Chapter
Awkward Moments
Authors Note: Hey guys! It sucks very badly that I can't post everyday like I use to, but don't worry soon enough I'll be off punishment. Parents just don't understand the addiction of the Internet [sheesh] lol. So anyway, this chapter is going to be short, considering I don't have a lot of time. It's basically going to open Rory and Tristan up into slight conversation. Enjoy and Review please.
Silence. Lorelai thought she would die before, two of her favorite people in the world, said a word to each other. "The food is good right?" A reassuring smile played on Tristans lips and Rory gave a nod. "Well how's school?"
"Good." They both said at the same time, staring at each other in challenge after wards.
"Well have you both finished that big assignment yet?"
"No." Rory looked anywhere but her mother or her alleged best friend. She picked up her fork, scooping up a fork full of rice and bringing it to her mouth.
"Its an important project!" Lorelai shifted in her chain, placing her hands under her chin and looking back and forth from enemy to enemy. "Weren't you two almost finished?"
"Yes." He answered, his hands traveling through his spiky hair.
"Aren't you going to finish it? The project is due in a week if I'm not mistaken."
"Your not." Tristan quickly glanced at Rory, who was casually fiddling with her napkin. "We only have to do the
essay."
"The diagramed food-computer is done?" Lorelai stared at the two in disbelief. Were they really being so stubborn to chance their grades?
"Yep." Tristan gave a nod and a small smile. "Came out pretty good actually."
"That's good, how long did it take you?"
"Well." Rory interrupted, finally finding the discussion intriguing. "Tristan gave his ideas then went on the computer to document them and after we just started to diagram it." She shrugged her shoulders, as If it were that simple, a smile crept over her lips. "Took us about three weeks, but that surely should be counted as record time."
"It should, we were on a roll huh?" He looked directly at her, for the first time in what seemed like forever, and chuckled softly.
She returned the small laugh, "Yes we were."
Lorelai choose not to interrupt, enjoying seeing them actually share a conversation without yelling or crying. "Movie?" She offered.
They both shrugged, Tristan thinking of how pissed Lorelai would be if he said no, and Rory thinking of how she would never here the end of it from her mother if she said no.
+ * * * "I thought that since you both aren't really-you know getting along? That we could just watch Scar face."
"Good choice." Tristan sat down on the couch, uncomfortably, remembering the usual movie nights. The nights where Lorelai would set a bed on the floor and Rory and him would lay down together.
+ * * * "Paris Gellar. A very busy Paris Gellar. You must be someone really brave or annoyingly pathetic." She answered the ringing phone, beside her bed. Sucking her teeth exaggeratedly when laughter was heard from the other line.
"Hey Paris, is Rory there?"
"Luis?"
"Yes."
"No she's not."
"Where is she?"
"I'm not in liberty to tell you!"
"Why is that?"
"I don't know."
"Just tell me, please?"
"No."
"Please--,"
"No."
"Come on."
"Um."
"Please" He begged.
She chuckled softly. "Why?"
+ * * *
Lorelai sat; eyes glued to the T.V, popcorn all over the floor and tried not to wonder what Rory and Tristan were talking about. They were out on the porch and Lorelai was itching-curious to figure out what they were talking about.
+ * * * "So?"
"So."
"How's Paris?" Tristan asked timidly.
"You talked to her yesterday."
He chuckled lightly, muttering something along the lines of, "That snitch" under his breath.
"Of course." She said confidently. "She's my snitch."
"I'll have to call her later."
"How's everything?"
"Good."
"Good as in-- I'm having the best time in my life without you Rory? Or good as in-- things could be better, but I'm just going to lie to my best friend and let her think what she wants?"
"The second one." Tristan replied sarcastically. "How about you?"
"Good."
"Good as in-Luis was so good last night, if forgot all about you Tristan? Or good as in-I miss you once in a while."
"A little bit of both." She winked jokingly. "I miss you sometime."
"I miss you too."
"How's Jenny?"
"She's great I guess, on vacation." Tristan smiled gently, but insisted in avoiding Rory's eyes. "How's Luis?"
"He's okay, I would suppose."
Tristan gestured with a light nod, "So."
"So?"
"Were back at this again."
"Yep."
+ * * *
"Rory?" Luis asked, stepping onto the porch.
Rory flinched at Luis's unexpected appearance. "Luis? What are you doing here?" She got up from beside Tristan on the porch swing and stuck her hands into her pockets.
"No." He sighed, scratching his neck with his fingers. "The question is, what are you doing here?"
"What do you mean? This is my house." She pointed out in a matter-of-factly tone. "Have you not noticed?"
"So what is lover boy doing here?"
"Excuse me?" Tristan interrupted, standing up.
Luis rolled his eyes, turning back to Rory. "What's going on Rory? I think it's time you answer the ultimate question." He sighed, a slight smirk coming over his lips. "Who do you really love? Me or-Tristan?"
The question came unexpectedly and Rory stood, looking at Luis in shock. She looked at Tristan, eyes full of compassion, then back over to her boyfriend. She stood in silence and tried to think of what to say, how to answer the question that scared her worse than anything. Opening her mouth, she said -
Review Review Review! I'm so sorry for the grammatical errors and what not. My beta reader is busy and I wanted this chapter to get out before I died. Sheesh the suspense of posting was killing me! Enjoy and keep up those reviews!
