HEY!!!!!!!!
Haha, thanks for all of the reviews and I looked back over the chapter in
light of the reviews and I see that a lot of things weren't explained or up
to scratch so I have some explaining to do!
The whole Rory's plan for Tristan was doomed to fail from the beginning, that was my plan, you see Tristan had a plan too and the reason Rory was being nice to Tristan and dancing with him when she was meant to be mad with him was to lure him into a sense of .security, if you will. That was the reasoning behind the outfit too, Rory never dresses like that and she was meant to look really hot to catch Tristan's attention, she was still thinking along the lines of their game, anything to gain the upper hand. Does that make more or less sense?
Smile1- thank you for saying that about the ending because I agree with you but I needed it to be extreme because there can be no chance of Tristan being able to comfort her which he would've been able to do had she been calm.maybe that doesn't make sense but I had my reasons for doing it!
Also I realise that my chapters are pretty short but I feel that that very thing allows me to update more often because I say what I have to say in each chapter without dragging it out so then I get to move on and begin the next with a definite plan.
On with the story:
Rory sat on her bed, looking at the packed bag on the ground in the middle of the room, it was Saturday morning and she was getting ready to catch her plane. After her mother called the night before, Tristan had driven her home and gone back to the party to tell their friends what was happening once he had made sure she was okay. The truth was she wasn't okay. Her mom had popped her head in a few minutes ago to tell her the plane was leaving in two hours. Her mom wasn't going with her; instead she had gotten a call from Paris that morning to say that her friends were going with her and that she would pick her up.
She heard a car pull up outside followed by the beeping of a horn. Slowly Rory picked up her bag and left her room, taking a last look around it. When she stepped out into the cold November air she saw Paris leaning against her car with a hot cup of coffee from Luke's in her hand, wordlessly she handed it to Rory before taking her bag and put it beside her own in the trunk. Rory got into the car and waited for Paris to start the engine. When she did, Rory finally asked her,
'So how many are actually coming?'
'Everyone even Lane managed to get permission but her mom insisted on bringing her to the airport herself. Why isn't your mom going?'
'She burned that bridge a long time ago; she can't go back there, not yet. Can you stop by the inn, I want to say goodbye.'
'Of course.'
*
Rory and Lorelai's goodbye had been a tearful one. Lorelai felt horrible for not going with her daughter but she wasn't able to go back there, she would be some day but not now. In a way she felt like it might be good for Rory to go without her, she had been Rory's shield before but now Rory would have to face everything alone and she might just come back all the stronger for it.
Rory and Paris reached the airport and quickly found all of their friends waiting for them. They had all been sitting in the waiting area but they stood up on seeing Rory and Paris walk towards them. Louise, Madeline and lane all moved towards Rory wordlessly and hugged her. The boys stood back a little, not sure of what they were supposed to be doing.
'Hey Ror,' Tristan said as she walked towards the boys.
Rory nodded at him in greeting before being hugged individually by each of the guys. Tristan was last and whereas the other boys' hugs had been brief and initiated by them, Rory practically flung herself into his arms and buried her head against his chest. Tristan just enveloped her in his arms and held her tightly, stroking her hair. The others looked on for a minute before turning and walking a bit away hoping that Rory might talk to Tristan.
'Are you okay? Never mind, stupid question.'
Rory pulled away slightly and looked up at him with a watery smile on her face.
'It's not a stupid question but I'll look stupid if I attempt to answer it.'
'Then don't. Did your mom tell you how?'
'Yeah, another OD only this time they didn't get to her on time, no stomach pump for Amy this time. I don't want to go.'
'Then don't.'
'I have to; she was one of two people in my group of friends that was actually a friend. It's not that I don't want to go to the funeral I just don't want to go back there.'
'I know you don't but you're not alone this time. This time you have real friends that are there for you. Remember that. You're not alone this time.' Rory looked at Tristan, really looked and for the first time, she saw the good guy that her friends had told her about but whom she refused to believe existed. She stood on her toes, leaned up and kissed him on the cheek before letting him go.
'Thank you.'
'I wasn't just saying it.'
'I know that's why I'm saying thank you.'
Tristan smiled and put his hand on the small of her back. He picked up the bag she had dropped when the girls had approached her, and slung it over his shoulder.
'C'mon, let's check in.'
*
They had checked in and boarded the plane and were no waiting for take off. Rory was dreading going back to LA despite what Tristan had said. She wasn't sure that she could face all of her old friends at the funeral, face the comments they would throw her way, and face the disbelieving stares when people saw her turn up at the funeral. She began to feel sick and she gripped the arm rest tightly. Tristan was sitting beside her and he saw her hands turning white from her grip on the arm rest. He placed his hand on top of hers and Rory lessened her grip. When she did this, Tristan took her hand in his and gripped tightly, trying to provide whatever comfort he could.
Rory looked at him and smiled nervously.
