*Disclaimer: I don't own the series Gilmore Girls or the characters. All I
own is my imagination and the plot.
*A/N: Hey! 'Ace of Hearts' will probably be up tomorrow. I'll work on it tonight and then typ it tomorrow. I hope anyway. Cause I really wanna finish this story too, but I guess I can work on two stories at the same time.......right ? We'll wait and see, but I'm definitely going to try. Anyway I know this chapter is kind of short, but I thought it should stand on it's own.
*~*~*:-)*~*~*Bye, smile :-)
Rory opened her eyes, greeted by one of the blotches of light, that were scattered all over the room, caused by the rays of sun, that were broken by the bars in front of the window. Rory shifted a little, so the patch of sunlight was now on her shoulder instead of in her eyes. She lay there for a while, listening to the sounds of the late morning. In the distance she could hear the ocean and when she closed her eyes she could see the waves tickling the shore. She inhaled the smell of the salty air and listened to leaves of the palm-trees as they shook in the wind. She opened her eyes and smiled. She had always wanted to wake up in an exotic place like this. Rory got up and went to the kitchen, expecting to find the others. But to her surprise the kitchen was empty, just as the living room. She checked her watch, wondering if everyone was still sleeping, but shook her head. They were probably at the beach already and who would blame them.
Rory yawned and went back to her room. She grabbed her towel and her clothes and went into the bathroom. At least she could take a shower without worrying about someone walking in on her. Moments later she was standing in the glass shower cabin, water running down her body. Her towel was neatly hung over the top of the sliding door of the shower cabin. Her mind was critically scanning through what happened yesterday. The word SOON that had been written in the sand and the fact that she couldn't open her door. Maybe it was just paranoia. After all there were logical explanations for both situations. Like she could have written SOON in the sand herself, subconsciously of course, but it was a possibility. And the mystery of the door that wouldn't open, could be solved even more effortless. She had pushed the handle down, when she should have pushed the handle up or like Lane said, she had been too panicked too open the door. Fear had the tendency to do that to you. She was so caught up in her thoughts, that she didn't hear the bathroom door open.
Dean immediately wanted to leave when he saw that someone was in the shower, but stopped when he recognized the Caucasian skin of his girlfriend. He turned his head and looked at her, letting his gaze glide up her legs. Fortunately for Rory the towel, that hung from the door, hid the rest from Dean's amazed eyes. He had never seen her reveal so much of herself before. Sure she wore a bikini, but that was different. Just knowing that she wasn't wearing any clothes, affected him in a way only Rory could. His heart started to beat faster and his blood was boiling, making him feel hot. She swallowed. He knew she should probably leave and close the door silently behind him, but he couldn't. He was willingly frozen to the spot, astounded by her natural beauty.
Suddenly Rory snapped out of her thoughts as if she had just heard glass shatter. She could feel a presence in the room. It was the same feeling she got when someone was watching her out of the corner of their eyes. It gave her cold shivers that ran down her entire body, the hot water not able to get rid of them. Rory listened, ready to scream as soon as she heard something out of the ordinary. When she didn't, she shook her head and went back to her shower. Talk about being paranoid. But she found that she couldn't shake the feeling of being watched off. Finally she turned off the shower and made up her mind to go to the beach as soon as she was dressed. She reached for her towel and wrapped it around herself. Just as she reached to open the sliding door, she turned her head and looked straight into a pair of familiar eyes. Even though she knew who it was, she screamed.
Dean seemed to awake from the trance he had been in and took a step when he heard Rory scream. He could see the uneasiness in her eyes and the unsettledness in her constant movement. She kept pulling her towel, trying to cover more of her and her eyes would keep looking at the tiles on the floor of the shower cabin, occasionally meeting his eyes.
R: ''Dean..............how long have you been standing there ?''
Dean briefly locked eyes with her again and decided not to answer her question honestly when he saw how uncomfortable he was. Telling her that he had been standing here for a while, would only make things worse.
D: ''Not long..................I'm sorry. I thought.............''
Before he could finish his sentence, the door opened a little more and they could hear Tristan's voice on the other side.
T: ''Everything okay ? I heard screaming and...........''
As soon as Tristan entered the bathroom and saw Dean, he stopped mid- sentence.
