yo ho yo ho a pirates life for me! lol. im such a nerd. ne way i just
baked the most disgusting cookies anyone in the world has ever tasted
(it was this orange flavored cookie recipe) yuck! maybe i should quit
the baking and stick to writing. lol.
***
disclaimer: i don't own the show so if u sue me, you'll only get a bunch
of cookies that taste like crap
***
Chapter 18: Forgetting the Toothpaste
***
"Where are you going?" Mr. Dugrey called out when he saw his
son opening the front door that evening.
Tristan cursed under his breath. He was so close to making it
out the door...
"I'm going to go have dinner with my girlfriend," he replied.
"Girlfriend, eh? You never mentioned anything about her to me,"
his father said.
"Yah, well, I have one. Now, I'm going to be late." He turned
to open the door.
"I thought maybe we could go out to dinner, just the two of
us," his father said. "I would like to see the town."
"Dad," Tristan replied, trying very hard to keep his temper,
something he found himself doing quite often around his father.
"You have come to this very house in this very town since you were like
a baby. You know you're way around town. Plus, this is the last night
I have with my girlfriend, and I really, really want to be able to spend
some time with her."
Mr. Dugrey looked at his son. "Don't worry. It's not hard for
you to find women. I'm sure there are plenty of girls dying to date the
one and only Tristan Dugrey back at Chilton. You'll get a new girlfriend
in the blink of an eye."
Tristan couldn't control his anger any longer. "I don't want
another damn girlfriend!" he exploded. "I'm with Rory, and for your
information, I love her with all my heart. But that doesn't matter to
you, does it? You don't know anything about love."
"Don't use that tone of voice with me young man!" he warned.
"See, you can't deny it! You know, I almost think you take
pleasure seeing me get hurt and ripping me away from my girlfriend."
"Tristan that's ridiculous. I'm doing this for your own good.
Plus, its not like you are serious about this girl. How long have you
been 'in love' with her anyway?" Mr. Dugrey asked, making finger quote
motions when he said the words "in love."
"Since the beginning of my sophomore year in high school, father.
And if you really knew what was best for me, you would let me stay here
with the girl I finally got a chance to be with. But you don't know
what's best for me, do you?" Tristan asked bitterly, slamming the door
as he left.
*****
Rory accompanied Tristan to the airport early the next morning
despite Tristan's pleas not to.
Mr. Dugrey watched his son hold the pretty girl in his arms
for a long while before they said goodbye. If Tristan was facing his
father, Mr. Dugrey would have noticed that Tristan was crying as well
as Rory. But maybe it was a good thing he didn't see, Tristan would just
get grief over the issue on the plane ride home.
Tristan was reluctant to board the plane. He didn't want to have
to sit next to his father the whole ride. And yes, maybe the first class
seats were comfortable, but if it meant burying his face in a hot towel
or holding Rory in the freezing cold, he would choose Rory any day.
A flight that would normally last only a couple of hours if that
lasted Tristan and his father six and a half hours. It seemed that the
only way they could fly in first class is if they had a layover in
Michigan. Tristan thought that it was ridiculous that his father couldn't
just sit in coach for a few hours. It would have been better than
spending six and a half hours stuck in a small plane with the person he
had so easily come to despise.
*****
Lorelai let Rory miss school that day, knowing that she was
too upset to make it through the day. Rory just sat in her room and cried.
It seemed ironic that just one month after she had moved to North Carolina,
Tristan was moving back home to Hartford, to see Madeline, Louise, Paris,
and Summer. At one really low point Rory began to worry that Tristan
might run back into Summer's arms.
*****
Tristan reluctantly got out of his car and walked toward the
enormous school that he had not missed for a second since he found Rory
in North Carolina. The place looked even more dismal than when he had
left it almost two years ago.
He walked through the halls, wearing the familiar blue uniform,
trying to make his way through the crowds of people to get to the
headmaster's office. He didn't even notice all the shocked stares he
was receiving as he passed all the people who had missed seeing his
lovely face around school.
When the door to the headmaster's office came within sight, he
was actually about to thank God that no one had spotted him, that is,
until Paris spotted him.
"If it isn't the bank robber himself," Paris said sarcastically
as she nearly bumped into him in the hall.