'I hate flying.' She said
'No you don't.'
'Okay no I really don't but lets just pretend I do.'
'Okay, I can do that.' Tristan grinned to reassure her. He reached his other hand across and touched her face. Her normally shiny eyes were dull and the bags under her eyes had bags. It was obvious that she hadn't slept a wink.
'Why don't you get some sleep?' he suggested.
'I don't think I can sleep right now.'
'You look like you could sleep for a month.' Tristan argued.
'I didn't exactly sleep last night.'
'I can imagine. Try at least. You'll need it.'
'I know but it's the thought of going back there that will keep me awake.'
'You have nothing to be scared about.' He told her soothingly.
'But I am I don't think I'm ready to go back there.'
'You are. You have the girls if your old friends get bitchy; you have the guys if Dean says anything. And you have me.'
Rory still looked apprehensive but at the same time she nodded and even blushed at the 'You have me' comment. She rested her head on Tristan's shoulder and within minutes she was asleep. Tristan looked down at the angel, sleeping, resting her head on his shoulder. She looked so peaceful but so tired and weary, Tristan had a feeling she still wasn't sharing everything about her life in LA with them. He had a feeling that Dean wasn't the only one she was afraid of seeing. He wasn't completely right but he was close. In her dreams Rory saw the one thing that had her truly scared about going back to LA and even though she was asleep she gripped Tristan's hand tighter.
A few hours later, Rory woke. The plane was beginning its decent and the knot in Rory's stomach only tightened. She looked up at Tristan who still held her hand in his. His eyes were closed but she knew he was awake. He was wearing headphones and Rory could hear the distinct sound of Linkin Park coming from them. She could hear the words.
* Sometimes I remember the darkness of my past Bringing back these memories I wish I didn't have Sometimes I think of letting of and never looking back And never moving forward so there'd never be a past. *
The plane landed and they began to get off. Tristan never let go of Rory's hand for which she was thankful. When they were leaving the airport there was a man holding a sign that said Rory Gilmore. Her father had sent a limo for them. They got in and the driver took them along roads that were very familiar to Rory. In a way it felt like she had never left.
* All her friends tell her she's so pretty But she'd be a whole lot prettier if she'd smile once in a while. 'Cause even her smile looks like a frown. She's seen her share of devils in this angel town. *
A/N: there you go folks; I hope this wasn't too much of a disappointment. What's Rory's big secret? What will happen when her old and new friends come face to face? Stay tuned to find out. Special note to certain people (they know who they are) the meeting you've all been waiting for is coming up.
The whole Rory's plan for Tristan was doomed to fail from the beginning, that was my plan, you see Tristan had a plan too and the reason Rory was being nice to Tristan and dancing with him when she was meant to be mad with him was to lure him into a sense of .security, if you will. That was the reasoning behind the outfit too, Rory never dresses like that and she was meant to look really hot to catch Tristan's attention, she was still thinking along the lines of their game, anything to gain the upper hand. Does that make more or less sense?
Smile1- thank you for saying that about the ending because I agree with you but I needed it to be extreme because there can be no chance of Tristan being able to comfort her which he would've been able to do had she been calm.maybe that doesn't make sense but I had my reasons for doing it!
Also I realise that my chapters are pretty short but I feel that that very thing allows me to update more often because I say what I have to say in each chapter without dragging it out so then I get to move on and begin the next with a definite plan.
On with the story:
Rory sat on her bed, looking at the packed bag on the ground in the middle of the room, it was Saturday morning and she was getting ready to catch her plane. After her mother called the night before, Tristan had driven her home and gone back to the party to tell their friends what was happening once he had made sure she was okay. The truth was she wasn't okay. Her mom had popped her head in a few minutes ago to tell her the plane was leaving in two hours. Her mom wasn't going with her; instead she had gotten a call from Paris that morning to say that her friends were going with her and that she would pick her up.
She heard a car pull up outside followed by the beeping of a horn. Slowly Rory picked up her bag and left her room, taking a last look around it. When she stepped out into the cold November air she saw Paris leaning against her car with a hot cup of coffee from Luke's in her hand, wordlessly she handed it to Rory before taking her bag and put it beside her own in the trunk. Rory got into the car and waited for Paris to start the engine. When she did, Rory finally asked her,
'So how many are actually coming?'
'Everyone even Lane managed to get permission but her mom insisted on bringing her to the airport herself. Why isn't your mom going?'
'She burned that bridge a long time ago; she can't go back there, not yet. Can you stop by the inn, I want to say goodbye.'
'Of course.'
*
Rory and Lorelai's goodbye had been a tearful one. Lorelai felt horrible for not going with her daughter but she wasn't able to go back there, she would be some day but not now. In a way she felt like it might be good for Rory to go without her, she had been Rory's shield before but now Rory would have to face everything alone and she might just come back all the stronger for it.
