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chapter 15:Pretty Picture
***
Rory was pushing him to the bed, and the only thought that was
running through Tristan's mind was that as much as he wanted this, it
was wrong.
"Rory, stop," he managed to mumble. Rory didn't stop. "MARY!"
he yelled, hoping she'd respond to the nickname. It worked.
"What?" she asked.
"We can't do this."
"Why? Don't you want to?" she asked.
"Yah, but, well, not like this. You know? Come on Mary, things
should be different between us. You were just saying how you don't want
to be treated like all the other girls, and so far, that's how you're
being treated." Rory looked at him and sighed. He smiled inwardly, he
knew that saying that would work. He just didn't want her to regret
anything about her first time, especially since they had just stopped
screaming at each other not two minutes ago.
"Fine, fine. You're right," she said, sitting up on the bed.
"Now what should we do?"
Tristan looked at her in the dim light cast through the window.
She looked so beautiful. But hey, at least he was being a gentleman.
"You know, I really liked that Pretty Princess game," he said.
Rory laughed. "I told you it was addictive," she said. "Wanna
go play another round?"
Tristan nodded with a smile on his face.
Rory stood up. "I'll race ya," she said, already bolting down
the hallway. Tristan caught up to her before she even reached the stairs.
He scooped her up in his arms and slid down the banister with her on
his lap.
*****
If anyone had looked in the windows that night they would have
seen a very pretty picture.
Tristan held Rory in his arms for hours as they talked and
roasted marshmallows in the big fireplace. He told her all about his
military school experience, and she filled him in on life at Chilton,
her breakup with Dean (and needless to say, Tristan loved that story)
and her little sister Gigi.
When they were tired and ready for bed, they curled up together
on the sofa, content to be in each other's arms.
*****
Rory woke the next morning to hear her cell phone ringing. She
was reluctant to get off the couch, out of Tristan's arms. She could
honestly say that was her best night's sleep she had ever had, feeling
his strong arms around her protectively.
"Hello?" she asked groggily.
"Rory, hon? Are you okay?"
"Hi Mom," she replied.
"You sound tired? What's wrong?"
"Tristan doesn't keep coffee in his house," Rory replied,
perking up a bit at the sound of her Mom's voice.
Lorelai gasped. "No coffee? What is wrong with that boy? How
have you survived? It's been like two and a half days! What bad habits
did his mother teach him?"
"He's got an old carton of coffee ice cream that I've been living
off of. But as soon as the storm is over, I'm giving him a coffee pot
and a big bag of coffee for emergency supplies."
"Sounds like a plan. The rain has eased up, so I'm going to
come by and pick you up in a few minutes okay?" Lorelai said.
"Sure Mom." Rory hung up the phone and turned to Tristan, who
was sitting up on the couch, rubbing his eyes sleepily.
"My Mom's coming to pick me up," she told him.
"How come?" he asked.
"Because I'm her daughter," she replied. "Plus, I don't think
she wants me stuck in a house with big bad scary boys like you for longer
than necessary."
"I'm big bad and scary? Mary, I'm wounded," he said, grabbing
his heart dramatically.
Rory just laughed. "You know, its too bad you didn't have the
chance to be Romeo in the school play. You would have done a much better
job than Paris."
"Well, what can I say? I'm a natural. Plus, the kiss would
have been a whole lot better."
Rory nodded. "Yah, that probably goes down as the number one
living nightmare moment of all time."
Tristan laughed. He got off the couch and pulled Rory into his
arms. "I don't want you to go," he said, inhaling her sweet fragrance.
"School should be open by tomorrow or maybe the next day," Rory
offered.
"That's too long to wait," he whispered in her ear.
Chills ran up and down Rory's spine from the feel of his warm
breath on her ear. "I know what you mean," she said.
They heard a car honk in the driveway. "That's Mom. I'll see
you at school. Thanks for letting me stay," Rory said, grabbing
her backpack and jacket.
Tristan kissed her hungrily. "My mom's waiting," she mumbled,
breaking away from his kiss. "I'll call you tonight, okay?"
"Okay. I love you Mare," he called as she walked out the hall.
"I love you too," she called back.
As soon as the door closed Tristan felt lonely in the big house.
Rory's presence had really filled the whole house with love, and made
it bearable. Now it was once again the dreary mansion occupied by one
solitary person.
