I'm a diehard Trory fan and I thought of this while listening to my Brian Mcknight cd. This takes place, 6 monthes, eight days and twelve hours, lol after Tristan leaves for military school. I may add more if you review.
Alas, I don't own anything that belongs to Gilmore Girls, although, if I did, Dean wouldn't have had a chance and it would be trory all the way! I like Jess too, but I love Tristan.
I know I have other stories in the works, but that's how I write. I do frequently update, don't worry, but I get like fifteen stories that run through my head at the same time, so I have to write some of them down. I might work on one story more than the other, but bear with me people. I'm working on it.

Six Monthes, Eight days, Twelve Hours
Tristan Dugrey sat on his bed in the cramped dorm room. His roommate was serving some of his demerits and he was left all alone. For lack of anything better to do, he turned on the radio and led his thoughts drift. Unfortunately, they led him to Rory Gilmore. The girl who had sucessfully captured his heart.

Do you ever think about me

Do you ever cry yourself to sleep

In the middle of the night when you awake

Are you calling out for me

Do you ever reminisce

I can't believe I'm acting like this

I know it's crazy

How I still can feel your kiss

He could still feel her kiss. The one they shared by the piano. Right after they had both been dumped by their exes. It was in that moment when he realized just how much he loved her. she was just a conquest to him anymore. She was someone he wanted to share his life with, his thoughts with, his dreams with, his heart with. Maybe she was that someone he wanted to grow old with.
Nothing had hurt as much as that day, when she had chosen Stockboy over me. She didn't see how much I loved her. How I would do anything for her. Her words were what cut the deepest. (I hate him! Dean stop! Why? Because I love you, you idiot!) That kiss they had shared on the courtyard had torn me to shreds, left me broken for the entire summer. I had backed down though, left the courtyard and her to her stupid boyfriend.
Then about a year later he was shipped off to military school. Never to see her pretty face and that killed him even more. Even if she did hate him, he loved her and he couldn't seem to stop. He missed her so much.

It's been six monthes, eight days, twelve hours

since you went away

I miss you so much

And I don't know what to say

I should be over you

I should no better

But it's just not the case

It's been six monthes, eight days, twelve hours

since you went away

God, how much he missed her. It was becoming pathetic. He had even timed how long it had been since that Romeo and Juliet scene where he had last seen her. He still remembered how she affected him. The way just one glance could send liquid fire through his veins or how her touch would send electric shocks through his skin. He could still remember his last words to her, after she had tried to save him from himself. (I'd kiss you goodbye, but your boyfriend's watching.) He had ignored her warning because it had gotten his mind of her.

Do you ever ask about me

Do your friends still tell you what to do

Everytime the phone rings

Do wish it was me calling you

Do you still feel the same

Or has time put out the flame

I miss you

Is everything okay

He wondered if she did miss him. Did she ever ask about me? Does Stockboy still tell her what to do? Does he still have jealous fits whenevr she's around other guys? Is she even with him? Does she still hate me? All these thoughts seemed to swirl around in his brain.

It's been six monthes, eight days, twelve hours

since you went away

I miss you so much

And I don't know what to say

I should be over you

I should no better

But it's just not the case

It's been six monthes, eight days, twelve hours

since you went away

Tristan felt a lone tear trickle down his cheek. How he had fallen. The mighty, player, Tristan Dugrey, now crying over one girl. He swiped it away angrily. He cursed her for doing this to him. He was a useless mess without her. She was his everything and more. Nothing could keep his mind off her for long.

It's hard enough just passing the time

When I can't seem to get you off my mind

And where is the good in goodbye

Tell me why, tell me why

Someone please tell him why this was happening to him. Why must he suffer? Granted he had been a jerk, but why must his heart remained shattered in a million pieces. Why did he have to fall in love with Rory Gilmore of people?

It's been six monthes, eight days, twelve hours

since you went away

I miss you so much

And I don't know what to say

I should be over you

I should no better

But it's just not the case

It's been six monthes, eight days, twelve hours

since you went away

Meanwhile, up North, Rory Gilmore listened to the same song, while thinking about her dilema with Jess and Dean. Oddly, she thought of Tristan Dugrey. She wondered how he was, what he was doing. This song seemed to bring back many memories of Tristan.
It was rather odd, she hadn't thought about him since he had left her right before that Romeo and Juliet scene. She suddenly missed him terribly. She missed his taunting and their friendly banter. She missed seeing his face by her locker in the morning. Where had all this emotion come from.
Oh my, was she crying. She swiped her cheek and her hand came away wet. What was wrong with her? It was Tristan. He had never affected her like this before. She really did miss him and she regreted her words of hatred towards him. She just wanted him to come home and hold her, tell her that evrything was going to be okay and that he would be there for her always.

Like? Dislike? Tell me about it? If you wish me to continue tell me, otherwise this is it. If you want another trory romance from me, read Better Days, my other Gilmore fic.