Wherever you will go

Flossie

Summary- If you wish so hard, maybe it'll appear like magic. Maybe life would change. Maybe magic is real.

Spoilers-Nothing after Run Away Little Boy.

Rating- PG

Disclaimer- Hopefully once the papers come in, I will officially own Chad Michael Murray. But thanks to the slow postal service, I've been forced to wait.

Author's Note- Since I got double the reviews I got last time I posted this (can you see me jigging?) so I got all excited, and I'm posted the next chapter! (noor, I'm so sorry, I know you'd kill me if you find out how many fics I've posted since you've been gone) it feels great to be writng two so very carzilly different fics at once, so its kind of evened out. By the way, please read my fic "shelter" its coming to the end of the many chapters, I would appreciate it greatly!

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I always thought it was darkest just before the dawn, when those first inches of sunlight are creeping their way across the horizon, and you know you're going to have to face yet another day.

Another hour, and your off again, smiling, laughing with people you know are just beside you because it does their image good.

Suffocating in your own thoughts while still having to grimly smile and put up with it.

Knowing that they're all those girls are just the same. Always.

They do nothing for me. Not one has ever done the things she does to me.

Because none of them are her;

None of them are Rory Gilmore.





It took a few moments for Rory's mind to register that no-one called her Mary besides Tristan, and it only took a couple of seconds before she realised that it was him. Tristan was standing right in front of her, leaning casually on her locker like he had done so many times before. Only this time, he was smiling. Smiling.







I'd reassured myself before I came back, that this Tristan won't be the one who left.

 I'd almost convinced myself, but walking up those familiar steps my mind self consciously switched onto Rory, and suddenly, it was all about her. How beautiful she is.

The way she bites her lip when she's so deeply into a book, how her cheeks flush pink when she blushes, how her stunning blue eyes blaze when we banter.

And then I had blown it, I was thinking about her again, and I hadn't even stepped inside the doors.

I knew I couldn't survive without her, and that even such a long time without seeing her hadn't changed a thing. I was so deeply in love with her it scared me. I had never ever loved anyone before, perhaps maybe an acceptation to my grandfather, and it scared me so much.

That's why I had to stop.

I had to stop looking at her.

Being with her.

Because it just hurt too much knowing that I could never have her. It had happened so involuntarily, those little things that I would watch her do, just the fact that she was so different to any other girl I had ever dated, and how we were so equally matched as the insults flew. And after that kiss, everything became clear.

I felt something I had never felt before, and all I could think about was to kiss her lips again.

Just once.

And then after she got back with bag-boy, the hurting began. In a way it was good for me to leave for military school, it gave me some time to get away from her. So I wouldn't have to face knowing every time I saw her, that she hated me. I could never tell her my true feelings after the jerk I had been. And that she would never share them.

I had blown it.

And I knew it all too well.




It felt so good, so fitting to be in his arms.

Any questions about why he was here had sort of dissolved, and all she could think about was him.

Tristan.

He was back. The jerk Tristan was back, the one who had teased her so much, and made her feel so bad, the one she said she hated.

So why was she so happy to see him?

Why was she hugging him?

And why did it feel so right?






To say he was surprised when she held out her arms to him was an understatement. It was along time before he could think straight, before he lifted her up into his embrace. Blanking his mind out, Tristan just concentrated on her.

Knowing half-heartedly, this opportunity would never present itself again.

Ever.




Chapter 1

Finding