Disclaimer: Non of it is mine…
A/N: Thanks for the reviews!! It realy made me want to write more, so I did. And here it is The second chapter of my fic.
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Eyes don't lie.
Words may try.
She comes like a mystery,
flows through me,
And I swear it's true,
Always you....
* 'Damn Those Eyes', Kane *
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Chapter 2
Damn Those Eyes
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"Ooh, hotdogs!! T., Lets get one!"
Tristan looked around and saw Josh walking towards a hotdog stand. He shook his head and followed him.
Josh and Tristan were walking through Central Park. Josh had insisted on doing a "Tourist Day", as he liked to call it. Tristan just referred to it as "A Lot Of Walking". They had done Saks, Rockefeller Centre, Bryant Park, Macy's, Madison Square Garden, and now they were back at the Central Park. Where Josh dragged Tristan to every food stand in the park. It was surprising Josh was still walking.
"Josh, come on!! You just finished your popcorn!! How much can one guy eat without his stomach exploding??" He asked while Josh stood in line.
"Aah… there's always room for a hotdog!! So, you want one? What do want on it?"
Tristan smirked and walked up to his friend. "Ok…" he gave in. "One with everything." Josh grinned and ordered. While Tristan waited for his hotdog, he looked around. There were people everywhere. Some walking, others skating, jogging, or just sitting on benches. You could hear birds chirping and children laughing. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Aah… the smell of freedom, he thought. Ok… and onions. But that was a part of the freedom.
He smiled and opened his eyes.
The smile faded as he saw a brunette flashing by. Just as he wondered who she was, she turned around and looked him straight in the eyes. Those eyes, those big, blue eyes.
He was shocked, but before he could even call out to her, she was already gone.
He just stood there, stupefied, as if he had seen a ghost. And maybe he did, maybe it was just a figment of his imagination. Because there was no way, now way at all she could be here. Not now, now when he least expected her. And even if she were, he wouldn't be able to recognize her. It had been almost nine years. She should look older, less…. Less what? Less beautiful? Less attractive? Less like her?? He wo…
His thoughts were interrupted by Josh, who stuffed a hotdog in his hand. "There you go bud. Doesn't that look good??" Josh looked at him. "Man, are you ok??" He asked.
Tristan shook of his thoughts and tried to smile. "Yeah, I'm ok. This hotdog does look great." To prove it, he took a big bite out of the bun. "Come on, let's get going."
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"Pff…" Rory looked at her watch. "That's the last time I'm buying anything because it's furry!" She told her watch as she slammed the door behind her. As she tried to button her jacket she walked towards the street. She waved her arm to a taxi. Luckily the driver saw her and came driving up to her. She sighed. At least one thing was going right today. This day had a good chance of being nominated for worst day of her life. It started with her waking up extremely late. She still had to finish her story, which now she could forget. As she thought about it, she considered it very well possible that all furry things had something against her today. Because not only her alarm clock had failed service. Her slippers were lost, her carpet had a big stain on it, and just a few minutes ago her watch had stopped. Which caused her to be late for a meeting with her editor.
Just when she opened the door of the taxi, a big guy in a suit came running by and jumped in the cab. Rory just stood there, amazed by the nerve of that guy.
"Hey mister!!" She yelled, "That's my cab!!"
"Not anymore, get another…" the guy said. The driver turned around and looked at her with an apologizing look.
"Sorry lady."
Rory saw the car driving away and asked herself what she'd do now.
She looked around, but didn't see another cab. So she decided that if she ran through the park, she might just reach the building on time…
She crossed the street and started running towards the entrance of the park. Dodging the many people walking there she jogged through the park… "This is sooo not my favourite activity." She thought to herself.
Suddenly she felt an itch on the back of her head, like someone was watching her. She turned her head around, only to look right into a pair of dazzling blue eyes. Those eyes, she knew those eyes!! But before she could remember whom the eyes belonged to then, her foot hit a log, which lay across the street. She saw the ground approaching her face extremely fast. And before she knew it, she was lying on the ground. Quickly she stood up, embarrassed. She beaded the sand off of her jeans and ran further, afraid anyone would come ask her if she was ok…
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She reached the building, trying to catch her breath. As she walked to her office her editor came up to her.
"You're late Gilmore."
"I know Jeff, Sorry."
"I can't accept that Gilmore. You're fired."
"Uh huh, I know Jeff." She said, as she walked further to her office. Her editor, Jeffrey Wilkins, looked at her and grinned.
"I still want to talk to you Rory. Can you be in my office in 10?"
"Sure thing, Jeff." She answered, pretending to be busy unbuttoning her jacket, tough her mind was still with the guy in the park.
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A/N: So… This Is it than, the second chapter. I hope you liked it. And plz review, it realy helps en inspires me. So even if you didn't liked it, just tell me…
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