Chapter 5
Your Jealous!
Authors Note: Hey you guys! You have to read this!
Listen in the last chapter I wrote Keith as Luis. I'm so so sorry for the confusion! . it's just I was writing for another one of my fics or essays I forget. Well anyway sorry that chapter should be luis not keith. Thanks for the reviews. Keep them coming. So Sorry again! Oh yeah and if your wondering why this story isn't hitting drama so soon its because I'm trying to work all the emotions first. Thanks!
Rory paced wearily around the kitchen. It had been five days since she last seen Tristan. Thank god she could tell he comes home everyday; by the way his clothes be disappearing and reappearing. She sighed heavily; it was unlike him to stay out. He never sleeps at a girl's house; he doesn't get serious enough for that commitment. Rory guessed that the lord had answered her prayers; in walks Tristan.
Rory crossed her arms to her chest, looking at him with disappointment in her eyes. "What?" He simply asked with a smile. Heading into their room, like nothing had happened.
Sighing impatiently, she stormed into the room, rolling her eyes, at a smirking Tristan (who wore only a towel around his waist.) "I haven't seen you for five days. Where the fuck have you been?"
"Oh Rory! Swearing now are you?"
"Screw you!"
"Nah, I'm straight."
"Shut up."
"Make me"
"I will." She said gladly.
"Never mind."
Rory's smile faded. He was playing it hard. "Answer my question Trist!"
"What was it again?"
"You know exactly what it was. Where have you been?"
"Around."
"Sleeping with girls? Sleeping over girl's houses?"
Tristan's smirk grew wider if that was even possible. "Are we jealous Rory?"
"Why would I be jealous of you?"
"Need some attention?" He offered.
"I get enough, thank you very much!" She said bitterly.
Tristan's smirk died on his lips. "Alright then, so why are you being so nosy?"
"Nosy?"
"Yeah! You don't see me up in your business."
"Oh whatever Tristan."
"Yeah whatever Rory. Go complain to your little boyfriend."
"Your the jealous one!"
"Me? Jealous?" Tristan chuckled, shaking his head. "Never."
"You're so jealous, that you can't even look me in the eyes any more."
"I'm not jealous, I'm respectful."
"My ass!"
"I am Rory and you would see that if you didn't have your head up your ass." He sighed seriously. "Now who's the selfish one?" He glanced at her one last time, before taking his clothes and heading into the bathroom, for a nice COLD shower.
"Jealous!" Rory hissed, just in time before he shut the door.
Even though Tristan caught Rory's comment he still shut the door behind him and ignored her. Tristan was angry with her; how dare she call him jealous. Leaning against the sink frame, Tristan sighed; things were getting confusing between his best friend and him. He couldn't stand the look of pain in her eyes; but he could no longer deal with his pain. Selfish? Maybe he was. He didn't care though; he just wanted to be left alone. Find the happiness she's found, with someone else. Tristan swallowed a lump of pain that gathered in his throat. He knew Rory was happy, he could see it. He was just being egotistical and scared; not wanting to loose her or her friendship. All the things they did, now meant the past because he could no longer; touch and caress her, kiss and love her. He could never feel her body quiver underneath his. All of the memories were just that; memories. Besides, Jenny was a nice girl and he enjoyed her company. He never felt the way he does with Jenny with anyone. Although he feels a love for Rory, he feels safe with Jenny. Jenny doesn't know his past; she can't comment on his every lovey-dovey speech! She doesn't know how he looks when he gets turned on or enjoys what he's seeing. She can't read his mind or confuse him. She doesn't make him angry or even jealous! Jealous? No he was not jealous. So anyway, Jenny couldn't do any of that stuff to him. The only person in the world that could was Rory and she wanted nothing to do with him anymore; except maybe sex. Tristan wasn't about to get used; he actually cared for Rory. But anyway, the fact that Jenny barely knew him, made him comfortable. He was looking for a relationship for once and highly doubted he could achieve one with someone from his past. Unless it was Rory, of course that wasn't going to happen, so Tristan shook it off and hopped in the shower; getting ready for his date.
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Rory was pissed; he was jealous. He was doing all of this, sleeping out at night, ignoring her because he was jealous. Pissed off, she fell back onto the bed. She wasn't going to worry about him anymore; he was probably just sleeping at a friend's house. Why was he being such an asshole? Rory sighed; she hadn't touched him in three very long weeks. She wasn't craving him; she had her own attention. But it was just weird how they didn't come in contact anymore; emotionally or physically. She missed him. But she was falling hard for Luis. She just didn't know how to admit it to herself, or to Tristan. What was going on? 'What am I thinking?' She thought rubbing her temples in annoyance; between arguing and worrying, she must have had at least three migrants a day; for the past week.
Sorry you guys. I know this is not going far any time soon, but you'll see what im trying to do. don't get scared with TRORY! Im a die-hard fan! But anyway im sorry it was short too. remember I'm having lots of testing. please review!
