AN: OMG. I TOTALLY DESERVE TO HAVE TOMATOES THROWN AT ME - ROTTEN ONES, IN
FACT.
I am so sorry to everyone who been wondering where in the WORLD I had disappeared to!
I just had so many little drama's that needed urgent attention and I just didn't have time to really write.
And I truly, truly, madly, deeply apologise.
But does anyone want to hear some good news?
All my little drama's have worked out so I suppose there is a ounce of truth in that whole: everything happens for a reason mumbo-jumbo.
And the other good news is that I can play the titanic theme on the piano. Cool eh? ;)
Oh by the way, a shout out to my darling Rocker freak (now known as Mzfreak), who is an absolutely fantastic person and a truly talented writer.have you read her stuff?
(If you haven't, bookmark this page, go find her stories and read you fool read! You call yourself a trory fan? Tsk-you got that right mister/missy, I am scolding you, unless you have read her stuff then I advise that you just scroll down and ignore this semi-threat :)
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[NEWS WEEKLY - TRISTAN DUGREY AND LLG.FOREVER?
Apparently not, as sources say that the couple have hit a rocky path in their relationship, with LLG refusing to say those three words that would have critics silenced for a moment about a passé relationship.
But as we also found out, their relationship has been a rocky one from the start...the very start - Chilton Prep academy, located in Hartford.
LLG and Tristan Dugrey shared their first kiss at a party of a close school friend's, and although Tristan was unattached....LLG wasn't.
Her boyfriend of that time never found out about the incident in the cliché piano room but really, how much could Mary and Bibleboy have hated each other when they're pashing in a dark room unknowst to many of their classmates who had been speculating on the exact nature of their sparring relationship?]
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Rory walked into the kitchen, watching Tristan in his boxers as he was rummaging through the pantry for some food.
She smiled.
"Enjoying the view?" He asked, his voice muffled.
Rory rolled her eyes and sat down, idly beginning to flip through the paper.
She glanced and saw her initials in a small snippet of an article and began to read with interest.
She froze.
"Tristan...." She called slowly, "...Why is this in the paper?"
"What?" He asked, coming to sit down, and craning his neck to get a look at what she was referring too.
His brow furrowed after he finished reading and he glanced quickly at her.
"I didn't say anything." He said defensively.
She was quiet.
"Its....its not that big a deal is it?" Tristan asked cautiously.
A moment. Then a sigh. "No, I guess not. Its just that....i don't know, they made me sound like such a cheat...." She shrugged helplessly.
"But you're not," He said reassuringly, "And you love me, so it's no big thing."
Silence.
Tristan sat back in alarm. "..Do-Don't you?" He said after a moment, his brow furrowing in the process.
Rory slowly lifted her eyes until her eyes met his.
She didn't say anything.
"Well I love you." Tristan said to the floor.
"Tristan," She said, exasperated, "You understand, don't you? I've-I've been hurt a lot in the past....." She trailed off.
He nodded. "Listen, I've got to be somewhere, I'll see you later."
"Trista-"
He kissed her forehead quickly and walked into her bedroom to get dressed.
Rory was silent as she stared at the paper, wondering how they had found out.
Tristan left, saying goodbye to Rory with a sort of emotional detachment evident in his voice.
Rory let it go, knowing that he was wrong to assume, but also knowing that she had hurt him.
She thought back to yesterday, her mind helplessly drifting, when they had spent a rare afternoon by themselves in a practically deserted park.
They had laughed over stupid trivial things and he had made her laugh even harder by tripping over the one of the bench legs, growling at her to stop which effectively made her stifle her giggles.
He had then grinned and smothered her with warm kisses.
She remembered touching his soft hair, having him catch her hand and rub it soothingly, how his eyes would twinkle in such amusement when she made silly comments about toy sailing boats, how warm his hug was when he realized she was cold and how they had watched the sunset on that green hill in such immense silence Rory felt as if she could hear his heart beat if she listened hard enough.
God.
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Tristan walked down the street, eyes downcast, forcing smiles along the way.
He didn't imagine she would love him unconditionally, but he couldn't have imagined how much it actually hurt to hear it.
He forced his jaw to relax, and ran a hand through his mussed hair.
They had such a great time the day before, Rulle lake park had been nearly empty, while they had sat at a bench, while he had watched her in fascination as her deep blue eyes stared back at him innocently, as she teased him relentlessly for being scared of oompa loompa's, as he had brushed her hair aside and how she had blushed, and how he realized he could gaze at her all day.god.
His cell phone beeped.
Agitated at being interrupted, he checked the message.
