*Disclaimer: I don't own the series Gilmore Girls or the plot. All I own is
my imagination and the plot.
*A/N: Hey! First of all, I'm so sorry that the people, who have already read this chapter twice!, have to read it again. The first time, I accidentally deleted it and the second time, I deleted it, because I wasn't sure if I wanted to continue this. But I have made up my mind (hopefully) and I really want to see what I can do with this story. So, just bare with me, all of you who have read this chapter before. And thanks! :-)
*~*~*:-)*~*~*Bye, smile :-)
It was almost 10.30 PM when Tristan heard the voice of his father in the study. Tristan didn't look up from his magazine. His father got late night business calls all the time. He even got them during dinner, so Tristan was used to eat dinner alone. Well, not alone, cause of course his mother would be there, but in a way he was always alone. Both of his parents were gone almost the entire day. His dad went to work and his mom went to brunches with her friends followed by another one of her shopping spree's. She spend his dad's money as easily as leaves blew in the wind. And to make herself feel better about spending that amount of cash, she always bought something for Tristan. Clothes or a brand new stereo that was completely unnecessary, since his old one was working just fine.
Tristan sighed and turned the page. He lowered his eyes to the content of the page, but couldn't quite find the subtle concentration to understand what the content was about. Lately that had been happening a lot. He blamed his lack of concentration on one thing, Rory Gilmore, when really it could also be blamed on the fact that he hated being in this house. He hated being around people that hardly acknowledged his presence. And it hurt him deeply to know that those people were his parents. That's why he liked being popular. Everyone noticed him and they reacted to him when he walked among those corridors. Girls gave him the love he missed and the guys gave him the respect he lacked at home.
Tristan closed his magazine and threw it on the floor. He ran his hand over his face, through his hair and back. All of a sudden the sound of panicked voices reached his ears, like waves carried themselves to the shore. He removed his hands from his face and looked at the closed door at the other end of his room. Footsteps could be heard on the other end of it. He swiftly lifted himself off of the bed and made his way to the door. He pulled it open and found his mom standing in the middle of the hallway, crying. Which was unusual, cause his mother was an extremely strong woman. She cursed tears like the Catholic church cursed the devil. Tristan heard a door open and close and brought his eyes up. His dad was putting on his coat while he said something to one of their many maids.
T: ''Mom, what's wrong ?''
He saw that his mom was struggling to say something, but it was impossible through her tears. Tristan who had become acutely impatient, kept his uncaring mask on and waited for his father to reach them. His dad, Alexander DuGrey, looked at his wife before meeting Tristan's worried gaze.
A: ''Janlan just passed away.''
Tristan was shocked by this answer. His grandfather died ? But he wasn't that old, he was full of life.
T: ''Grandpa ?''
Alexander nodded.
A: ''We're going over to his mansion now. One of his maids just called us. Apparently he died in his sleep.''
T: ''I want to come.''
To Tristan's surprise his father shook his head.
A: ''No. I know how fond you were of Janlan, but if you come it will only make things worse.''
T: ''How can my presence make things worse ?''
A: ''If you come there will be too much drama from your side.''
T: ''Drama ?! He's my grandfather !''
Alexander shot Tristan a stern look as he awkwardly put one of his arms around Carolyn DuGrey's shoulders.
A: ''Don't make it any harder than it already is Tristan. You're not coming with us.''
T: ''But...........''
A: ''End of discussion.''
Tristan closed his mouth and nodded.
T: ''Yes sir.''
Alexander seemed pleased by his response and lead Carolyn towards the stairs. As soon as Tristan heard their car leave, he put on his shoes and grabbed his keys. Seconds later he was following the same road as his parents.
When he reached his grandfather's mansion, he got out of his car and made his way into the house. He ignored the words that were said to him by the maids and went up the stairs. He past the study where he and his grandfather had so many conversations and he stopped in front of Janlan's room. The door was closed, but he could hear his mom sobbing on the other end. Without thinking twice, he pushed open the door and stepped into the room. Both his mom and dad looked up at him.
A: ''Tristan..........''
