Sorry for the delay, but yesterday was intense, anyways, here's your next
chapter, oh and I want to thank smile1, I'm going to use her idea for this
next chapter. Thanks for the idea, it was really good.
Chapter 6:
Just Married was playing in the backround, but I was hardly paying attention to it. Tristan and i were to busy having a popcorn fight and a little bit of a tickle match as well. It had been a little while since, I had really opened up and enjoyed myself. This was the best remedy to get over the whole Jess fiasco, I was on the road to recovery and that was a really great thing.
I squealed, practically falling over the couch, as Tristan dove on me, tickling my most sensitve spot. The soft skin right about my hips, but before my waist was so tender that if he merely touched it, I giggled. I tried my best to push him off, but he was so much bigger than I was.
Suddenly, we were interupted by the ringing of the doorbell. We both paused in mid action and stared at the entryway, wondering who the hell would show up here now? I turned my head to meet his confused gaze.
"Well, go answer it." I prodded, pushing his chest gently. He rolled off and landed light on his feet, like a cat. I watch him disappear into the entryway, before sitting up and turning the movie off, so I could listen.
"Lexi?!" I heard Tristan gasped in surprise and immediately, my interest peaked. I sat up straighter, listening for her response.
"Hey Tris." A soft utterly feminine voice replied. It was slightly seductive, slightly loving. I cringed at the tone. It was almost like hearing Summer, from Chilton again.
"What are you doing here?" Was Tristan's response, seemingly having gotten over his initial shock.
"I came to talk to you. Didn't you get my message?" Her voice purred, I could practically hear the suktry smile in her voice.
"Um, no. I didn't checkthe messages today." Tristan said uncomfortably. I winced, uh oh. "Listen, Lex, I'm kind of in the middle of something right now. Can we meet tomorrow or something?"
"This sure is a nice place you've got here, Tris." She effectively ignored him. I could hear her voice coming closer. "I must cost a fortune to keep up. Oh!"
I gasped, as she came around the corner. She was the epitomey of blonde bombshell. She had long wavy blonde hair that fell to the middle of her back and deep sensuous hazel eyes that were lined with dark eyeliner, making them look even more piercing. She was definately on the prowl. She wore a short miniskirt, showing off long, gorgeous, tan legs and her top was an off the shoulder, skin tight tank top. All of it was black.
"Well, well, well, well. I hope I'm not interupting something?" She crossed her arms over her well endowed chest and let a small frown cover her pretty face.
I suddenly felt very selfconcious in my low rider jeans and Tristan's sweatshirt. "No, no. I was just planning on going for a walk anyways." I stood and moved to the entryway to pull on my sneakers. I pulled my coat and scarf off the rack and put them on.
"Rory, you don't have to....." Tristan began, but he was swiftly cut off by Lexi, who had followed me.
"So this is the infamous Rory." Her voice was cold and flat, causing chills to go up my spine.
I fixed her with the best stare I could muster. "And you're the infamous Ex, Lexi." I struggle to respond with the same tone. I turned to Tristan. "I'll give you some alone time."
Without another word, I stepped out in the hallway and made my way onto the busy sidewalk. The chilly November air surrounded me like a freezing blanket. I pulled my jacket tighter around me.
My thoughts immediately drifted to Tristan. I felt really jealous of Lexi, she was positively gorgeous. I mean, I know I'm not ugly or anything, but my beauty was simple and classic, nothing to gloat about. My face was simple and my hair common. My eyes were the only thing unique about me. You could possibly drown in them, or at least that's what Jess used to tell me.
I felt like such a Plain Jane next to the Blonde Bombshell. Why the hell would Tristan leave her to live with me? She's far more pretty and more sophisticated than me. But then, there are a lot of things about Tristan that confuse me, like how he can drink his coffee black every morning, or how he always picks up after hiself, how he knows how to do laundry, he can always make me smile, just with a simple glance, if his look is too intense it sends liquid fire rushng through my veins.
Tristan could banter with me easily, joke with me, laugh and cry with me, he could talk to me and listen to me. He would hold when I'm upset or do the happy dance with me, when things got exciting. He encouraged me when I had writer's block or couldn't seem to write something just right. He sat with me during a conference on my book and boasted about my talent in his reviews. He was everything a best friend could be and more.
It struck me then, like a bolt of lightening. I depended on him, I needed him. I didn't want him to be my best friend, I wanted more from him. It had felt like centuries since I've felt this way and it was almost alien to me, yet I could still recognize it. I was falling in love with Tristan Dugrey! What am I going to do now?
I didn't realized until I was standing in front of my building, that my walk had finished. I hesitantly made my way up the stairs and stopped right outside my door.I sucked in a deep breath before opening the door. I was met with silence. I hung my coat and scarf up and made my way into the livingroom.
Tristan was sitting on the couch, obviously waiting for me. His blue eyes were calm and thoughtful. I stopped behind the couch and looked at him, suddenly feeling awkward, especially with my new found discovery.
"Where's Lexi?" I asked, for lack of anything better to say. Besides, it was a valid question.
"Gone." Came his simple response, he didn't elaborate nor did he take his eyes off me. I averted my gaze, suddenly finding the floor fascinating.
Heavy, awkward silence filled the apartment. It was almost stifling and I willed myself to find the words to break it. Never before had I been in silence this intense, this emotional. Truth ne told, it rattled me and I wasn't one easily rattled.
"So, do you want to finish the movie?" Tristan offered, finally breaking the heavy silence with the simple question.
