*: 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: It would be nice to own the Gilmore Girls and be rolling in dough… but it would be even nicer to own Chad Michael Murray… of course, these are just silly dreams. What would make you think they'd actually come true? I WANT A CHAD MICHAEL MURRAY OF MY OWN!!!! *whines*
Author's Note: Thank you guys for all those reviews! You guys are very sweet! I am at home sick today, so I decided to write some more, seeing as I am flat-out bored… don't expect too much out of this chapter though… I'm suffering from the dreaded writer's block!
And I'm very sorry for not telling you guys sooner, but One Tree Hill premiered on Tuesday night, September 23rd, 9 eastern time/ 8 central. There was an encore presentation on Wednesday though. I'm so sorry for not telling you guys sooner!
This chapter is for Gilly, my best friend, who if she had not kicked me in the ass and sent me tons of emails telling me to get on the ball and write some more or else she would kill someone, this chapter would not be here… so thank you, Gilly. And all of you should be thanking her, too!
Chapter 9: The Bad Ass
-Rory-
"Rory, where are you?"
"Hey, Lane, I'm in my mom's room."
I heard a dull thud and footsteps coming up the stairs.
I lifted my head from beneath the bed, hair disheveled and also slightly dusty.
"Rory? What are you doing?"
"Oh… I couldn't find the Bose's. I think my mom hid them again." I, of course, was refereeing to my fluffy, mouse slippers. Ever since Luke gave them to me for Christmas, my mother's been quite fond of them.
"Rory, c'mon, I'm getting a candy crave. You can live one night without them."
"Wait… hold on. Just let me check the laundry hamper!" I headed to the bathroom, snooping through my mom's hamper; towards the bottom were my beloved slippers!
"GOT 'EM!"
"Good, now can we eat now?"
…#...
"So, what you're saying is, you want to be with him, and you like him, but you can't be with him because you don't want to?"
"Right."
"You know, all this confusion can't be good for my brain."
After wrapping up Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory and X-Men, we started talking. My mom had actually passed up movie night for her bed. Although I had a sneaking suspicious she had taken the bag of marshmallows with her, since I don't remember eating them, and now I can't find them.
"Rory. What's to be afraid of?" Lane managed to saw through a mouthful of Twizzlers.
"Okay, Lane… you are aware that he has the nickname "King of Chilton," right?"
She nodded her head up and down slowly.
"So… that must apply because of all the girls he has…"
She continued to nod up and down, absent mindedly. Suddenly, she snapped out of her reverie.
"Oh! Oh! Because of all the girls that he's… oh…."
"Yeah," I was kind of embarrassed. I mean, I had just fallen for the King of Chilton. The "bad ass." The player. The one relationship that could never work out.
Author's Note: I'm really tired and I have writer's block… I'm so sorry I didn't send it for you to beta-read Caitlin!
-jasmine1314