*****
"Hey Mom!" Rory said, running to the car so she wouldn't get
drenched. It was still pouring, but it was safe enough to drive.
"Rory! God I've missed you!" Lorelai said, giving her a big
hug and a kiss. "How have you been?"
"I'm good except for the lack of caffeine in my veins," Rory
replied.
"We'll make some as soon as we get home," Lorelai promised.
"So what did you and Tristan do alone in that big house for two days?"
"Nothing really."
"Nothing, eh? You just sat around and stared at your toes for
two days," Lorelai said, not believing her daughter for a second.
"Basically, but when our next began to hurt we turned to stare
at the wall."
"So what really happened?"
"Nothing. We just hung out, had a good time," Rory answered. She
wasn't sure why she was hiding the truth from her mom. She just couldn't
get herself to tell.
"Okay. Hmm. And by nothing I'm guessing there was a lot of
talking, a lot of fighting, and a whole hell of a lot of kissing. Am I
right?"
Rory looked at her Mom incredulously. "Did you have hidden
cameras installed in there or something?" she asked.
"Ah ha! I was right. Oh I am so good!" Lorelai cried.
"Just tell me this, Mom. How did you know?"
"That's an easy one," Lorelai said. "There's a beautiful girl
alone in a house with a beautiful boy for like two and a half days, with
no way out an less you want to drown. Then you throw in your rocky past
with all the kissing and the fighting and the underlying issues and figure
all the stuff from the past would resurface in those two days. Now, I
figured that you two would kiss, and then you would fight, because, well,
that's all you two ever do. I'm so good."
"I wouldn't have drowned," Rory said defensively. "The water
is only like a foot deep."
"Yes my child, but do you remember your swimming lessons
when you were seven?"
"Okay, in my defense, those floaties were really heavy, they
were pulling me down!"
Lorelai laughed, glad to have her daughter back again.
***
a/n. sorry about this chapter. it should technically be 2, but i figured
that they'd both be incredibly short. so i made a long one. and im
sorry that these only get posted at night or whatever, because i swear,
i posted chapter 14 at noon, and its like almost 4 o'clock now and
14 still hasn't shown up yet. sorry!
***
chapter 15:Pretty Picture
***
Rory was pushing him to the bed, and the only thought that was
running through Tristan's mind was that as much as he wanted this, it
was wrong.
"Rory, stop," he managed to mumble. Rory didn't stop. "MARY!"
he yelled, hoping she'd respond to the nickname. It worked.
"What?" she asked.
"We can't do this."
"Why? Don't you want to?" she asked.
"Yah, but, well, not like this. You know? Come on Mary, things
should be different between us. You were just saying how you don't want
to be treated like all the other girls, and so far, that's how you're
being treated." Rory looked at him and sighed. He smiled inwardly, he
knew that saying that would work. He just didn't want her to regret
anything about her first time, especially since they had just stopped
screaming at each other not two minutes ago.
"Fine, fine. You're right," she said, sitting up on the bed.
"Now what should we do?"
Tristan looked at her in the dim light cast through the window.
She looked so beautiful. But hey, at least he was being a gentleman.
"You know, I really liked that Pretty Princess game," he said.
Rory laughed. "I told you it was addictive," she said. "Wanna
go play another round?"
Tristan nodded with a smile on his face.
Rory stood up. "I'll race ya," she said, already bolting down
the hallway. Tristan caught up to her before she even reached the stairs.
He scooped her up in his arms and slid down the banister with her on
his lap.
*****
If anyone had looked in the windows that night they would have
seen a very pretty picture.
Tristan held Rory in his arms for hours as they talked and
roasted marshmallows in the big fireplace. He told her all about his
military school experience, and she filled him in on life at Chilton,
her breakup with Dean (and needless to say, Tristan loved that story)
and her little sister Gigi.
When they were tired and ready for bed, they curled up together
on the sofa, content to be in each other's arms.
*****
Rory woke the next morning to hear her cell phone ringing. She
was reluctant to get off the couch, out of Tristan's arms. She could
honestly say that was her best night's sleep she had ever had, feeling
his strong arms around her protectively.
"Hello?" she asked groggily.
"Rory, hon? Are you okay?"
"Hi Mom," she replied.
"You sound tired? What's wrong?"