"Sure. " I replied, seating myself beside him, feeling extremely self concious. I noticed that he was sitting stiffly as well. One thing was for sure, we were in for some rough times.
Chapter 6:
Just Married was playing in the backround, but I was hardly paying attention to it. Tristan and i were to busy having a popcorn fight and a little bit of a tickle match as well. It had been a little while since, I had really opened up and enjoyed myself. This was the best remedy to get over the whole Jess fiasco, I was on the road to recovery and that was a really great thing.
I squealed, practically falling over the couch, as Tristan dove on me, tickling my most sensitve spot. The soft skin right about my hips, but before my waist was so tender that if he merely touched it, I giggled. I tried my best to push him off, but he was so much bigger than I was.
Suddenly, we were interupted by the ringing of the doorbell. We both paused in mid action and stared at the entryway, wondering who the hell would show up here now? I turned my head to meet his confused gaze.
"Well, go answer it." I prodded, pushing his chest gently. He rolled off and landed light on his feet, like a cat. I watch him disappear into the entryway, before sitting up and turning the movie off, so I could listen.
"Lexi?!" I heard Tristan gasped in surprise and immediately, my interest peaked. I sat up straighter, listening for her response.
"Hey Tris." A soft utterly feminine voice replied. It was slightly seductive, slightly loving. I cringed at the tone. It was almost like hearing Summer, from Chilton again.
"What are you doing here?" Was Tristan's response, seemingly having gotten over his initial shock.
"I came to talk to you. Didn't you get my message?" Her voice purred, I could practically hear the suktry smile in her voice.
"Um, no. I didn't checkthe messages today." Tristan said uncomfortably. I winced, uh oh. "Listen, Lex, I'm kind of in the middle of something right now. Can we meet tomorrow or something?"
"This sure is a nice place you've got here, Tris." She effectively ignored him. I could hear her voice coming closer. "I must cost a fortune to keep up. Oh!"
I gasped, as she came around the corner. She was the epitomey of blonde bombshell. She had long wavy blonde hair that fell to the middle of her back and deep sensuous hazel eyes that were lined with dark eyeliner, making them look even more piercing. She was definately on the prowl. She wore a short miniskirt, showing off long, gorgeous, tan legs and her top was an off the shoulder, skin tight tank top. All of it was black.
"Well, well, well, well. I hope I'm not interupting something?" She crossed her arms over her well endowed chest and let a small frown cover her pretty face.
I suddenly felt very selfconcious in my low rider jeans and Tristan's sweatshirt. "No, no. I was just planning on going for a walk anyways." I stood and moved to the entryway to pull on my sneakers. I pulled my coat and scarf off the rack and put them on.
"Rory, you don't have to....." Tristan began, but he was swiftly cut off by Lexi, who had followed me.
"So this is the infamous Rory." Her voice was cold and flat, causing chills to go up my spine.
I fixed her with the best stare I could muster. "And you're the infamous Ex, Lexi." I struggle to respond with the same tone. I turned to Tristan. "I'll give you some alone time."
Without another word, I stepped out in the hallway and made my way onto the busy sidewalk. The chilly November air surrounded me like a freezing blanket. I pulled my jacket tighter around me.
My thoughts immediately drifted to Tristan. I felt really jealous of Lexi, she was positively gorgeous. I mean, I know I'm not ugly or anything, but my beauty was simple and classic, nothing to gloat about. My face was simple and my hair common. My eyes were the only thing unique about me. You could possibly drown in them, or at least that's what Jess used to tell me.
I felt like such a Plain Jane next to the Blonde Bombshell. Why the hell would Tristan leave her to live with me? She's far more pretty and more sophisticated than me. But then, there are a lot of things about Tristan that confuse me, like how he can drink his coffee black every morning, or how he always picks up after hiself, how he knows how to do laundry, he can always make me smile, just with a simple glance, if his look is too intense it sends liquid fire rushng through my veins.
Tristan could banter with me easily, joke with me, laugh and cry with me, he could talk to me and listen to me. He would hold when I'm upset or do the happy dance with me, when things got exciting. He encouraged me when I had writer's block or couldn't seem to write something just right. He sat with me during a conference on my book and boasted about my talent in his reviews. He was everything a best friend could be and more.
It struck me then, like a bolt of lightening. I depended on him, I needed him. I didn't want him to be my best friend, I wanted more from him. It had felt like centuries since I've felt this way and it was almost alien to me, yet I could still recognize it. I was falling in love with Tristan Dugrey! What am I going to do now?
I didn't realized until I was standing in front of my building, that my walk had finished. I hesitantly made my way up the stairs and stopped right outside my door.I sucked in a deep breath before opening the door. I was met with silence. I hung my coat and scarf up and made my way into the livingroom.
Tristan was sitting on the couch, obviously waiting for me. His blue eyes were calm and thoughtful. I stopped behind the couch and looked at him, suddenly feeling awkward, especially with my new found discovery.
"Where's Lexi?" I asked, for lack of anything better to say. Besides, it was a valid question.
"Gone." Came his simple response, he didn't elaborate nor did he take his eyes off me. I averted my gaze, suddenly finding the floor fascinating.
Heavy, awkward silence filled the apartment. It was almost stifling and I willed myself to find the words to break it. Never before had I been in silence this intense, this emotional. Truth ne told, it rattled me and I wasn't one easily rattled.
"So, do you want to finish the movie?" Tristan offered, finally breaking the heavy silence with the simple question.
"Sure. " I replied, seating myself beside him, feeling extremely self concious. I noticed that he was sitting stiffly as well. One thing was for sure, we were in for some rough times.