Tristan could hear the disappointment and disapproval in his father's voice, but didn't pay any attention to it. He never did, sure he obeyed his father and did as he told him, but he never really took his advice or listened to him when he talked. Tristan walked over to the bed, wanting to catch a glimpse of his grandfather. He couldn't be dead. His mom was only crying, because one of Janlan and Alexander's business deals wouldn't go through and now she wouldn't be able to go shopping tomorrow.
But once Tristan saw his grandpa, he knew that it was true. Janlan was dead. He lay on his bed with his eyes closed. He was so pale. The blue of his veins could be seen in his hands. It was an awful sight yet peaceful at the same time. It looked as if he was sleeping. And maybe he was, eternally asleep. Only there was a much harsher word for it, that made everything horrifying real. Death. His grandpa wasn't a part of this world anymore.
T: ''Grandpa.''
Tristan kneeled down in front of the bed and started to cry. He knew his father wouldn't accept this, but the couldn't hold it in anymore. He just lost one of his closest friends. He reached for his grandfather's hand and wanted to tap his hand one last time. They way Janlan always used to do with him when he needed reassurance. But he didn't get the chance. Someone grabbed him from behind and pulled him up.
A: ''How dare you disobey me ?''
Tristan pulled himself free and turned around to face his 'dad.'
T: ''I don't give a damn about your orders ! Grandpa's dead and you don't even care !''
C: ''Don't make a scene sweetie.''
Those words stung him and caused him to become even more angry and frustrated at his parents. Don't make a scene ?! His grandfather was dead for god's sake ! He was allowed to make a scene if he wanted to.
T: ''Why are you choosing his side ?! Janlan's dead !''
Carolyn's eyes started to fill with tears again as she looked at Janlan once more.
A: ''Enough ! I want you to leave and go home. Now !''
T: ''No !''
A: ''That's an order !''
Tristan looked at his grandfather once more and lowered his head.
T: ''Yes sir.''
He was defeated once more by his own father. He always won, no matter how hard he tried to fight. If he didn't leave on his own, his dad would have him removed. His own father. Tristan left the room and headed towards the stairs, passing the study on his way. Tomorrow it would be in the paper, tomorrow entire Chilton would know.
*R*E*V*I*E*W*! Please ? :-) I lost all the reviews I had so I would really appreciate it if you would review and keep checking for updates on this story. Thanks! :-)
*A/N: Hey! First of all, I'm so sorry that the people, who have already read this chapter twice!, have to read it again. The first time, I accidentally deleted it and the second time, I deleted it, because I wasn't sure if I wanted to continue this. But I have made up my mind (hopefully) and I really want to see what I can do with this story. So, just bare with me, all of you who have read this chapter before. And thanks! :-)
*~*~*:-)*~*~*Bye, smile :-)
It was almost 10.30 PM when Tristan heard the voice of his father in the study. Tristan didn't look up from his magazine. His father got late night business calls all the time. He even got them during dinner, so Tristan was used to eat dinner alone. Well, not alone, cause of course his mother would be there, but in a way he was always alone. Both of his parents were gone almost the entire day. His dad went to work and his mom went to brunches with her friends followed by another one of her shopping spree's. She spend his dad's money as easily as leaves blew in the wind. And to make herself feel better about spending that amount of cash, she always bought something for Tristan. Clothes or a brand new stereo that was completely unnecessary, since his old one was working just fine.
Tristan sighed and turned the page. He lowered his eyes to the content of the page, but couldn't quite find the subtle concentration to understand what the content was about. Lately that had been happening a lot. He blamed his lack of concentration on one thing, Rory Gilmore, when really it could also be blamed on the fact that he hated being in this house. He hated being around people that hardly acknowledged his presence. And it hurt him deeply to know that those people were his parents. That's why he liked being popular. Everyone noticed him and they reacted to him when he walked among those corridors. Girls gave him the love he missed and the guys gave him the respect he lacked at home.
Tristan closed his magazine and threw it on the floor. He ran his hand over his face, through his hair and back. All of a sudden the sound of panicked voices reached his ears, like waves carried themselves to the shore. He removed his hands from his face and looked at the closed door at the other end of his room. Footsteps could be heard on the other end of it. He swiftly lifted himself off of the bed and made his way to the door. He pulled it open and found his mom standing in the middle of the hallway, crying. Which was unusual, cause his mother was an extremely strong woman. She cursed tears like the Catholic church cursed the devil. Tristan heard a door open and close and brought his eyes up. His dad was putting on his coat while he said something to one of their many maids.