T: ''Bag boy.............''
He was going to make one of his famous remarks, just to see how mad Dean would get, but stopped when he saw that Dean barely even acknowledged his presence. He followed Dean's gaze to the shower cabin and smirked when he saw Rory standing there, with nothing but a towel to keep him from seeing her in all her beautiful glory. He had to admit that the girl had gorgeous legs. Of course he had noticed that when she was wearing a bikini, but seeing her like this made him notice even more. And the thoughts that were occupying his mind right now, were definitely not suited for children. And he was almost sure that Rory wouldn't like them either.
T: ''Feeling a little vulnerable Mary ?''
Dean shot him an angry look, but didn't say anything. He was too busy keeping his eyes on Rory. Tristan saw and raised his eyebrows.
T: ''You have never seen a girl naked before, have you ?''
Rory pulled her towel tighter around herself and blushed at Tristan's comment. he was right, she was standing here naked. Luckily for her she had brought a large towel. She quickly glanced at Dean. Why wasn't he telling Tristan to leave ? She shifted her gaze over to Tristan, feeling his eyes lingering on every part of her skin. The faint pink on her cheeks turned into a colorful red and she quickly lowered her eyes again, feeling even more awkward and ashamed.
R: ''Can you two please leave ?''
D: ''Of course, sorry.''
He made an attempt to leave the room, but stopped when he noticed, that Tristan was still looking at Rory with a certain passion, he would gladly wipe off of his smug face.
D: ''We need to talk.''
T: ''Can we do that here ? Cause I really like the scenery.''
He winked at Rory. Dean clenched one of his hands and grabbed Tristan with the other.
T: ''Since when does talking include physical contact ? Or maybe they only teach that at Chilton ?''
Dean ignored his comment and pushed him into the hall, closing the door behind them.
T: ''Did they teach sex education at your school ? Cause by the way you were looking at Rory..............''
D: ''She's my girlfriend.''
T: ''Really ? Then why did she seem so uncomfortable around you ? Cause people watching her when she was naked comes to mind.''
D: ''You were there too.''
T: ''That's why I said people instead of you.''
D: ''Don't be so smart with me.''
T: ''Fine, sorry.''
D: ''Why were you in there anyway ?''
T: ''I heard her scream and now I know why........the ocean air doesn't do a thing for you.''
D: ''Whatever. I'm going back to the beach. I swear if you go in there...........''
T: ''You'll what ? Dazzle me with your intelligence ?''
D: ''I'm warning you.''
Dean took a step towards Tristan, intimidating him with his height. Tristan wasn't that unfamiliar with guys like Dean, so he knew that he could handle him. But this time, he decided to play by Dean's rules, for Rory.
T: ''Fine. I promise I won't go in there.''
Dean shot him one last look before he left for the beach. Tristan waved at him and looked at the closed door of the bathroom. He was a man of his word............
*~*~*
After Tristan and Dean left, Rory immediately got dressed in a pair of tan shorts and a navy tank top and waited for things to be quiet in the hallway. When she didn't hear the two guys anymore, she opened the door and stepped out of the bathroom. She almost ran into Tristan, who was leaning against the wall across from her. Rory wrapped her arms around herself. She knew she was acting like a little girl, but Tristan's smirk embarrassed her.
T: ''Hey Mary, nice legs.''
Suddenly tears started to run down Rory's cheeks. She didn't care if she was acting like a little girl, she didn't like people seeing her like that. It always felt as if they were depriving her of her privacy or something. She knew that it sounded stupid, but at some points she was still a little girl.
Tristan expression immediately changed when he saw that Rory had start to cry. It was like the expression 'turn that frown upside down', only he did the opposite of that. The teasing smirk was wiped off his face and the amusement disappeared from his eyes. For once he looked like a DuGrey, serious.
T: ''What's wrong ?''
Rory didn't say anything and quickly wiped her useless tears away, knowing that Tristan had already seen them.
T: ''If it's because of what I said, I'm sorry. Sometimes I can be a little...........''
R: ''Crude.''
T: ''Well, I was thinking more of inelegant.''