Bible boy, I'm sorry, and I love you.Always yours, Mary.
People walking past briefly wondered what could have happened that made the blond in the Gucci jacket smile like that.
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[E! - TOMMY HILFIGER'S NEW CONNECTION
In an anticipated turn of events yesterday, Tommy Hilfiger has revealed his dealings with Tristan Dugrey and Lorelai Leigh Gilmore in a multi-million dollar contract for a new fragrance which will be hitting the stores mid June.
Like a true spokesperson, Lorelai Leigh Gilmore was happy to offer a tidbit to eager listeners, claiming that the new fragrance will be 'truly revolutionary'.
Well it would be, with the amount those two are being paid, added to the stress of filming their new film The Red Dolls, directed by Cameron Weir.]
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Rory shook hands with the photographer eagerly.
"Rory." She smiled brightly.
"Ash." He replied, giving a thin smile.
Tristan, next to her, shifted his carry bag. "Tristan, nice to be working with you."
"We're going to have a fabulous day," He said seriously, looking at them both as if daring them to contradict, "Mr. Hilfiger is very pleased you're here."
"Actually sounded like fun." Rory reassured as Tristan smirked beside her.
"If you'd follow me," Ash began walking, "This is make-up..equipment room...wardrobe..you guys can leave your things here..break room...and that's pretty much it. Oh, and we're going to be doing the shots outside."
He urged them to look.
Rory peeked.
She took a breath.
When she had come into the relatively small building, she hadn't looked around for a beach.
But there it was, empty.
And incredibly beautiful as the water lapped onto the sand.
"We have to hurry," Ash ushered them towards the make up room, "We're on a tight schedule. Its to be filmed when the sun is setting and we have to get it right in about that hour otherwise you two will be back tomorrow. But first of all, you have to wear the contacts."
Rory shared a look with Tristan.
Ash pointed to a table, and then left them with Jane. Jane instructed them for quite a while, with Rory constantly losing the contacts and Tristan getting extremely frustrated.
"I can't get these stupid things in!" Rory pouted, glaring at the yellow contact on her finger tip.
"Come on," Jane coaxed, "I swear, its really easy once you get the hang of it."
Tristan growled, having been unsuccessful for the twentieth time. "I like the idea of the yellow contacts, but seriously..." He trailed off.
Rory scrunched up her nose. "Tris, you just dropped it."
She smiled.
He gave a heavy sigh. "Seriously." He repeated, giving Jane a doubtful look, getting an amused shrug in return and a triumphant 'YES!' from Rory, who had managed to get a contact in.
"Now the other one.." Jane encouraged.
Rory gave her a tragic look making Jane and Tristan laugh.
Eventually, Jane had to use brute force to get the contacts in then they both proceeded to meet Tess, their make up artist along with Jane.
Tess rimmed Rory's eyes heavily with liquid black liner, supposedly for the 'cat' effect, and at one point, Tristan made Rory laugh so hard that she moved, thus Tess streaked the eye liner down Rory's cheek, causing an almost fit from Ash, who had come to inspect progress. After an extra fifteen minutes on Tristan's hair (they said that they didn't know it would be so messy), they went to wardrobe, where Jason fitted them into light, earthy clothing, with one black item, which for Rory was a crystal necklace the colour of onyx.
Rory couldn't stop peering into her eyes, they were so vibrantly yellow, it was kind of scary, but very catlike.
"Finally," Ash cried, "We are ready to start!"
"You two look amazing." Jane assured, pausing to fix Tristan's hair momentarily.
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As the sky deepened into orange, then pink, then red, Ash managed to take a million shots, telling Rory and Tristan to just 'act natural, pretend the camera isn't even here'.
So they did just that.
"What do you think?" Rory asked Tristan playfully, tilting her head, "Yellow eyes forever?"
He smirked at her, grabbing her waist as she shrieked.
CLICK.
CLICK.
CLICK.
"I like your blue eyes thank you very much." He told her teasingly.
She pouted at him, sitting down on the sand. He followed suit. "Really..." She mused, "What if I had..three legs?"
He made a face at her as she laughed. "Why would you have three legs?"
She shrugged. "I don't know!" She proclaimed, the breeze whipping her hair around,
"This is a hypothetical Bibleboy! There are no ethnics or genetics involved!"
"Well Mare," He said, smirking lazily as she leant into him, "What if my name was Rumpelstiltkins?"
"Pause! Stop it right there!" Ash yelled, clicking away madly as Jane came over to fix Rory's hair again, "...okay, act natural again!"
Tristan smirked. "...well? Rumpelstiltskin?"