Your Jealous!
Authors Note: Hey you guys! You have to read this!
Listen in the last chapter I wrote Keith as Luis. I'm so so sorry for the confusion! . it's just I was writing for another one of my fics or essays I forget. Well anyway sorry that chapter should be luis not keith. Thanks for the reviews. Keep them coming. So Sorry again! Oh yeah and if your wondering why this story isn't hitting drama so soon its because I'm trying to work all the emotions first. Thanks!
Rory paced wearily around the kitchen. It had been five days since she last seen Tristan. Thank god she could tell he comes home everyday; by the way his clothes be disappearing and reappearing. She sighed heavily; it was unlike him to stay out. He never sleeps at a girl's house; he doesn't get serious enough for that commitment. Rory guessed that the lord had answered her prayers; in walks Tristan.
Rory crossed her arms to her chest, looking at him with disappointment in her eyes. "What?" He simply asked with a smile. Heading into their room, like nothing had happened.
Sighing impatiently, she stormed into the room, rolling her eyes, at a smirking Tristan (who wore only a towel around his waist.) "I haven't seen you for five days. Where the fuck have you been?"
"Oh Rory! Swearing now are you?"
"Screw you!"
"Nah, I'm straight."
"Shut up."
"Make me"
"I will." She said gladly.
"Never mind."
Rory's smile faded. He was playing it hard. "Answer my question Trist!"
"What was it again?"
"You know exactly what it was. Where have you been?"
"Around."
"Sleeping with girls? Sleeping over girl's houses?"
Tristan's smirk grew wider if that was even possible. "Are we jealous Rory?"
"Why would I be jealous of you?"
"Need some attention?" He offered.
"I get enough, thank you very much!" She said bitterly.
Tristan's smirk died on his lips. "Alright then, so why are you being so nosy?"
"Nosy?"
"Yeah! You don't see me up in your business."
"Oh whatever Tristan."
"Yeah whatever Rory. Go complain to your little boyfriend."
"Your the jealous one!"
"Me? Jealous?" Tristan chuckled, shaking his head. "Never."
"You're so jealous, that you can't even look me in the eyes any more."
"I'm not jealous, I'm respectful."
"My ass!"
"I am Rory and you would see that if you didn't have your head up your ass." He sighed seriously. "Now who's the selfish one?" He glanced at her one last time, before taking his clothes and heading into the bathroom, for a nice COLD shower.
"Jealous!" Rory hissed, just in time before he shut the door.
Even though Tristan caught Rory's comment he still shut the door behind him and ignored her. Tristan was angry with her; how dare she call him jealous. Leaning against the sink frame, Tristan sighed; things were getting confusing between his best friend and him. He couldn't stand the look of pain in her eyes; but he could no longer deal with his pain. Selfish? Maybe he was. He didn't care though; he just wanted to be left alone. Find the happiness she's found, with someone else. Tristan swallowed a lump of pain that gathered in his throat. He knew Rory was happy, he could see it. He was just being egotistical and scared; not wanting to loose her or her friendship. All the things they did, now meant the past because he could no longer; touch and caress her, kiss and love her. He could never feel her body quiver underneath his. All of the memories were just that; memories. Besides, Jenny was a nice girl and he enjoyed her company. He never felt the way he does with Jenny with anyone. Although he feels a love for Rory, he feels safe with Jenny. Jenny doesn't know his past; she can't comment on his every lovey-dovey speech! She doesn't know how he looks when he gets turned on or enjoys what he's seeing. She can't read his mind or confuse him. She doesn't make him angry or even jealous! Jealous? No he was not jealous. So anyway, Jenny couldn't do any of that stuff to him. The only person in the world that could was Rory and she wanted nothing to do with him anymore; except maybe sex. Tristan wasn't about to get used; he actually cared for Rory. But anyway, the fact that Jenny barely knew him, made him comfortable. He was looking for a relationship for once and highly doubted he could achieve one with someone from his past. Unless it was Rory, of course that wasn't going to happen, so Tristan shook it off and hopped in the shower; getting ready for his date.
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Rory was pissed; he was jealous. He was doing all of this, sleeping out at night, ignoring her because he was jealous. Pissed off, she fell back onto the bed. She wasn't going to worry about him anymore; he was probably just sleeping at a friend's house. Why was he being such an asshole? Rory sighed; she hadn't touched him in three very long weeks. She wasn't craving him; she had her own attention. But it was just weird how they didn't come in contact anymore; emotionally or physically. She missed him. But she was falling hard for Luis. She just didn't know how to admit it to herself, or to Tristan. What was going on? 'What am I thinking?' She thought rubbing her temples in annoyance; between arguing and worrying, she must have had at least three migrants a day; for the past week.
Sorry you guys. I know this is not going far any time soon, but you'll see what im trying to do. don't get scared with TRORY! Im a die-hard fan! But anyway im sorry it was short too. remember I'm having lots of testing. please review!