A smile appeared on Rory's face. When she first met Tristan, his suggestive comments and superior smirks bothered her. She thought that he was just another rich, popular snob who thought girls were put on this world just to please him. But he had proved her wrong, though it were only a few occasions, he had. He had called them his 'weak moments'. Rory just smiled. Ever since those few occurrences, she knew that Tristan wasn't the guy everyone believed him to be. She even got used to his comments and constant flirtations.
T: ''So, tell me the truth. Did I make you cry ?''
Rory shook her head.
R: ''It wasn't you. It was the situation.''
T: ''The situation ?''
Tristan raised one eyebrow and the beginning of a smirk could be seen on his face.
R: ''I'm just not comfortable with people seeing me.............''
T: ''Naked ?''
R: ''Unconcealed.''
Tristan nodded and shoved his hands in his pockets, waiting for Rory to continue.
R: ''I guess I was a little ashamed. I mean I don't like people looking at me, especially when I'm.............naked.''
T: ''You have nothing to be ashamed off Mary, trust me.''
Rory softly laughed, to Tristan's fortune.
R: ''I'm sorry for crying.''
Tristan took step towards her, their bodies gently grazing each other.
T: ''I have seen girls cry before Rory................''
Rory could hear the soft tone in his voice and smiled shyly at him. There was a sweet side to him after all. All you had to do was look hard enough.
T: ''Of course, most of them cried over me.''
Rory's smile got bigger and more genuine, for once glad that he could find something amusing in every situation. He pulled one hand out of his pocket and reached for her faces. He softly wiped the remains of her tears away with his thumb.
T: ''Dean's probably waiting for you.''
Rory nodded and locked his with him, two shades of blue entangling. Tristan lowered his hand and took a step back. Rory turned around and headed for the door. Right before she went outside, she faced Tristan again.
R: ''Aren't you coming ?''
T: ''And give Dean the chance to beat me up ? I think I'll pass. Say hi for me though.''
Rory shook her head as Tristan winked at her.
R: ''Thanks Tristan.''
T: ''Anything for you Mary.''
*R*E*V*I*E*W*! Please ? :-) (I'll try to have the first chapter of 'Ace of Hearts' up tomorrow.) Thanks 4 the reviews! They're a big inspiration! :-) And the horror will be a big part of the last chapters, so be patient. Thanks. :-)
*A/N: Hey! 'Ace of Hearts' will probably be up tomorrow. I'll work on it tonight and then typ it tomorrow. I hope anyway. Cause I really wanna finish this story too, but I guess I can work on two stories at the same time.......right ? We'll wait and see, but I'm definitely going to try. Anyway I know this chapter is kind of short, but I thought it should stand on it's own.
*~*~*:-)*~*~*Bye, smile :-)
Rory opened her eyes, greeted by one of the blotches of light, that were scattered all over the room, caused by the rays of sun, that were broken by the bars in front of the window. Rory shifted a little, so the patch of sunlight was now on her shoulder instead of in her eyes. She lay there for a while, listening to the sounds of the late morning. In the distance she could hear the ocean and when she closed her eyes she could see the waves tickling the shore. She inhaled the smell of the salty air and listened to leaves of the palm-trees as they shook in the wind. She opened her eyes and smiled. She had always wanted to wake up in an exotic place like this. Rory got up and went to the kitchen, expecting to find the others. But to her surprise the kitchen was empty, just as the living room. She checked her watch, wondering if everyone was still sleeping, but shook her head. They were probably at the beach already and who would blame them.
Rory yawned and went back to her room. She grabbed her towel and her clothes and went into the bathroom. At least she could take a shower without worrying about someone walking in on her. Moments later she was standing in the glass shower cabin, water running down her body. Her towel was neatly hung over the top of the sliding door of the shower cabin. Her mind was critically scanning through what happened yesterday. The word SOON that had been written in the sand and the fact that she couldn't open her door. Maybe it was just paranoia. After all there were logical explanations for both situations. Like she could have written SOON in the sand herself, subconsciously of course, but it was a possibility. And the mystery of the door that wouldn't open, could be solved even more effortless. She had pushed the handle down, when she should have pushed the handle up or like Lane said, she had been too panicked too open the door. Fear had the tendency to do that to you. She was so caught up in her thoughts, that she didn't hear the bathroom door open.