She grinned, stretching out her legs in front of her. "That's silly."
"Of course it's silly," He mused, kissing her ear briefly, "But remember, this is a hypothetical, there are no-"
She whacked him, crossing her arms and she looked back at him. "You use my ammunition against me!" She accused.
"I do no such thing," He said innocently.
"Oh yeah?" She scoffed, "Then what do you call it?"
"Call what?" He smiled mischeviously, "Thi-" He sprung up just as the tide hit Rory, soaking her back as the water hit her bare legs.
She screeched, then grinned and flung water at Tristan.
He was laughing as he came back and picked her up, both of them half drenched.
He kissed her nose.
She sighed in content as he twirled her around amidst her laughter.
Ash was having one of those golden moments.
"Tommy..." Ash whispered to his assistant, still clicking away from a different angle, "...that man is a genius..."
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Rory sat back and sipped at the coffee provided next to her.
It had been a tiring few hours, but by the look on Ash's face, it had been worth it.
He looked beyond pleased.
"Good news?" Tristan whispered.
"Okay, Tommy wants you two to have the final say on what appears on the ads."
handed them three photo's.
Tristan peered over her shoulder.
"What do you think?" Ash asked after a moment.
"That one." Tristan and Rory said simultaneously, pointing at the middle one.
Ash smiled. "Good choice."
He took them and walked off, his phone flipping out in the process.
"So what, my humiliation of being almost overthrown by the tide will be splashed onto billboards?"
He gave her arm a squeeze, his small grin infectious. "Pretty much Mary."
She tilted her head. "But I did look quite cute in your arms." She said innocently.
He smiled at her. "Has that ever been in doubt?"
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AN: Anyway, thank you SO infinitely much those who have reviewed and been just generally reading.
Reading is good.
Reading is very good.
Go to your nearby library.
Explore your nearby library.
Love your nearby library.
Get a shrine placed in your bedroom.or you could just sit in front of the computer, whatever tickles your fancy nancy.
And I'll just let you in on a little secret.I've been working on another story.almost obsessively you could say.and I can guarantee that this upcoming story (which will be posted as SOON as I finish it) will be nothing you have seen on this site before : )
LOOK OUT FOR: DAT OL' FATE JUKEBOX IN THE NEARBY FUTURE!
Review if you can be bothered, I will love you anyway. Mwa! to all.
I am so sorry to everyone who been wondering where in the WORLD I had disappeared to!
I just had so many little drama's that needed urgent attention and I just didn't have time to really write.
And I truly, truly, madly, deeply apologise.
But does anyone want to hear some good news?
All my little drama's have worked out so I suppose there is a ounce of truth in that whole: everything happens for a reason mumbo-jumbo.
And the other good news is that I can play the titanic theme on the piano. Cool eh? ;)
Oh by the way, a shout out to my darling Rocker freak (now known as Mzfreak), who is an absolutely fantastic person and a truly talented writer.have you read her stuff?
(If you haven't, bookmark this page, go find her stories and read you fool read! You call yourself a trory fan? Tsk-you got that right mister/missy, I am scolding you, unless you have read her stuff then I advise that you just scroll down and ignore this semi-threat :)
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[NEWS WEEKLY - TRISTAN DUGREY AND LLG.FOREVER?
Apparently not, as sources say that the couple have hit a rocky path in their relationship, with LLG refusing to say those three words that would have critics silenced for a moment about a passé relationship.
But as we also found out, their relationship has been a rocky one from the start...the very start - Chilton Prep academy, located in Hartford.
LLG and Tristan Dugrey shared their first kiss at a party of a close school friend's, and although Tristan was unattached....LLG wasn't.
Her boyfriend of that time never found out about the incident in the cliché piano room but really, how much could Mary and Bibleboy have hated each other when they're pashing in a dark room unknowst to many of their classmates who had been speculating on the exact nature of their sparring relationship?]
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Rory walked into the kitchen, watching Tristan in his boxers as he was rummaging through the pantry for some food.
She smiled.
"Enjoying the view?" He asked, his voice muffled.
Rory rolled her eyes and sat down, idly beginning to flip through the paper.
She glanced and saw her initials in a small snippet of an article and began to read with interest.
She froze.
"Tristan...." She called slowly, "...Why is this in the paper?"
"What?" He asked, coming to sit down, and craning his neck to get a look at what she was referring too.
His brow furrowed after he finished reading and he glanced quickly at her.
"I didn't say anything." He said defensively.
She was quiet.
"Its....its not that big a deal is it?" Tristan asked cautiously.