"Tristan doesn't keep coffee in his house," Rory replied,
perking up a bit at the sound of her Mom's voice.
Lorelai gasped. "No coffee? What is wrong with that boy? How
have you survived? It's been like two and a half days! What bad habits
did his mother teach him?"
"He's got an old carton of coffee ice cream that I've been living
off of. But as soon as the storm is over, I'm giving him a coffee pot
and a big bag of coffee for emergency supplies."
"Sounds like a plan. The rain has eased up, so I'm going to
come by and pick you up in a few minutes okay?" Lorelai said.
"Sure Mom." Rory hung up the phone and turned to Tristan, who
was sitting up on the couch, rubbing his eyes sleepily.
"My Mom's coming to pick me up," she told him.
"How come?" he asked.
"Because I'm her daughter," she replied. "Plus, I don't think
she wants me stuck in a house with big bad scary boys like you for longer
than necessary."
"I'm big bad and scary? Mary, I'm wounded," he said, grabbing
his heart dramatically.
Rory just laughed. "You know, its too bad you didn't have the
chance to be Romeo in the school play. You would have done a much better
job than Paris."
"Well, what can I say? I'm a natural. Plus, the kiss would
have been a whole lot better."
Rory nodded. "Yah, that probably goes down as the number one
living nightmare moment of all time."
Tristan laughed. He got off the couch and pulled Rory into his
arms. "I don't want you to go," he said, inhaling her sweet fragrance.
"School should be open by tomorrow or maybe the next day," Rory
offered.
"That's too long to wait," he whispered in her ear.
Chills ran up and down Rory's spine from the feel of his warm
breath on her ear. "I know what you mean," she said.
They heard a car honk in the driveway. "That's Mom. I'll see
you at school. Thanks for letting me stay," Rory said, grabbing
her backpack and jacket.
Tristan kissed her hungrily. "My mom's waiting," she mumbled,
breaking away from his kiss. "I'll call you tonight, okay?"
"Okay. I love you Mare," he called as she walked out the hall.
"I love you too," she called back.
As soon as the door closed Tristan felt lonely in the big house.
Rory's presence had really filled the whole house with love, and made
it bearable. Now it was once again the dreary mansion occupied by one
solitary person.
*****
"Hey Mom!" Rory said, running to the car so she wouldn't get
drenched. It was still pouring, but it was safe enough to drive.
"Rory! God I've missed you!" Lorelai said, giving her a big
hug and a kiss. "How have you been?"
"I'm good except for the lack of caffeine in my veins," Rory
replied.
"We'll make some as soon as we get home," Lorelai promised.
"So what did you and Tristan do alone in that big house for two days?"
"Nothing really."
"Nothing, eh? You just sat around and stared at your toes for
two days," Lorelai said, not believing her daughter for a second.
"Basically, but when our next began to hurt we turned to stare
at the wall."
"So what really happened?"
"Nothing. We just hung out, had a good time," Rory answered. She
wasn't sure why she was hiding the truth from her mom. She just couldn't
get herself to tell.
"Okay. Hmm. And by nothing I'm guessing there was a lot of
talking, a lot of fighting, and a whole hell of a lot of kissing. Am I
right?"
Rory looked at her Mom incredulously. "Did you have hidden
cameras installed in there or something?" she asked.
"Ah ha! I was right. Oh I am so good!" Lorelai cried.
"Just tell me this, Mom. How did you know?"
"That's an easy one," Lorelai said. "There's a beautiful girl
alone in a house with a beautiful boy for like two and a half days, with
no way out an less you want to drown. Then you throw in your rocky past
with all the kissing and the fighting and the underlying issues and figure
all the stuff from the past would resurface in those two days. Now, I
figured that you two would kiss, and then you would fight, because, well,
that's all you two ever do. I'm so good."
"I wouldn't have drowned," Rory said defensively. "The water
is only like a foot deep."
"Yes my child, but do you remember your swimming lessons
when you were seven?"
"Okay, in my defense, those floaties were really heavy, they
were pulling me down!"
Lorelai laughed, glad to have her daughter back again.
***
a/n. sorry about this chapter. it should technically be 2, but i figured
that they'd both be incredibly short. so i made a long one. and im
sorry that these only get posted at night or whatever, because i swear,
i posted chapter 14 at noon, and its like almost 4 o'clock now and
14 still hasn't shown up yet. sorry!
