*: Just Throw It All Away :*
Summary: Tristan's back from military school and ready to pursue "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: I'm flat broke… do you honestly expect me to own Gilmore Girls?
Author's Note: I have just realized that I have been Lane has been lacking in this fanfic, and I've decided to incorporate her. Enjoy the chappie! Haha… new word… chappie.
Chapter 8: An Old, Rusty Penny
-Rory-
"So that's what you've been doing, huh? Screwing around with him? I never thought you could sink that low, Rory."
"Dean, look. We both know that this relationship hasn't exactly been easy for either one of us these past few months-"
"So, you decide to take a break with the accountant?" He glared at me accusingly.
"Fine, I did. Happy? I admit it. I cheated on you with Tristan. I felt attracted to him, the way I haven't been to you for a while now."
"Rory?" Eyes still on Dean, I turned around toward the sound.
"Lane?"
"What's going on?" I saw her glance at Tristan's car in the driveway.
"Oh, um… Dean and I are just talking."
"Oh… well, I just came to pick up the jacket I left here last week. Uh… I'll wait inside," she said cautiously, as she headed for the front door.
I felt extremely uncomfortable in my wet clothes and I felt cold.
"Can we not do this now?"
"Fine. Call me when you're ready. Or at least when you're not fooling around with Abercrombie."
"You have no right to call him that."
"Oh, and I suppose that it's okay if he calls me Bag Boy?"
"No. It's not. Neither of you have the right to call each other childish names. You barely even know each other's last names! So, you will leave him alone. And he will do the same for you."
I turned around, in a fury, and made my way home, slamming the door behind me. I felt the warm tears, pricking the back of my eyes.
"Rory?" Lane approached me slowly. Embarrassed, I quickly used the back of my hands to wipe away the salty drops that were about to fall.
"Yeah."
"You wanna talk?"
"Where are Tristan and my mom?"
"Tristan's in the kitchen and your mom's on the phone with Michel I think."
"Oh, do you want to sleepover? We can get a chance to catch up."
"Sure."
"Great. Let me take care of Tristan and you can run home and ask your mom. Just say we're studying for finals."
Lane waved goodbye and set out for her own house.
"Tristan?" I stepped into the kitchen. Watching Tristan drink a cup of coffee.
Before I could say anything more, my mom raced down the stairs, headed towards the door.
"Sweetie, Sookie set something on fire again. I gotta get to the inn. Go to Luke's for dinner and just charge it on the tab!"
"Okay!" The door slammed behind her, as she raced to the Jeep, hurrying to get the Inn.
"Tristan," I called out again.
-Tristan-
"What? Oh, sorry, I didn't hear you."
"It's okay."
Awkward silence followed.
"Is that Sapphire?!"
I was completely confused by her outburst.
"What's a Sapphire?"
"You mean who. Sapphire is my coffee mug!"
"Oh. Right. It was the only clean one, so, yeah. Sorry."
"It's okay. But um…. Can I have some coffee?"
I was completely thrown off by that one.
"Uh… sure. Here." I handed her the cup, my fingers grazing her cold ones.
As she lifted the rim up to her lips, I noticed they were slightly blue. It was a pretty cool day, but I don't think that it was cold enough to cause blue lips.
"Mar… you might want to change."
"Yeah, just let me get some caffeine into me." I smiled, once a coffee junkie, always a coffee junkie.
A few minutes later, Rory's lips weren't as blue anymore, and I guess she felt better with caffeine inside her, she started talking again.
"Um… Dean and I are taking a break." And this just made my day, no my week. Actually… maybe my month. I've been waiting for this for years. The fireworks are exploding, the orchestra is playing, and the sun is shining. Aah… life is good.
"But I kind of need to think things out."
The fireworks fizzled, the orchestra stopped, and the sun disappeared into drab clouds.
"I… um, I'd invite you to stay, but Lane's sleeping over. So… I guess I'll see you tomorrow."
Yeah. Great. This girl really knows how to toy with feelings. One minute I'm feeling like a million bucks, and the next, I'm like an old, rusty penny.
"Yeah, see you tomorrow." I stood up, and decided to give her a kiss. Although, this time, I'll be a gentleman.
I kissed her on the cheek and made my way out of the door, to my car.
A/N 2: I know I'm sorry that was kind of a short chapter! I'm kind of suffering from a writer's block *grr…*, and I'm a little sick as well. Thanks for all those reviews! I'm over 100!!!! And for all those people telling me when One Tree Hill is on. I'll be sure to watch! Hehe… Chad Michael Murray will be very yummy in that show, I bet!
Gilly- if you're reading. I miss you so much! Love ya lots!!