A moment. Then a sigh. "No, I guess not. Its just that....i don't know, they made me sound like such a cheat...." She shrugged helplessly.
"But you're not," He said reassuringly, "And you love me, so it's no big thing."
Silence.
Tristan sat back in alarm. "..Do-Don't you?" He said after a moment, his brow furrowing in the process.
Rory slowly lifted her eyes until her eyes met his.
She didn't say anything.
"Well I love you." Tristan said to the floor.
"Tristan," She said, exasperated, "You understand, don't you? I've-I've been hurt a lot in the past....." She trailed off.
He nodded. "Listen, I've got to be somewhere, I'll see you later."
"Trista-"
He kissed her forehead quickly and walked into her bedroom to get dressed.
Rory was silent as she stared at the paper, wondering how they had found out.
Tristan left, saying goodbye to Rory with a sort of emotional detachment evident in his voice.
Rory let it go, knowing that he was wrong to assume, but also knowing that she had hurt him.
She thought back to yesterday, her mind helplessly drifting, when they had spent a rare afternoon by themselves in a practically deserted park.
They had laughed over stupid trivial things and he had made her laugh even harder by tripping over the one of the bench legs, growling at her to stop which effectively made her stifle her giggles.
He had then grinned and smothered her with warm kisses.
She remembered touching his soft hair, having him catch her hand and rub it soothingly, how his eyes would twinkle in such amusement when she made silly comments about toy sailing boats, how warm his hug was when he realized she was cold and how they had watched the sunset on that green hill in such immense silence Rory felt as if she could hear his heart beat if she listened hard enough.
God.
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Tristan walked down the street, eyes downcast, forcing smiles along the way.
He didn't imagine she would love him unconditionally, but he couldn't have imagined how much it actually hurt to hear it.
He forced his jaw to relax, and ran a hand through his mussed hair.
They had such a great time the day before, Rulle lake park had been nearly empty, while they had sat at a bench, while he had watched her in fascination as her deep blue eyes stared back at him innocently, as she teased him relentlessly for being scared of oompa loompa's, as he had brushed her hair aside and how she had blushed, and how he realized he could gaze at her all day.god.
His cell phone beeped.
Agitated at being interrupted, he checked the message.
Bible boy, I'm sorry, and I love you.Always yours, Mary.
People walking past briefly wondered what could have happened that made the blond in the Gucci jacket smile like that.
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[E! - TOMMY HILFIGER'S NEW CONNECTION
In an anticipated turn of events yesterday, Tommy Hilfiger has revealed his dealings with Tristan Dugrey and Lorelai Leigh Gilmore in a multi-million dollar contract for a new fragrance which will be hitting the stores mid June.
Like a true spokesperson, Lorelai Leigh Gilmore was happy to offer a tidbit to eager listeners, claiming that the new fragrance will be 'truly revolutionary'.
Well it would be, with the amount those two are being paid, added to the stress of filming their new film The Red Dolls, directed by Cameron Weir.]
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Rory shook hands with the photographer eagerly.
"Rory." She smiled brightly.
"Ash." He replied, giving a thin smile.
Tristan, next to her, shifted his carry bag. "Tristan, nice to be working with you."
"We're going to have a fabulous day," He said seriously, looking at them both as if daring them to contradict, "Mr. Hilfiger is very pleased you're here."
"Actually sounded like fun." Rory reassured as Tristan smirked beside her.
"If you'd follow me," Ash began walking, "This is make-up..equipment room...wardrobe..you guys can leave your things here..break room...and that's pretty much it. Oh, and we're going to be doing the shots outside."
He urged them to look.
Rory peeked.
She took a breath.
When she had come into the relatively small building, she hadn't looked around for a beach.
But there it was, empty.
And incredibly beautiful as the water lapped onto the sand.
"We have to hurry," Ash ushered them towards the make up room, "We're on a tight schedule. Its to be filmed when the sun is setting and we have to get it right in about that hour otherwise you two will be back tomorrow. But first of all, you have to wear the contacts."
Rory shared a look with Tristan.
Ash pointed to a table, and then left them with Jane. Jane instructed them for quite a while, with Rory constantly losing the contacts and Tristan getting extremely frustrated.
"I can't get these stupid things in!" Rory pouted, glaring at the yellow contact on her finger tip.
"Come on," Jane coaxed, "I swear, its really easy once you get the hang of it."
Tristan growled, having been unsuccessful for the twentieth time. "I like the idea of the yellow contacts, but seriously..." He trailed off.
Rory scrunched up her nose. "Tris, you just dropped it."