"I didn't rob a bank," Tristan said coldly, before entering
the office. Paris just stared after him in disbelief. She had only seen
him for a split second but she noticed the usual twinkle in his
striking blue eyes was gone.
The rest of the day old 'friends' kept coming up to him, trying
to talk to him and find out what he had been up to these past years.
Beautiful girls kept coming up to flirt with him, but he just brushed
everyone off. By lunch time, he couldn't handle it anymore, and he was
in his car driving home.
Home wasn't exactly a sanctuary to run to, considering it was
just a big old mansion void of love. He had hardly even noticed it until
he had stepped into Rory's house and noticed how much more pleasant things
were when mother and child had a real relationship. The only relationships
that were going on in this house were the ones his father conducted with
his many mistresses.
Tristan shuddered at the thought.
*****
Rory looked at the calendar. It had been two weeks since she
had last seen Tristan. Two long, lousy weeks. They sent each other emails
every day, and talked on the phones several times, but even though
the conversations were cheery, they were dripping with underlying
sadness and emotion.
Rory flopped down on her bed and looked at the only picture
she had of her and Tristan together. It was taken by some freshman girl
on the yearbook committee, showing Tristan holding Rory in his arms,
kissing Rory on the forehead like he always did. Rory was smiling and
and holding him tight. The girl who took it noticed how miserable Rory
was without Tristan and gave her the picture, telling her that maybe
she needed it more than the yearbook did. Rory immediately went home
and framed it.
Now looking at the picture she felt cold and lonely without
his arms around her. She would give anything to just be held by him
right now.
"Rory! We're out of toothpaste!" Lorelai called from the
bathroom. "Can you run to the store and get some?"
"Sure Mom," Rory called back. She pulled on her coat and grabbed
the car keys.
Rory drove down Main street, thinking about the day he had given
Rory and Lorelai the tour of Edenburg. She smiled slightly at how
polite he was to include Lorelai. God she missed him. All of a sudden
she knew what she had to do.
She passed the grocery store and took a left onto the highway.
***
a/n: oooh! where is she going to go? you know, that purple button down
there will give u the answer if u click! isn't that fun?
baked the most disgusting cookies anyone in the world has ever tasted
(it was this orange flavored cookie recipe) yuck! maybe i should quit
the baking and stick to writing. lol.
***
disclaimer: i don't own the show so if u sue me, you'll only get a bunch
of cookies that taste like crap
***
Chapter 18: Forgetting the Toothpaste
***
"Where are you going?" Mr. Dugrey called out when he saw his
son opening the front door that evening.
Tristan cursed under his breath. He was so close to making it
out the door...
"I'm going to go have dinner with my girlfriend," he replied.
"Girlfriend, eh? You never mentioned anything about her to me,"
his father said.
"Yah, well, I have one. Now, I'm going to be late." He turned
to open the door.
"I thought maybe we could go out to dinner, just the two of
us," his father said. "I would like to see the town."
"Dad," Tristan replied, trying very hard to keep his temper,
something he found himself doing quite often around his father.
"You have come to this very house in this very town since you were like
a baby. You know you're way around town. Plus, this is the last night
I have with my girlfriend, and I really, really want to be able to spend
some time with her."
Mr. Dugrey looked at his son. "Don't worry. It's not hard for
you to find women. I'm sure there are plenty of girls dying to date the
one and only Tristan Dugrey back at Chilton. You'll get a new girlfriend
in the blink of an eye."
Tristan couldn't control his anger any longer. "I don't want
another damn girlfriend!" he exploded. "I'm with Rory, and for your
information, I love her with all my heart. But that doesn't matter to
you, does it? You don't know anything about love."
"Don't use that tone of voice with me young man!" he warned.
"See, you can't deny it! You know, I almost think you take
pleasure seeing me get hurt and ripping me away from my girlfriend."
"Tristan that's ridiculous. I'm doing this for your own good.
Plus, its not like you are serious about this girl. How long have you
been 'in love' with her anyway?" Mr. Dugrey asked, making finger quote
motions when he said the words "in love."
"Since the beginning of my sophomore year in high school, father.
