Chapter 20:
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Rory&Tristan~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
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Rory laughed, as Tristan spun her into an exagerated dip. Who knew the almighty player would be such a good dancer? She certianly didn't. She had never had such a good one a date before. The conversaition had been amusing, entertaining, touching, even sensual and Tristan didn't make any innuedos.
Sure, Dean had been sweet and kind. Always willing to do whatever she had wanted to do. She'd never been uncomfortable, but there had been times when she had been bored with discussing topics like his job and how annoying his sister could be.
There hadn't been much talking when it came to Jess. There were the standard pleasantries, some banter, a little bit of arguing on the latest book we read, but mostly, our relationship consisted of making out. Granted, Jess knew more about the music and books I liked than Dean did, but we could seem to hold a conversation for long before we we playing tonsil hockey.
With Tristan, there was that attraction she had shared with Jess, where there were moments when she was dying to kiss him. There was also, the same sweetness that Dean had, well, not as much because Tristan didn't act like a lovesick puppy, but he was sweet in his moments, but he could hold a real conversation with her. He didn't know as much about the stuff she liked as Jess did, but he tried and he let her explain things to him and he listendcwith rapt interest. Why hadn't she seen this earlier?
Suddenly, the song switched to a much sslower one. Tristan immediately pulled her close, hold her left hand in his and his raght arm wrapped itself around her waist. Rory rested her other hand on his upper forearm. This felt right, more comfortable than it was when she had danced with Dean. She seemed to fit Tristan's build, better than Jess's or Dean's.
Rory listened to the lyircs in the song, before recognizing them. From a few years ago, during the period where she hadn't chosen between Jess or Dean yet and she had been wishing Tristan had been around to provide a distraction.
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
Rory looked up and locked eyes with Tristan. He was hear now, that should be enough. She smiled up at him warmly. She was having a great time, much to her surprise. She actually felt that this was where she belonged. 'Why did it take me so long to get here?' She wondered.
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 know better
But it's just not the case
It's been six monthes, eight days, twelve hours
since you went away
Tristan looked down at the angel in his arms. He too recognized the song. If you had told him when he first heard this song that two years later he'd be holding Rory Gilmore in his arms and they were out on an actual date together, he would have laughed in your face. But, it was true. He was dancing with rory Gilmore to the same song that brought back all his memories 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
"Have you ever heard this song before?" Rory asked, breaking the silence.
"Yeah, a while ago. I was in military school still. It made me think of you because it basically summed up how I felt about you and it had been six months since I left Hartford." Tristan grinned down at her.
"I heard it about six months after you left. I hadn't really thought of you until I heard this song. I wished you were back, that you'd provide a distraction from the Dean/Jess problem." Rory sighed.
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 know better
But it's just not the case
It's been six monthes, eight days, twelve hours
since you went away
"This song always makes me think of you." Tristan chuckled. "Isn't it rather ironic that we both heard the same song at about the same time and thought of each other?"
"No." Rory smiled. "I think it's fate."
"Really? Then what about this, We're on a date now and dancing to that same song that made us think of each other, is this fate too?" Tristan asked hopefully.
"I'm not one to usually believe in fate, but I think in this case, I will. I think this is fate, that we're here now, together, dancing to the same song that made us think of each other." Rory smiled.
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
"Our time is now. This is our chance?" Tristan grinned down at her.
"Yes, and we'd be fools not to take it." Rory replied, smiling up at him.
Tristan wasted no time in capturing her lips with his. It was a soft, yet passionate kiss that was filled with longing, desire and love. They wasted no time in deepening it. They only broke apart when air became an issue.
"I love you, Mary." Tristan whispered.
"I love you too, Bible Boy." Rory smiled and rested her head against Tristan's chest. "This is really happening right? No dream."
"No dream."
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 know better
But it's just not the case
It's been six monthes, eight days, twelve hours
since you went away
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Rory laughed, as Tristan spun her into an exagerated dip. Who knew the almighty player would be such a good dancer? She certianly didn't. She had never had such a good one a date before. The conversaition had been amusing, entertaining, touching, even sensual and Tristan didn't make any innuedos.
Sure, Dean had been sweet and kind. Always willing to do whatever she had wanted to do. She'd never been uncomfortable, but there had been times when she had been bored with discussing topics like his job and how annoying his sister could be.
There hadn't been much talking when it came to Jess. There were the standard pleasantries, some banter, a little bit of arguing on the latest book we read, but mostly, our relationship consisted of making out. Granted, Jess knew more about the music and books I liked than Dean did, but we could seem to hold a conversation for long before we we playing tonsil hockey.
With Tristan, there was that attraction she had shared with Jess, where there were moments when she was dying to kiss him. There was also, the same sweetness that Dean had, well, not as much because Tristan didn't act like a lovesick puppy, but he was sweet in his moments, but he could hold a real conversation with her. He didn't know as much about the stuff she liked as Jess did, but he tried and he let her explain things to him and he listendcwith rapt interest. Why hadn't she seen this earlier?
Suddenly, the song switched to a much sslower one. Tristan immediately pulled her close, hold her left hand in his and his raght arm wrapped itself around her waist. Rory rested her other hand on his upper forearm. This felt right, more comfortable than it was when she had danced with Dean. She seemed to fit Tristan's build, better than Jess's or Dean's.
Rory listened to the lyircs in the song, before recognizing them. From a few years ago, during the period where she hadn't chosen between Jess or Dean yet and she had been wishing Tristan had been around to provide a distraction.
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
Rory looked up and locked eyes with Tristan. He was hear now, that should be enough. She smiled up at him warmly. She was having a great time, much to her surprise. She actually felt that this was where she belonged. 'Why did it take me so long to get here?' She wondered.
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 know better
But it's just not the case
It's been six monthes, eight days, twelve hours
since you went away
Tristan looked down at the angel in his arms. He too recognized the song. If you had told him when he first heard this song that two years later he'd be holding Rory Gilmore in his arms and they were out on an actual date together, he would have laughed in your face. But, it was true. He was dancing with rory Gilmore to the same song that brought back all his memories 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
"Have you ever heard this song before?" Rory asked, breaking the silence.
"Yeah, a while ago. I was in military school still. It made me think of you because it basically summed up how I felt about you and it had been six months since I left Hartford." Tristan grinned down at her.
"I heard it about six months after you left. I hadn't really thought of you until I heard this song. I wished you were back, that you'd provide a distraction from the Dean/Jess problem." Rory sighed.
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 know better
But it's just not the case
It's been six monthes, eight days, twelve hours
since you went away
"This song always makes me think of you." Tristan chuckled. "Isn't it rather ironic that we both heard the same song at about the same time and thought of each other?"
"No." Rory smiled. "I think it's fate."
"Really? Then what about this, We're on a date now and dancing to that same song that made us think of each other, is this fate too?" Tristan asked hopefully.
"I'm not one to usually believe in fate, but I think in this case, I will. I think this is fate, that we're here now, together, dancing to the same song that made us think of each other." Rory smiled.
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
"Our time is now. This is our chance?" Tristan grinned down at her.
"Yes, and we'd be fools not to take it." Rory replied, smiling up at him.
Tristan wasted no time in capturing her lips with his. It was a soft, yet passionate kiss that was filled with longing, desire and love. They wasted no time in deepening it. They only broke apart when air became an issue.
"I love you, Mary." Tristan whispered.
"I love you too, Bible Boy." Rory smiled and rested her head against Tristan's chest. "This is really happening right? No dream."
"No dream."
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 know better
But it's just not the case
It's been six monthes, eight days, twelve hours
since you went away
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