Disclaimer: not mine, of course. All ASP and…some…other people. Hmm. The title's one of the Beatles' songs.

Rating: wow, PG even. Pathetic.

Pairing: Trory.

Summary: "…   And I have to tell you, this is the best time of my life. But I don't tell you, I play along." A snowy day, two friends. Set after Lorelai's death, no details though. R/T

Author's Rambling: uh, hey. :) Just basic, harmless (I hope) Trory fluff. Not something big – not even a real story. Just a scene I thought about, that perhaps can be developed into one…but, it's likely that there's gonna be just this one chapter, so, yeah. Pretty short too. First fic I put out there, so throw tomatoes at me and—um—if it's constructive tomatoes you have there, even better!

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I Want to Tell You

1/1(?)

My Head is Filled with Things to Say

You look so beautiful in the snow. It's incredible, the way your cheeks get rosy and there's this spark in your eyes—your eyes, blue like the ocean. And your lips – I want to kiss you even more when it's snowing.

But I can't think of that—I might just act.

Your laughter is further away now and I realize that I am standing still; I run to catch up with you, and when I manage – pretty easily, if I do say so myself – I get a snowball in my face and, that laughter again.

I can't contain my own laughter as you peek from your hiding place – behind a tree – and your mouth gets shaped this hilarious O shape when you get one of my snowballs straight in your own face.

And quickly enough, it's a game, and we run and we laugh – play like little children, and I tease you and you tease me—and I have to tell you, this is the best time of my life. But I don't tell you, I play along.

You're suddenly on top of me – gasping – and you have that victory grin upon your lips – your lips – and, it's such a Disney moment, straight out of the movies.

In every Disney movie a parent has to die tragically at the beginning, and it qualifies here, too.

You unconsciously clean my coat of snow, and then put your head on my chest, and I'm certain you can hear my heartbeats going on and off like crazy.

You let out a content sigh, and I can't help but think of how happy you are – and how I made you happy like that. And that reminds me of not so long ago, when you were crying over Lorelai, and I'm so glad you pulled through.

I want to make you happier, but I don't know if what I want would make you happy. So I don't do anything, but hold you closer to me.

"Tristan," you whisper after a moment, and your soft voice seems calming. Suddenly everything is very quiet and white and beautiful. "Tell me about her."

I am taken by surprise but try not to show; that's the last thing I thought you'd say—ask about her.

"Hmm?"

"Tell me about her," you repeat, and your voice is still oddly calm.

I knew she would haunt me again, and this is too complicated. 'Cause you're talking about yourself without knowing – because you're my best friend, and I couldn't help but tell you. And then again, I couldn't tell you. So I…I messed it all up.

"She doesn't know who she is." I hear my voice, suddenly.

You get up a bit so you can look at me. "What do you mean?" You're still close enough so I can feel your warm breath upon my neck.

I said, "I love her, though she breaks my heart again and again. And though she does, every day that passes me by, every night when…she's not here – I do love you—her." And I quickly look at you, all too ready to deny.

But – I think – you smile – and then, you silently put your head on my chest again. And I'm certain you can hear my heartbeats going on and off like crazy.