Dean immediately wanted to leave when he saw that someone was in the shower, but stopped when he recognized the Caucasian skin of his girlfriend. He turned his head and looked at her, letting his gaze glide up her legs. Fortunately for Rory the towel, that hung from the door, hid the rest from Dean's amazed eyes. He had never seen her reveal so much of herself before. Sure she wore a bikini, but that was different. Just knowing that she wasn't wearing any clothes, affected him in a way only Rory could. His heart started to beat faster and his blood was boiling, making him feel hot. She swallowed. He knew she should probably leave and close the door silently behind him, but he couldn't. He was willingly frozen to the spot, astounded by her natural beauty.
Suddenly Rory snapped out of her thoughts as if she had just heard glass shatter. She could feel a presence in the room. It was the same feeling she got when someone was watching her out of the corner of their eyes. It gave her cold shivers that ran down her entire body, the hot water not able to get rid of them. Rory listened, ready to scream as soon as she heard something out of the ordinary. When she didn't, she shook her head and went back to her shower. Talk about being paranoid. But she found that she couldn't shake the feeling of being watched off. Finally she turned off the shower and made up her mind to go to the beach as soon as she was dressed. She reached for her towel and wrapped it around herself. Just as she reached to open the sliding door, she turned her head and looked straight into a pair of familiar eyes. Even though she knew who it was, she screamed.
Dean seemed to awake from the trance he had been in and took a step when he heard Rory scream. He could see the uneasiness in her eyes and the unsettledness in her constant movement. She kept pulling her towel, trying to cover more of her and her eyes would keep looking at the tiles on the floor of the shower cabin, occasionally meeting his eyes.
R: ''Dean..............how long have you been standing there ?''
Dean briefly locked eyes with her again and decided not to answer her question honestly when he saw how uncomfortable he was. Telling her that he had been standing here for a while, would only make things worse.
D: ''Not long..................I'm sorry. I thought.............''
Before he could finish his sentence, the door opened a little more and they could hear Tristan's voice on the other side.
T: ''Everything okay ? I heard screaming and...........''
As soon as Tristan entered the bathroom and saw Dean, he stopped mid- sentence.
T: ''Bag boy.............''
He was going to make one of his famous remarks, just to see how mad Dean would get, but stopped when he saw that Dean barely even acknowledged his presence. He followed Dean's gaze to the shower cabin and smirked when he saw Rory standing there, with nothing but a towel to keep him from seeing her in all her beautiful glory. He had to admit that the girl had gorgeous legs. Of course he had noticed that when she was wearing a bikini, but seeing her like this made him notice even more. And the thoughts that were occupying his mind right now, were definitely not suited for children. And he was almost sure that Rory wouldn't like them either.
T: ''Feeling a little vulnerable Mary ?''
Dean shot him an angry look, but didn't say anything. He was too busy keeping his eyes on Rory. Tristan saw and raised his eyebrows.
T: ''You have never seen a girl naked before, have you ?''
Rory pulled her towel tighter around herself and blushed at Tristan's comment. he was right, she was standing here naked. Luckily for her she had brought a large towel. She quickly glanced at Dean. Why wasn't he telling Tristan to leave ? She shifted her gaze over to Tristan, feeling his eyes lingering on every part of her skin. The faint pink on her cheeks turned into a colorful red and she quickly lowered her eyes again, feeling even more awkward and ashamed.
R: ''Can you two please leave ?''
D: ''Of course, sorry.''
He made an attempt to leave the room, but stopped when he noticed, that Tristan was still looking at Rory with a certain passion, he would gladly wipe off of his smug face.
D: ''We need to talk.''
T: ''Can we do that here ? Cause I really like the scenery.''
He winked at Rory. Dean clenched one of his hands and grabbed Tristan with the other.
T: ''Since when does talking include physical contact ? Or maybe they only teach that at Chilton ?''
Dean ignored his comment and pushed him into the hall, closing the door behind them.
T: ''Did they teach sex education at your school ? Cause by the way you were looking at Rory..............''
D: ''She's my girlfriend.''
T: ''Really ? Then why did she seem so uncomfortable around you ? Cause people watching her when she was naked comes to mind.''
D: ''You were there too.''
T: ''That's why I said people instead of you.''
D: ''Don't be so smart with me.''
T: ''Fine, sorry.''
