*: Just Throw It All Away :*
Summary: Tristin's back from military school and ready to purse "Mary" for the second time. But is Rory willing to give up everything she's ever dreamed of for love? My first Trory fanfic.
Disclaimer: Nothing is mine… not even the incredibly hot Chad Michael Murray… if he was. I'd be… bonding with him.
Author's Note: Aaah… the reviews! They're overwhelming! I love all of you SO much! And if you haven't reviewed yet, don't worry, you still have time to earn my love!
There's some Trory action in this one for all you Trory obsessed freaks like me. Don't we all wish that we were Rory Gilmore?
Chapter 4: Promise to be a Gentleman?
-Rory-
As we pulled up in my driveway, I admitted that I had a good time.
"See, I'm not all that bad."
"Yeah, well, you have a lot to make up for."
"C'mon, I'll walk you to your door."
"Thanks."
"Uh… I'd invite you in, but my mom's not home."
"So, you don't trust me?" he said, with puppy eyes.
"Sorry, Romeo, you still have to earn that."
"I'll leave if you give me a kiss," he whispered into my ear, as he trapped me between him and my door.
I shuddered. NO, BAD BODY!
"No, I have a boyfriend," I meant to say it stronger, but it came out so weak and quiet.
"How bout one on the cheek?" he enveloped me into a hug and sent a puppy face towards me. Aww… he has such a cute puppy face!
Well, Miss Patty has a class today, she won't be back for another five minutes. I'll be able to send him out by then. No one would find out. It was so tempting.
"Just one! And on the cheek!"
"Okay." Tristin looked as if Christmas had come early.
"Promise to be a gentleman?"
"Well, I can't promise. But I'll try."
"You better, DuGrey, or your most prized possession is-" I made a slit motion over my neck.
He tried to look innocent, but trust me; it's not one of his better qualities.
I eyed him suspiciously, and closed it. His face was turned. At the last minute, he turned his face. And my lips landed straight on his.
I couldn't help but kiss back. I wrapped my hands around his neck, playing with his hair, as his hands slid around my waist. His was so soft. But that was the last thing on my mind.
I'm kissing Tristin DuGrey. Oh my god, I'm kissing Tristin DuGrey! I pulled away and lowered my hands.
-Tristin-
She stared at her feet, and said softly, "You said you were going to be a gentleman."
"I said, I'll try."
She started crying.
"Hey, hey, hey… look at me." I tipped her face up, causing her to lock eyes with me, Blue against blue.
I kissed away her tears, hoping to make her feel better.
"Mary, don't cry." I gave her another kiss on the lips.
And she responded, surprisingly, stronger then before.
After a while, she pulled away, with a shocked look on her face.
"I have to go. I'll see you at school."
And with that, she left me standing on her porch, the door slammed in my face.
-Rory-
A few moments later, I heard a car pull up into the driveway. Praying that it was Tristan, I peeked through the window in the living room.
It was my mother; I glanced at the clock, and noticed that she wasn't supposed to be home for another hour.
I did some quick math in my head. Tristan had left a few minutes ago; we got here around ten minutes ago. It takes around ten minutes to get home from the inn. I took another peek, this time at Ms. Patty's house. She was home. For how long I don't know. But my bet is that, Ms. Patty called my mom, and ratted me out.
I ran up to my room, just in time, and crawled into my covers, pretending to be asleep, Chilton uniform and all.
"Rooorryyy! Oh, Rory!"
"Rory, I know you're not asleep."
I continued to 'slumber.'
"You see, when you are actually asleep, you do this cute little wiggly thing with your nose."
As if on cue, I did a cute little wiggly thing with my nose.
"Okay, up lady. Now, I know you're really not asleep, because you don't do a cute little wiggly thing with your nose."
"Okay, okay." I sat up and faced my mother.
"So, uh, why are you home so early?"
"Well, you see the weird thing is, I got a telephone call today from Ms. Patty," she pretended to think hard, as she paced my floor, "and you know what she told me?"
"Um… I dunno… enlighten me!"
"Well, let's see, that Rory was getting hot and heavy with a Greek God on our front porch, while his shiny Beemer was parked in the driveway, her words exactly. So I rushed home, just to check on what was going on, making sure that my one and only daughter was being taken advantage of and to also piss Michel off, but that was just a perk. What do you think?"
I chuckled nervously, "We always knew Ms. Patty was delusional! She's hallucinating! So what'd Michel do this time?"
"Well, Sookie and him were fighting again as usual. About what I don't know, but then just to get her really steamed, he tasted her sauce right out of the pan with his finger. And it wasn't ready yet! And you know Sookie, she never lets anyone taste test her food besides herself, so she whacked Michel on the head, and was about to pick up an empty skillet to whack him again, when I intervened, and saved Michel from a concussion. As he walked out the kitchen doors, I swear I heard him calling me foul names in French." She said this all very rushed, and with hand motions to go along with it.
"But, mom, you don't even know French."
"They sounded bad!"
"Wait…hey! You changed the subject. Back to the more important topic. Who was the Greek God? And why were you sucking face with him, when you have Dean? Although, if that was me, I would be too, but this is not me, this is you, so why, huh?"
"Well-"
"Wait! Let me get some popcorn and coffee… it'll be like watching a soap opera, drama, hot guys, and torn feelings."
It took me around ten minutes for me to explain the whole situation to me mom.
"So why'd you start crying?" she asked, stuffing more popcorn into her mouth, and washing it down with coffee.
"I felt so guilty, because Dean treats me like a princess, and then I go off and cheat on him with Tristin! The same Tristin that he hates! It'd be like stabbing a knife in his heart, and then twisting it!
"Whoo… slow down there. How bout we go to Luke's? And then, we come back, you can do your homework and whatever other crap Chilton assigns you, go to bed, and then tomorrow morning, you can confront Tristin and tell him it was all a mistake. Okay?
"Okay… can we do Ben & Jerry's after Luke's though?"
"You really have to ask?"
Author's Ramblings: This was a long chapter! And this fanfic… it's definitely not fluff… it's a little depressing I think in the end. So, t here are some twists, and it's bittersweet.
Before I forget feedback clarification.
Epitome- It's spelled Tristin, but I don't really care how they spell it, because we all know they're talking about the same guy.
Sara- Thank you! I guess all that proofreading paid off, huh?
Trory4ever- Amen for Trory stories! And Chad Michael Murray, too! ^_^
Virpi- Finland… very cool.
Trgirl- I know what you mean! God, sometimes during the old episodes (when he as still in Gilmore Girls… but not anymore *tear*) I'd yell at Rory and Tristin to get together already! I swear, you could cut the sexual tension with a jacksaw!
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