Awkward Moments
Authors Note: Hey guys! It sucks very badly that I can't post everyday like I use to, but don't worry soon enough I'll be off punishment. Parents just don't understand the addiction of the Internet [sheesh] lol. So anyway, this chapter is going to be short, considering I don't have a lot of time. It's basically going to open Rory and Tristan up into slight conversation. Enjoy and Review please.
Silence. Lorelai thought she would die before, two of her favorite people in the world, said a word to each other. "The food is good right?" A reassuring smile played on Tristans lips and Rory gave a nod. "Well how's school?"
"Good." They both said at the same time, staring at each other in challenge after wards.
"Well have you both finished that big assignment yet?"
"No." Rory looked anywhere but her mother or her alleged best friend. She picked up her fork, scooping up a fork full of rice and bringing it to her mouth.
"Its an important project!" Lorelai shifted in her chain, placing her hands under her chin and looking back and forth from enemy to enemy. "Weren't you two almost finished?"
"Yes." He answered, his hands traveling through his spiky hair.
"Aren't you going to finish it? The project is due in a week if I'm not mistaken."
"Your not." Tristan quickly glanced at Rory, who was casually fiddling with her napkin. "We only have to do the
essay."
"The diagramed food-computer is done?" Lorelai stared at the two in disbelief. Were they really being so stubborn to chance their grades?
"Yep." Tristan gave a nod and a small smile. "Came out pretty good actually."
"That's good, how long did it take you?"
"Well." Rory interrupted, finally finding the discussion intriguing. "Tristan gave his ideas then went on the computer to document them and after we just started to diagram it." She shrugged her shoulders, as If it were that simple, a smile crept over her lips. "Took us about three weeks, but that surely should be counted as record time."
"It should, we were on a roll huh?" He looked directly at her, for the first time in what seemed like forever, and chuckled softly.
She returned the small laugh, "Yes we were."
Lorelai choose not to interrupt, enjoying seeing them actually share a conversation without yelling or crying. "Movie?" She offered.
They both shrugged, Tristan thinking of how pissed Lorelai would be if he said no, and Rory thinking of how she would never here the end of it from her mother if she said no.
+ * * * "I thought that since you both aren't really-you know getting along? That we could just watch Scar face."
"Good choice." Tristan sat down on the couch, uncomfortably, remembering the usual movie nights. The nights where Lorelai would set a bed on the floor and Rory and him would lay down together.
+ * * * "Paris Gellar. A very busy Paris Gellar. You must be someone really brave or annoyingly pathetic." She answered the ringing phone, beside her bed. Sucking her teeth exaggeratedly when laughter was heard from the other line.
"Hey Paris, is Rory there?"
"Luis?"
"Yes."
"No she's not."
"Where is she?"
"I'm not in liberty to tell you!"
"Why is that?"
"I don't know."
"Just tell me, please?"
"No."
"Please--,"
"No."
"Come on."
"Um."
"Please" He begged.
She chuckled softly. "Why?"
+ * * *
Lorelai sat; eyes glued to the T.V, popcorn all over the floor and tried not to wonder what Rory and Tristan were talking about. They were out on the porch and Lorelai was itching-curious to figure out what they were talking about.
+ * * * "So?"
"So."
"How's Paris?" Tristan asked timidly.
"You talked to her yesterday."
He chuckled lightly, muttering something along the lines of, "That snitch" under his breath.
"Of course." She said confidently. "She's my snitch."
"I'll have to call her later."
"How's everything?"
"Good."
"Good as in-- I'm having the best time in my life without you Rory? Or good as in-- things could be better, but I'm just going to lie to my best friend and let her think what she wants?"
"The second one." Tristan replied sarcastically. "How about you?"
"Good."
"Good as in-Luis was so good last night, if forgot all about you Tristan? Or good as in-I miss you once in a while."
"A little bit of both." She winked jokingly. "I miss you sometime."
"I miss you too."
"How's Jenny?"
"She's great I guess, on vacation." Tristan smiled gently, but insisted in avoiding Rory's eyes. "How's Luis?"
"He's okay, I would suppose."
Tristan gestured with a light nod, "So."
"So?"
"Were back at this again."
"Yep."
+ * * *
"Rory?" Luis asked, stepping onto the porch.
Rory flinched at Luis's unexpected appearance. "Luis? What are you doing here?" She got up from beside Tristan on the porch swing and stuck her hands into her pockets.
"No." He sighed, scratching his neck with his fingers. "The question is, what are you doing here?"
"What do you mean? This is my house." She pointed out in a matter-of-factly tone. "Have you not noticed?"
"So what is lover boy doing here?"
"Excuse me?" Tristan interrupted, standing up.
Luis rolled his eyes, turning back to Rory. "What's going on Rory? I think it's time you answer the ultimate question." He sighed, a slight smirk coming over his lips. "Who do you really love? Me or-Tristan?"
The question came unexpectedly and Rory stood, looking at Luis in shock. She looked at Tristan, eyes full of compassion, then back over to her boyfriend. She stood in silence and tried to think of what to say, how to answer the question that scared her worse than anything. Opening her mouth, she said -
Review Review Review! I'm so sorry for the grammatical errors and what not. My beta reader is busy and I wanted this chapter to get out before I died. Sheesh the suspense of posting was killing me! Enjoy and keep up those reviews!