D: ''Why were you in there anyway ?''
T: ''I heard her scream and now I know why........the ocean air doesn't do a thing for you.''
D: ''Whatever. I'm going back to the beach. I swear if you go in there...........''
T: ''You'll what ? Dazzle me with your intelligence ?''
D: ''I'm warning you.''
Dean took a step towards Tristan, intimidating him with his height. Tristan wasn't that unfamiliar with guys like Dean, so he knew that he could handle him. But this time, he decided to play by Dean's rules, for Rory.
T: ''Fine. I promise I won't go in there.''
Dean shot him one last look before he left for the beach. Tristan waved at him and looked at the closed door of the bathroom. He was a man of his word............
*~*~*
After Tristan and Dean left, Rory immediately got dressed in a pair of tan shorts and a navy tank top and waited for things to be quiet in the hallway. When she didn't hear the two guys anymore, she opened the door and stepped out of the bathroom. She almost ran into Tristan, who was leaning against the wall across from her. Rory wrapped her arms around herself. She knew she was acting like a little girl, but Tristan's smirk embarrassed her.
T: ''Hey Mary, nice legs.''
Suddenly tears started to run down Rory's cheeks. She didn't care if she was acting like a little girl, she didn't like people seeing her like that. It always felt as if they were depriving her of her privacy or something. She knew that it sounded stupid, but at some points she was still a little girl.
Tristan expression immediately changed when he saw that Rory had start to cry. It was like the expression 'turn that frown upside down', only he did the opposite of that. The teasing smirk was wiped off his face and the amusement disappeared from his eyes. For once he looked like a DuGrey, serious.
T: ''What's wrong ?''
Rory didn't say anything and quickly wiped her useless tears away, knowing that Tristan had already seen them.
T: ''If it's because of what I said, I'm sorry. Sometimes I can be a little...........''
R: ''Crude.''
T: ''Well, I was thinking more of inelegant.''
A smile appeared on Rory's face. When she first met Tristan, his suggestive comments and superior smirks bothered her. She thought that he was just another rich, popular snob who thought girls were put on this world just to please him. But he had proved her wrong, though it were only a few occasions, he had. He had called them his 'weak moments'. Rory just smiled. Ever since those few occurrences, she knew that Tristan wasn't the guy everyone believed him to be. She even got used to his comments and constant flirtations.
T: ''So, tell me the truth. Did I make you cry ?''
Rory shook her head.
R: ''It wasn't you. It was the situation.''
T: ''The situation ?''
Tristan raised one eyebrow and the beginning of a smirk could be seen on his face.
R: ''I'm just not comfortable with people seeing me.............''
T: ''Naked ?''
R: ''Unconcealed.''
Tristan nodded and shoved his hands in his pockets, waiting for Rory to continue.
R: ''I guess I was a little ashamed. I mean I don't like people looking at me, especially when I'm.............naked.''
T: ''You have nothing to be ashamed off Mary, trust me.''
Rory softly laughed, to Tristan's fortune.
R: ''I'm sorry for crying.''
Tristan took step towards her, their bodies gently grazing each other.
T: ''I have seen girls cry before Rory................''
Rory could hear the soft tone in his voice and smiled shyly at him. There was a sweet side to him after all. All you had to do was look hard enough.
T: ''Of course, most of them cried over me.''
Rory's smile got bigger and more genuine, for once glad that he could find something amusing in every situation. He pulled one hand out of his pocket and reached for her faces. He softly wiped the remains of her tears away with his thumb.
T: ''Dean's probably waiting for you.''
Rory nodded and locked his with him, two shades of blue entangling. Tristan lowered his hand and took a step back. Rory turned around and headed for the door. Right before she went outside, she faced Tristan again.
R: ''Aren't you coming ?''
T: ''And give Dean the chance to beat me up ? I think I'll pass. Say hi for me though.''
Rory shook her head as Tristan winked at her.
R: ''Thanks Tristan.''
T: ''Anything for you Mary.''
*R*E*V*I*E*W*! Please ? :-) (I'll try to have the first chapter of 'Ace of Hearts' up tomorrow.) Thanks 4 the reviews! They're a big inspiration! :-) And the horror will be a big part of the last chapters, so be patient. Thanks. :-)