Rory and Paris reached the airport and quickly found all of their friends waiting for them. They had all been sitting in the waiting area but they stood up on seeing Rory and Paris walk towards them. Louise, Madeline and lane all moved towards Rory wordlessly and hugged her. The boys stood back a little, not sure of what they were supposed to be doing.
'Hey Ror,' Tristan said as she walked towards the boys.
Rory nodded at him in greeting before being hugged individually by each of the guys. Tristan was last and whereas the other boys' hugs had been brief and initiated by them, Rory practically flung herself into his arms and buried her head against his chest. Tristan just enveloped her in his arms and held her tightly, stroking her hair. The others looked on for a minute before turning and walking a bit away hoping that Rory might talk to Tristan.
'Are you okay? Never mind, stupid question.'
Rory pulled away slightly and looked up at him with a watery smile on her face.
'It's not a stupid question but I'll look stupid if I attempt to answer it.'
'Then don't. Did your mom tell you how?'
'Yeah, another OD only this time they didn't get to her on time, no stomach pump for Amy this time. I don't want to go.'
'Then don't.'
'I have to; she was one of two people in my group of friends that was actually a friend. It's not that I don't want to go to the funeral I just don't want to go back there.'
'I know you don't but you're not alone this time. This time you have real friends that are there for you. Remember that. You're not alone this time.' Rory looked at Tristan, really looked and for the first time, she saw the good guy that her friends had told her about but whom she refused to believe existed. She stood on her toes, leaned up and kissed him on the cheek before letting him go.
'Thank you.'
'I wasn't just saying it.'
'I know that's why I'm saying thank you.'
Tristan smiled and put his hand on the small of her back. He picked up the bag she had dropped when the girls had approached her, and slung it over his shoulder.
'C'mon, let's check in.'
*
They had checked in and boarded the plane and were no waiting for take off. Rory was dreading going back to LA despite what Tristan had said. She wasn't sure that she could face all of her old friends at the funeral, face the comments they would throw her way, and face the disbelieving stares when people saw her turn up at the funeral. She began to feel sick and she gripped the arm rest tightly. Tristan was sitting beside her and he saw her hands turning white from her grip on the arm rest. He placed his hand on top of hers and Rory lessened her grip. When she did this, Tristan took her hand in his and gripped tightly, trying to provide whatever comfort he could.
Rory looked at him and smiled nervously.
'I hate flying.' She said
'No you don't.'
'Okay no I really don't but lets just pretend I do.'
'Okay, I can do that.' Tristan grinned to reassure her. He reached his other hand across and touched her face. Her normally shiny eyes were dull and the bags under her eyes had bags. It was obvious that she hadn't slept a wink.
'Why don't you get some sleep?' he suggested.
'I don't think I can sleep right now.'
'You look like you could sleep for a month.' Tristan argued.
'I didn't exactly sleep last night.'
'I can imagine. Try at least. You'll need it.'
'I know but it's the thought of going back there that will keep me awake.'
'You have nothing to be scared about.' He told her soothingly.
'But I am I don't think I'm ready to go back there.'
'You are. You have the girls if your old friends get bitchy; you have the guys if Dean says anything. And you have me.'
Rory still looked apprehensive but at the same time she nodded and even blushed at the 'You have me' comment. She rested her head on Tristan's shoulder and within minutes she was asleep. Tristan looked down at the angel, sleeping, resting her head on his shoulder. She looked so peaceful but so tired and weary, Tristan had a feeling she still wasn't sharing everything about her life in LA with them. He had a feeling that Dean wasn't the only one she was afraid of seeing. He wasn't completely right but he was close. In her dreams Rory saw the one thing that had her truly scared about going back to LA and even though she was asleep she gripped Tristan's hand tighter.
A few hours later, Rory woke. The plane was beginning its decent and the knot in Rory's stomach only tightened. She looked up at Tristan who still held her hand in his. His eyes were closed but she knew he was awake. He was wearing headphones and Rory could hear the distinct sound of Linkin Park coming from them. She could hear the words.
* Sometimes I remember the darkness of my past Bringing back these memories I wish I didn't have Sometimes I think of letting of and never looking back And never moving forward so there'd never be a past. *
The plane landed and they began to get off. Tristan never let go of Rory's hand for which she was thankful. When they were leaving the airport there was a man holding a sign that said Rory Gilmore. Her father had sent a limo for them. They got in and the driver took them along roads that were very familiar to Rory. In a way it felt like she had never left.
* All her friends tell her she's so pretty But she'd be a whole lot prettier if she'd smile once in a while. 'Cause even her smile looks like a frown. She's seen her share of devils in this angel town. *
A/N: there you go folks; I hope this wasn't too much of a disappointment. What's Rory's big secret? What will happen when her old and new friends come face to face? Stay tuned to find out. Special note to certain people (they know who they are) the meeting you've all been waiting for is coming up.