T: ''Mom, what's wrong ?''
He saw that his mom was struggling to say something, but it was impossible through her tears. Tristan who had become acutely impatient, kept his uncaring mask on and waited for his father to reach them. His dad, Alexander DuGrey, looked at his wife before meeting Tristan's worried gaze.
A: ''Janlan just passed away.''
Tristan was shocked by this answer. His grandfather died ? But he wasn't that old, he was full of life.
T: ''Grandpa ?''
Alexander nodded.
A: ''We're going over to his mansion now. One of his maids just called us. Apparently he died in his sleep.''
T: ''I want to come.''
To Tristan's surprise his father shook his head.
A: ''No. I know how fond you were of Janlan, but if you come it will only make things worse.''
T: ''How can my presence make things worse ?''
A: ''If you come there will be too much drama from your side.''
T: ''Drama ?! He's my grandfather !''
Alexander shot Tristan a stern look as he awkwardly put one of his arms around Carolyn DuGrey's shoulders.
A: ''Don't make it any harder than it already is Tristan. You're not coming with us.''
T: ''But...........''
A: ''End of discussion.''
Tristan closed his mouth and nodded.
T: ''Yes sir.''
Alexander seemed pleased by his response and lead Carolyn towards the stairs. As soon as Tristan heard their car leave, he put on his shoes and grabbed his keys. Seconds later he was following the same road as his parents.
When he reached his grandfather's mansion, he got out of his car and made his way into the house. He ignored the words that were said to him by the maids and went up the stairs. He past the study where he and his grandfather had so many conversations and he stopped in front of Janlan's room. The door was closed, but he could hear his mom sobbing on the other end. Without thinking twice, he pushed open the door and stepped into the room. Both his mom and dad looked up at him.
A: ''Tristan..........''
Tristan could hear the disappointment and disapproval in his father's voice, but didn't pay any attention to it. He never did, sure he obeyed his father and did as he told him, but he never really took his advice or listened to him when he talked. Tristan walked over to the bed, wanting to catch a glimpse of his grandfather. He couldn't be dead. His mom was only crying, because one of Janlan and Alexander's business deals wouldn't go through and now she wouldn't be able to go shopping tomorrow.
But once Tristan saw his grandpa, he knew that it was true. Janlan was dead. He lay on his bed with his eyes closed. He was so pale. The blue of his veins could be seen in his hands. It was an awful sight yet peaceful at the same time. It looked as if he was sleeping. And maybe he was, eternally asleep. Only there was a much harsher word for it, that made everything horrifying real. Death. His grandpa wasn't a part of this world anymore.
T: ''Grandpa.''
Tristan kneeled down in front of the bed and started to cry. He knew his father wouldn't accept this, but the couldn't hold it in anymore. He just lost one of his closest friends. He reached for his grandfather's hand and wanted to tap his hand one last time. They way Janlan always used to do with him when he needed reassurance. But he didn't get the chance. Someone grabbed him from behind and pulled him up.
A: ''How dare you disobey me ?''
Tristan pulled himself free and turned around to face his 'dad.'
T: ''I don't give a damn about your orders ! Grandpa's dead and you don't even care !''
C: ''Don't make a scene sweetie.''
Those words stung him and caused him to become even more angry and frustrated at his parents. Don't make a scene ?! His grandfather was dead for god's sake ! He was allowed to make a scene if he wanted to.
T: ''Why are you choosing his side ?! Janlan's dead !''
Carolyn's eyes started to fill with tears again as she looked at Janlan once more.
A: ''Enough ! I want you to leave and go home. Now !''
T: ''No !''
A: ''That's an order !''
Tristan looked at his grandfather once more and lowered his head.
T: ''Yes sir.''
He was defeated once more by his own father. He always won, no matter how hard he tried to fight. If he didn't leave on his own, his dad would have him removed. His own father. Tristan left the room and headed towards the stairs, passing the study on his way. Tomorrow it would be in the paper, tomorrow entire Chilton would know.
*R*E*V*I*E*W*! Please ? :-) I lost all the reviews I had so I would really appreciate it if you would review and keep checking for updates on this story. Thanks! :-)