And if you really knew what was best for me, you would let me stay here
with the girl I finally got a chance to be with. But you don't know
what's best for me, do you?" Tristan asked bitterly, slamming the door
as he left.
*****
Rory accompanied Tristan to the airport early the next morning
despite Tristan's pleas not to.
Mr. Dugrey watched his son hold the pretty girl in his arms
for a long while before they said goodbye. If Tristan was facing his
father, Mr. Dugrey would have noticed that Tristan was crying as well
as Rory. But maybe it was a good thing he didn't see, Tristan would just
get grief over the issue on the plane ride home.
Tristan was reluctant to board the plane. He didn't want to have
to sit next to his father the whole ride. And yes, maybe the first class
seats were comfortable, but if it meant burying his face in a hot towel
or holding Rory in the freezing cold, he would choose Rory any day.
A flight that would normally last only a couple of hours if that
lasted Tristan and his father six and a half hours. It seemed that the
only way they could fly in first class is if they had a layover in
Michigan. Tristan thought that it was ridiculous that his father couldn't
just sit in coach for a few hours. It would have been better than
spending six and a half hours stuck in a small plane with the person he
had so easily come to despise.
*****
Lorelai let Rory miss school that day, knowing that she was
too upset to make it through the day. Rory just sat in her room and cried.
It seemed ironic that just one month after she had moved to North Carolina,
Tristan was moving back home to Hartford, to see Madeline, Louise, Paris,
and Summer. At one really low point Rory began to worry that Tristan
might run back into Summer's arms.
*****
Tristan reluctantly got out of his car and walked toward the
enormous school that he had not missed for a second since he found Rory
in North Carolina. The place looked even more dismal than when he had
left it almost two years ago.
He walked through the halls, wearing the familiar blue uniform,
trying to make his way through the crowds of people to get to the
headmaster's office. He didn't even notice all the shocked stares he
was receiving as he passed all the people who had missed seeing his
lovely face around school.
When the door to the headmaster's office came within sight, he
was actually about to thank God that no one had spotted him, that is,
until Paris spotted him.
"If it isn't the bank robber himself," Paris said sarcastically
as she nearly bumped into him in the hall.
"I didn't rob a bank," Tristan said coldly, before entering
the office. Paris just stared after him in disbelief. She had only seen
him for a split second but she noticed the usual twinkle in his
striking blue eyes was gone.
The rest of the day old 'friends' kept coming up to him, trying
to talk to him and find out what he had been up to these past years.
Beautiful girls kept coming up to flirt with him, but he just brushed
everyone off. By lunch time, he couldn't handle it anymore, and he was
in his car driving home.
Home wasn't exactly a sanctuary to run to, considering it was
just a big old mansion void of love. He had hardly even noticed it until
he had stepped into Rory's house and noticed how much more pleasant things
were when mother and child had a real relationship. The only relationships
that were going on in this house were the ones his father conducted with
his many mistresses.
Tristan shuddered at the thought.
*****
Rory looked at the calendar. It had been two weeks since she
had last seen Tristan. Two long, lousy weeks. They sent each other emails
every day, and talked on the phones several times, but even though
the conversations were cheery, they were dripping with underlying
sadness and emotion.
Rory flopped down on her bed and looked at the only picture
she had of her and Tristan together. It was taken by some freshman girl
on the yearbook committee, showing Tristan holding Rory in his arms,
kissing Rory on the forehead like he always did. Rory was smiling and
and holding him tight. The girl who took it noticed how miserable Rory
was without Tristan and gave her the picture, telling her that maybe
she needed it more than the yearbook did. Rory immediately went home
and framed it.
Now looking at the picture she felt cold and lonely without
his arms around her. She would give anything to just be held by him
right now.
"Rory! We're out of toothpaste!" Lorelai called from the
bathroom. "Can you run to the store and get some?"
"Sure Mom," Rory called back. She pulled on her coat and grabbed
the car keys.
Rory drove down Main street, thinking about the day he had given
Rory and Lorelai the tour of Edenburg. She smiled slightly at how
polite he was to include Lorelai. God she missed him. All of a sudden
she knew what she had to do.
She passed the grocery store and took a left onto the highway.
***
a/n: oooh! where is she going to go? you know, that purple button down
there will give u the answer if u click! isn't that fun?
