PP4: Ugly side
"I'd rather be hated then ignored." He laughed with reckless abatement.
Rory smiled and gave a small tug to his blonde hair, "That is what Jess would have said."
"Jess?" Tristan asked. He had not heard her say anything about anyone named Jess. "Who is she?"
"He." Rory corrected. She really did not want to ruin a good night and have Tristan get jealous, as he would undoubtedly get. "He doesn't enter until more recent Rory history."
Tristan sighed and traced a small weird shaped heart on to her thigh. He looked up at her with his blue eyes and she looked back at him. They shared a moment and he looked away, and then mumbled, "I could study Rory history. Do you think they have that in college?"
She grinned, a silly half grin of pleasure and sighed, "Nah. They undoubtedly are much more preoccupied with American History."
"But, where will that come up in real life?"
"That, Tristan, is left to be answered," she giggled as his fingers traced a large circle, which overflowed into her inner thigh.
"In resent Rory history, does it list include if she is ticklish?" Tristan asked as his figured moved over the warm flesh of her inner thigh. Moving in lazy slow circles his fingers edged under her shorts and continued.
After a bout of laughter, Tristan stopped and looked into her joy filled face. He got onto his knees and leaned in. His nose was pressed against hers as was his mouth.
Their lips tangled in something of a tango or some kind of elegant dance. His lips were lapping at hers his eyes shut but a peak came through when he parted from her. He took a breath and was pulled back into her; she was parting her lips and letting his ruby red tongue slip into her inviting mouth. She was participating more as he took her tongue with his and sucked ever so slightly on it. She became more comfortable with it and stated to move her hands over his broad shoulders.
Putting all her worriers into her the corner, she was elated, all smiles. She was so happy and as they parted she swung him over on his back so she could become more aggressive. She took him on a ride just as he had taken her on. By the time the dance was over, they were both panting and still peeking stray looks and slight touches on the other. "That was...a good kiss."
She smiled and looked over to Tristan and agreeing she gave him a closed mouth kiss and told him just how much she enjoyed it. "It was a really good kiss, Jess." She told him and leaned down for another kiss, wanting to do so again.
Tristan put a hand to her shoulder stopping her from leaning in any further. "What did you just call me?" he asked, hoping it was a slip of tongue that she had said anything other then someone else's name.
"I said it was a good kiss," she stopped suddenly realizing the slip of her tongue. "I'm, I'm sorry Tristan." was all she knew to say.
He looked at her a loss of words. He knew of things to say, but could not actually mutter those words to her. No matter how much she had just hurt him, he would not say anything. He promised himself that. "I kissed you the last time, and you cry. I kiss you...I just kiss you now, and you call me someone else's name." He broke his promise to himself and could not stop. "Did I pry, when you did not tell me who he was? No. What the fuck are you going to do next? Call me Bag Boy? 'Cause, I'm telling you right now, I'm not fond of paper or plastic," He stopped.
She looked up at him with hurt eyes. She got up from the bed and started to collect herself. "I'm sorry Tristan," she told him and walked to the door. After she was out the door she leaned against it. Tears gathered in her eyes as she heard him yell, "I'm sorry Rory. I'm sorry, I tried."
She whispered another sorry to no one but herself and walked shamefully to the stairs and started to ascend them. "I'm sorry," she said one last time.
PP5: Faint
Janlan looked up from his newspaper as Rory entered the kitchen. "Well, hello, young lady," he smiled at her with rosy cheeks welcoming her to converse with him.
"Hello sir," she smiled back at him, without truly meaning it.
"Janlan, dear," he coughed into his blue plaid hanky, "It makes me feel old."
Rory grinned at him as he brought her out of her slump. After the grinned disappeared, a frown replaced it once again. "What is wrong, Lorelai?" he asked seeing her frown.
Rory flashed him a forced smile, "Lorelai is my mother, well I'm Lorelai too, but I go by Rory. Except of course, if you'd like to call me Lorelai, it would be perfectly acceptable," she babbled slightly.
"Well, then, Rory, what is the problem? Nothing life and death, I hope." He laughed a bit, and brought his hanky to his mouth.
"But it is!" She shouted startling him as she broke into tale. "But then it is not, also. The whole situation is completely ironic and well, just strange." She looked at him and shut her mouth. She did not mean to just burst into story. Especially to Tristan's Grandfather.
"Well, continue. With an introduction like that, you have my complete and undivided attention," he said, urging her into story with a comforting tap on the back.
Rory turned to look at the elderly man; she looked into his eyes. Eyes which were remarkably similar to her own, but also identical to Tristan's. Rory felt connected to the man, more so then she could have possibly predicted. "I went to bed," she stammered
"And I fell asleep, customary right? I awoke, when I felt something in my hair. Like a hand, and the fingers touched my cheek. They were so cold, amazingly so. It was like something right out of GHOST, except with me not being Demi Moore."
A startled look played on the man's face, he had stopped everything and just looked at her with astonishment. Rory looked at him; his face was paler than it had been moments earlier. "Are you alright, Janlan?" Rory questioned.
"I'm fine, continue."
"Nothing else really happened. Now, that I reflect upon it, I most likely just fell back asleep," She lied to the man. She wanted to tell him, but just could not bring herself to divulge the details. "It is almost twelve, when are we planning on having that brunch thing?" She jumped topic and waited for him to answer.
"Oh, so it is." Looking down at his watch, and back to Rory. " I have no clue as to when. Being that only you and I are awake. Would you like it to just be us for our brunch?"
Rory smiled, "I have no problems with that, as long as you've got meat." She giggled as he assured her that they did indeed have meat.
After some tea and some fruit, a little bread and some sausage, for Rory to fill up on, the two sat talking. Janlan had told her things about Ireland that she would've never read in any history book. They squabbled over the idea that fairies were indeed living in their realm and specifically Ireland. They talked about life in Hartford and college plans. The two got along reasonable well, they laughed and joked and talked about things Rory would never even think of talking about with her own grandfather.
"You know I grew up here," Janlan told her.
"So, you have lived here your whole life?"
"Oh, no. My mother died when I was young, actually during childbirth. I lived primarily with foster parents for years until one day my father just came along. I do not even know how he knew about me, or why he came for me, he just did."
"That is out of the ordinary," Rory stated.
"Yes it is," Janlan agreed and took her hand. Rory got up with him as they began to walk. They walked around the grounds and finally were back at the front door. Walking over the threshold he pointed to a picture that Rory had never noticed. "You remind me of her. At least what I know of her."
She was mystified; the picture was of the women she had saw leave. "She left him." Rory absently mumbled.
Janlan stared at the brunette girl, he looked her up and down. Her tiny frame, shook and she was lying on the floor before he knew what he was supposed to say.
