears, which were
unaccustomed to the silence.
Crossing the room to his CD collection, he began sifting through
a stack of CDs, looking for something to listen to. But he stopped when
he heard muffled sobs coming from outside his door.
He quickly crossed the room and opened the door. His heart
broke at what he saw in front of him.
Rory was sitting in the hallway, leaning against the wall
opposite his door. She was scrunched up into a ball, head in her hands
and crying so hard she was shaking.
He walked over to her and helped her up off the floor, all the
anger he had felt just moments before was gone.
"I figured our why I run," she said, her tear stained face
looking up at him.
"Mary, it doesn't matter," Tristan started.
But Rory was eager to continue. "I'm scared that if I let myself
fall for you, the only thing that will come out of it is me getting hurt."
Tristan looked at her in shock. "I would never hurt you Rory,"
he said, trying to show her how sincere he was being by using her name.
"How can you say that," she asked, "when you're the one that
left me in the hallway and went off to military school?"
"You think I had a choice?" he asked. "If I had a choice I would
have stayed at Chilton to be near you."
"It still hurt none the less," she said, looking down at her feet.
"I wouldn't make that same mistake again, Rory, I promise you.
The year I was in military school, did you ever think that maybe that
was hell for me to? That I couldn't get you off of my mind the whole
entire time? And what about when I started school here at Ursalyn. Don't
you think that every time I see a girl with blue eyes I think of you?
God Rory, all I've wanted in the past three years that I've known you
was for you to be my girlfriend."
"But how do I know you wouldn't treat me like all your other
girlfriends? I don't want to be your new Shayna or your new Summer! I
don't want to be treated like scum."
Tristan sighed at that comment. That was a low blow. But he knew
it was the truth. "I wouldn't treat you like them, Rory. You're not like
them. There's something different about you. Your special, and beautiful
in a way that none of those girls are. That's what I love about you, Rory,
you're pretty on the inside as well as the outside."
Rory's tear-filled eyes opened wide. "You love me?" she stumbled.
Tristan couldn't believe he had let that slip. But he figured
there was no going back now. "Yah, of course I love you."
Rory looked at him, a small smile creeping across her face. She
moved into his arms for an embrace.
Tristan kissed the top of her head as he pulled her close.
"So you won't hurt me?" she asked, head buried into his chest.
"Never."
"Promise?"
"I promise." Rory accepted his answer, and Tristan gave her a
kiss on her lips. Rory responded with the fire he had felt when they
were kissing earlier. When Tristan responded with equal intensity, Rory
pushed him into his bedroom and slammed the door behind them.
***
a/n: what's going to happen behind the closed doors of tristan's bedroom?
you know, i have a final on thursday in summer school and i really have
to study. maybe i won't update till friday...
j/k. im not that mean. but i will be if you dont click that pretty little
purple button down there. hee hee hee!
trory action with a happy ending! woo hoo! i should shut up and just
let u read the chapter. oh, and im functioning off of like 2 hours of
sleep so bare with me!
***
disclaimer: the show still isn't mine
***
chapter 14: The Storm Part 4
***
Rory was upset. No, she was way passed upset. She was just
plain old pissed off at Tristan. I mean, in every argument he accused
her of running away. And so, maybe it was true, but why couldn't he get
new material?
The thing she was struggling over the most was why had she kissed
him? Because even Rory, who was the queen of denial, couldn't overlook
the fact that she was the one that had started this whole scenario.
She crossed the room to look out the window. There was at least
a foot of water gathering in the street and it was still raining hard.
She was going to be stuck there for a while.
Laying down on the bed, she burst into a round of tears. Her
anger switched from being angry at Tristan to being angry at herself.
She had wanted to kiss him so bad, yet she ran away from the kiss after
it had happened. She realized it was time to figure out what was going
on, and as long as she was stuck in this house, she had plenty of time.
*****
Tristan sat in his room listening to music. He had gone through
almost all of his favorite CD's to help him get his mind off Rory. But
somehow he always managed to relate every song to their twisted relationship.
He didn't know how long he had been up in his room, but he had
gone through five fairly long CD's, so it must have been quite a while.
His CD ended, and Tristan took his headphones off his ears, which were
unaccustomed to the silence.
Crossing the room to his CD collection, he began sifting through
a stack of CDs, looking for something to listen to. But he stopped when
he heard muffled sobs coming from outside his door.
He quickly crossed the room and opened the door. His heart
broke at what he saw in front of him.
Rory was sitting in the hallway, leaning against the wall
opposite his door. She was scrunched up into a ball, head in her hands
and crying so hard she was shaking.
He walked over to her and helped her up off the floor, all the
anger he had felt just moments before was gone.
"I figured our why I run," she said, her tear stained face
looking up at him.
"Mary, it doesn't matter," Tristan started.
But Rory was eager to continue. "I'm scared that if I let myself
fall for you, the only thing that will come out of it is me getting hurt."
Tristan looked at her in shock. "I would never hurt you Rory,"
he said, trying to show her how sincere he was being by using her name.
"How can you say that," she asked, "when you're the one that
left me in the hallway and went off to military school?"
"You think I had a choice?" he asked. "If I had a choice I would
have stayed at Chilton to be near you."
"It still hurt none the less," she said, looking down at her feet.
"I wouldn't make that same mistake again, Rory, I promise you.
The year I was in military school, did you ever think that maybe that
was hell for me to? That I couldn't get you off of my mind the whole
entire time? And what about when I started school here at Ursalyn. Don't
you think that every time I see a girl with blue eyes I think of you?
God Rory, all I've wanted in the past three years that I've known you
was for you to be my girlfriend."
"But how do I know you wouldn't treat me like all your other
girlfriends? I don't want to be your new Shayna or your new Summer! I
don't want to be treated like scum."
Tristan sighed at that comment. That was a low blow. But he knew
it was the truth. "I wouldn't treat you like them, Rory. You're not like
them. There's something different about you. Your special, and beautiful
in a way that none of those girls are. That's what I love about you, Rory,
you're pretty on the inside as well as the outside."
Rory's tear-filled eyes opened wide. "You love me?" she stumbled.
Tristan couldn't believe he had let that slip. But he figured
there was no going back now. "Yah, of course I love you."
Rory looked at him, a small smile creeping across her face. She
moved into his arms for an embrace.
Tristan kissed the top of her head as he pulled her close.
"So you won't hurt me?" she asked, head buried into his chest.
"Never."
"Promise?"
"I promise." Rory accepted his answer, and Tristan gave her a
kiss on her lips. Rory responded with the fire he had felt when they
were kissing earlier. When Tristan responded with equal intensity, Rory
pushed him into his bedroom and slammed the door behind them.
***
a/n: what's going to happen behind the closed doors of tristan's bedroom?
you know, i have a final on thursday in summer school and i really have
to study. maybe i won't update till friday...
j/k. im not that mean. but i will be if you dont click that pretty little
purple button down there. hee hee hee!
