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- This story has always been here- it was the first I ever wrote, my little baby. It was about a year ago, and I think my writing style has changed quite a bit. But I didn't think about that and just wrote this chapter, hoping this story has a plot now. I guess it does, and if you read carefully you will understand what's going on. If I ever do write the next chapter (it all depends on you guys) I'm hoping I'll be able to write like I did in the first chapter.

"So, um, your back?"

He looked down, his gaze turned from her, "Yeah I'm doing my last two years at Chilton."

"Oh, well that's good."

"Yeah."

You know how sometimes you just do things? Against everything? And your mind just blanks out- and you realise what you want. And suddenly you don't want to be the smart one; you don't remind yourself of how stupid it all sounds in your head.

You don't remember you have a boyfriend- and you don't remember where you are. Emotions take over.

You just act.

Feeling took over common sense.

You know when you want something so badly and you would do anything to act on it at that very second? But then you begin to think, you force yourself to remember all the consequences and the probable reasons. And suddenly it doesn't matter on how good something feels, or how right it should be. All that matters is that you have to get away before any of those reasons hurt you.

Because you know they will.

Common sense beat down feeling.

He was the one that broke away.

"I can't Rory."

She swallowed. This wasn't how it was supposed to be.

He was supposed to feel everything she was feeling.

If anything- he was the one who was supposed to start the kiss. It was all wrong.

And then she recognized it all. It was like the past was repeating itself. Only it was Tristan now who was running.

"So, we leave it here?" how she was able to speak was beyond her.

"We leave it here Rory."

To kiss Rory was like- it was like nothing. To kiss Rory is something that no-one can describe. Especially me.

 To adore someone from afar, to imagine what it would be like to kiss her, hold her, know that she is mine, is one thing.

To have all that handed to you is not a coincidence. Unless it's Rory Gilmore

She's another thing.

Because tomorrow she would have forgotten all about this. I can't explain why she kissed me in the first place. Maybe she was just happy to see me. Maybe she wasn't thinking right. All I know is that if I had done that, I would have gotten hurt.

And I hate her for making me want it. I hate her for letting me kiss her. I hate her for letting me think this way.

I hate myself for feeling like I needed to run.

She nodded slowly.

She opened her mouth- as if wanting to say something, but thought better of it.

When she began walking away, when she knew he could not see her face. That's when she let herself cry. That's when she knew she would never be able to kiss anyone the same again. Because he would always be there. He would always ruin everything for her.

For the first time she had wanted something and she had gone for it.

She only wished now that she had remembered who Tristan Du' grey was and is.


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Chapter 2

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