She smiled.
He gave a heavy sigh. "Seriously." He repeated, giving Jane a doubtful look, getting an amused shrug in return and a triumphant 'YES!' from Rory, who had managed to get a contact in.
"Now the other one.." Jane encouraged.
Rory gave her a tragic look making Jane and Tristan laugh.
Eventually, Jane had to use brute force to get the contacts in then they both proceeded to meet Tess, their make up artist along with Jane.
Tess rimmed Rory's eyes heavily with liquid black liner, supposedly for the 'cat' effect, and at one point, Tristan made Rory laugh so hard that she moved, thus Tess streaked the eye liner down Rory's cheek, causing an almost fit from Ash, who had come to inspect progress. After an extra fifteen minutes on Tristan's hair (they said that they didn't know it would be so messy), they went to wardrobe, where Jason fitted them into light, earthy clothing, with one black item, which for Rory was a crystal necklace the colour of onyx.
Rory couldn't stop peering into her eyes, they were so vibrantly yellow, it was kind of scary, but very catlike.
"Finally," Ash cried, "We are ready to start!"
"You two look amazing." Jane assured, pausing to fix Tristan's hair momentarily.
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As the sky deepened into orange, then pink, then red, Ash managed to take a million shots, telling Rory and Tristan to just 'act natural, pretend the camera isn't even here'.
So they did just that.
"What do you think?" Rory asked Tristan playfully, tilting her head, "Yellow eyes forever?"
He smirked at her, grabbing her waist as she shrieked.
CLICK.
CLICK.
CLICK.
"I like your blue eyes thank you very much." He told her teasingly.
She pouted at him, sitting down on the sand. He followed suit. "Really..." She mused, "What if I had..three legs?"
He made a face at her as she laughed. "Why would you have three legs?"
She shrugged. "I don't know!" She proclaimed, the breeze whipping her hair around,
"This is a hypothetical Bibleboy! There are no ethnics or genetics involved!"
"Well Mare," He said, smirking lazily as she leant into him, "What if my name was Rumpelstiltkins?"
"Pause! Stop it right there!" Ash yelled, clicking away madly as Jane came over to fix Rory's hair again, "...okay, act natural again!"
Tristan smirked. "...well? Rumpelstiltskin?"
She grinned, stretching out her legs in front of her. "That's silly."
"Of course it's silly," He mused, kissing her ear briefly, "But remember, this is a hypothetical, there are no-"
She whacked him, crossing her arms and she looked back at him. "You use my ammunition against me!" She accused.
"I do no such thing," He said innocently.
"Oh yeah?" She scoffed, "Then what do you call it?"
"Call what?" He smiled mischeviously, "Thi-" He sprung up just as the tide hit Rory, soaking her back as the water hit her bare legs.
She screeched, then grinned and flung water at Tristan.
He was laughing as he came back and picked her up, both of them half drenched.
He kissed her nose.
She sighed in content as he twirled her around amidst her laughter.
Ash was having one of those golden moments.
"Tommy..." Ash whispered to his assistant, still clicking away from a different angle, "...that man is a genius..."
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Rory sat back and sipped at the coffee provided next to her.
It had been a tiring few hours, but by the look on Ash's face, it had been worth it.
He looked beyond pleased.
"Good news?" Tristan whispered.
"Okay, Tommy wants you two to have the final say on what appears on the ads."
handed them three photo's.
Tristan peered over her shoulder.
"What do you think?" Ash asked after a moment.
"That one." Tristan and Rory said simultaneously, pointing at the middle one.
Ash smiled. "Good choice."
He took them and walked off, his phone flipping out in the process.
"So what, my humiliation of being almost overthrown by the tide will be splashed onto billboards?"
He gave her arm a squeeze, his small grin infectious. "Pretty much Mary."
She tilted her head. "But I did look quite cute in your arms." She said innocently.
He smiled at her. "Has that ever been in doubt?"
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AN: Anyway, thank you SO infinitely much those who have reviewed and been just generally reading.
Reading is good.
Reading is very good.
Go to your nearby library.
Explore your nearby library.
Love your nearby library.
Get a shrine placed in your bedroom.or you could just sit in front of the computer, whatever tickles your fancy nancy.
And I'll just let you in on a little secret.I've been working on another story.almost obsessively you could say.and I can guarantee that this upcoming story (which will be posted as SOON as I finish it) will be nothing you have seen on this site before : )
LOOK OUT FOR: DAT OL' FATE JUKEBOX IN THE NEARBY FUTURE!
Review if you can be bothered, I will love you anyway. Mwa! to all.