Yep, Mariano took off with Paris Gellar. Russel ran away after the menace I delivered him and I was now sharing a ride home with Rory Gilmore.
She kept looking outside the window with this " deep-in-thought " look on her countenance and I couldn´t hold myself back of questioning if she was alright.
Tristan: " Rory? ". I spoke up after a long, awkward silence.
Rory: " You called me by my name ". Surprise filled her wide, beautiful eyes. She was looking at me with disbelief and with wonder at the same time, as if a miracle had just occurred right then before her.
Tristan: " Yeah, well, seeing as though many people call you that, I thought maybe it meant something ".
Rory: " Funny ". She retorted sarcastically.
Tristan: " As always ". I grinned cockily, she rolled her eyes and looked back outside the window. Rory seemed pretty gloomy right now and I had no idea why. I was determined to find out though. " Sooo, you ok? ". I asked a bit hesitantly, actually worried about her.
Rory: " Yeah,… ". Brief pause. " …I´m fine, Tristan,… ". She slowly turns her head around and is looking at me in the eye, half-smiling, with a slight sadness dwelling in her blue gaze. " …thank you for asking though ".
The sweetness her tone wore seemed so genuine, so real, so sincere to me that I felt shocked for a while, I didn´t expect that. She was actually being nice to me and I found it weird, given our past history…
Tristan: " But you seem sad ". I insisted in a reserved voice. Maybe I knew her all too well to notice it. Rory blinked her eyes rapidly, as if she had just been taken aback by an overwhelming statement.
Rory: " How would you know? ". Turning more towards me, interest written all over her cherubic face. I turned to look at her and said, gingerly, peering at her eyes…
Tristan: " Because I know you ". My utterance was full with care and smoothness as my eyes burned on hers with want.
I had a yen for her, an enormous yearn to touch the side of her face, caress it delicately because that was what she was: Delicate, and not too mention, resplendent, radiant in intellect, grace and manner...
She´s everything I´ve ever wanted in a girl…
Rory spoke nothing and a prolonged stillness filled the vehicle as I turned to the road once again. She was tongue-tied, wordless for a moment, speechless, she opened her once closed mouth to say something, but then I decided to continue…
Tristan: " And I know when you´re content, melancholic, or even furious, I can even tell when something bothers the Hell out of you ".
Rory: " No, you can´t ".
Tristan: " What? ". I turn to look at her with a frown.
Rory: " You talk to me incessantly every day of my high school existence, meaning, you bother me, Bible Boy, conclusion, you´re not so perceptive of my feelings as you think you are ". She retorted and I chuckled upon seeing the playful smile on her lips. I shook my head in amusement and focused on the street ahead.
Suddenly, my hand was being turned around, palm up. Feminine fingers were being laced with mine...
It was hers…
I looked at her oddly for a sec before she uttered…
Rory: " If I was sad then, Tristan, I´m happy now ". I can´t believe she said that to me, in that soothing sound, giving me that tender look, it seemed as though my likeness for her wasn´t unreciprocated after all…
I parked in the Gilmore driveway. She squeezed my hand before letting it go, grabbing her back bag that lay beside her feet and sliding out of the car. Once she closed the passenger door, she bent down to look at me through the open window…
Tristan: " Rory… ".
Rory: " ¿Would you like to come in for some coffee? ". Shell-shocked, that´s the state I was in.
Tristan: " Are you sure… ".
Rory: " It´s a way of thanking you for bringing me home ". I smiled.
Tristan: " You don´t have to give me coffee as a thank you present, Rory, your mere presence is more than enough for me ". She blushed, so celestially and smiled.
The look on her face was just…bewitching, alluring, splendid. I have no words to express how lovely she looked in my eyes…
I felt like reaching out and kiss her senseless…
But, then again, she had a damm boyfriend…
For now…
I got out of the car and followed her lead from behind to the inside of the Gilmore household…
Rory: " MOM!? ". Was the yell that came out from her mouth the second she opened the main door. She dropped her back bag on a corner in the floor and resumed to take off her jacket. " MOM!? ". She tried twice.
Still, no reply could be heard responding to her call...
The atmosphere surrounding us was completely remote, mute, hushed…
There was no one home…
No human…
No maid…
No mother…
I grinned inwardly.
Oh, the possibilities…