Disclaimer: Would you believe me if I told I told you the show isn't mine? And that these chapters will never happen on the show? (unless ASP is REALLY kind to us) And that I really have nothing to do with GG, ASP, or WB? That I am just a loyal fan, just killing time until the new season gets broadcasted??
Would you believe me if I told you all that? Really??
Yeah I thought you would…
Feedback: Very much appreciated
A/N: Sorry again for taking so long to update.
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Chapter 15
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I wanna love you
I wanna hold you
Baby, I wanna kiss you
I wish you would look into my eyes
And let me love you
Let me hold you
Baby, I wanna kiss you
I wish you would look into my eyes
If you rub my back
Baby, I won't mind, oh, no, mmm
And if you kiss my lips
Baby, I won't mind, oh, no
* 'I Wont Mind, Ashanti *
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Chapter 15
I Won't Mind
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"Hey" Tristan said as he stood in front of her door.
"Hey" She replied, still a little sleepy.
"I brought you coffee…" now that he was here, he had no idea what to say or do.
"Well, good for you… because otherwise you wouldn't even get in." She said smiling.
She stepped aside to let him in after he handed her the two cups of coffee.
"Soo…" She started as they sat down. "What made you decide to come over all of a sudden?" She took a sip of the hot liquid and practically burned her tongue, but she was too greedy for it, to let that stop her.
Tristan watched her as he thought about that question, why out of al people, did he call her?
"I guess I just didn't want to be alone…"
Rory nodded at him understandingly.
"But what exactly do you want to do? I mean… I'm already in my pjs." They both looked at her pink pyjama's covered with grey elephants. He smiled. That was so typically her.
"What about we just watch a movie or something? I bet you have some really lame movies lying around somewhere…"
"Hey!! My movies are not lame! Willie Wonka is not lame!! And neither is Harry Potter!!" She said, quasi hurt.
Tristan smirked, "I bet they're not"
"Good"
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Tristan smiled as the movie ended. He couldn't believe he had just watched Harry Potter, and liked it! This woman made him do crazy things.
"Well, I guess you were right, the movie wasn't that bad…" He started as he turned to look at Rory, when he noticed she had fallen asleep. Her head had fallen back and right at that moment she began to snore softly.
"I guess you enjoyed the movie as well huh?" he said, more to himself than anything else.
He started to get up and stretched, it was time for him to go to sleep as well…
He lifted Rory up and carried her to her bedroom.
He laid her down on her bed and looked at her sleeping face.
"How can someone fall asleep after just having 4 cups of coffee?" Tristan mumbled to himself.
He turned around and was about to exit the room as a sleepy voice stopped him.
"Tristan…"
"Rory"
"If you want to, you can lay down next to me… I mean, the bed is big enough. And I can tell you, the couch isn't as comfortable as it looks…"
"Thanks, but really, I'll be fine."
She turned around. "If you insist."
***
God!! She had been right, this couch really wasn't made to sleep on. It was too small for him to lay stretched out on, so he laid there in the most difficult way. And every time he tried to turn around, he felt cookie crumbs grinding his back. And they just didn't seem to go away, though he swept hem away time after time.
But that wasn't the worst, if that was everything, he would have just gotten over it and try to sleep, but that wasn't all… the worst thing was the thought of Rory, who was lying in a soft, comfortable, cookie crumb-free bed less than a feet away.
The question she asked him at his arrival kept spinning through his mind; "What made you decide to come over all of a sudden?" she had asked him. And after all these hours he still couldn't answer. Why did he come over?
'Because you still love her!' A little voice in his head said.
"God!" He said to himself. "Now I'm not only cold and uncomfortable, but I'm also getting schizophrenic? Way to go DuGrey!"
But as he lay there, he thought about what the little voice had said. Did he really still love her? How could he? When only days ago he had rejected her and her confession of love for him.
A cold breeze suddenly swept over him and he shivered. He looked up to see the window still open. As he got up and passed her room, he could hear her light snoring. He held still for a minute to hear her. And to think about how it would feel like if he was laying right there beside her. He shivered once more.
"God, what if I do love her?" He mumbled as he quickly walked to the window to close it.
Could he? Could he still love her? When al this time, he had told himself that he was over her. That he had been over her for years. That that feeling in his stomach was just a reaction to the food of the day before. That the sleepless nights were due to the change of the seasons. That he thought about her because she couldn't seem to get over him like he had gotten over her…
What a lie…
All of a sudden the air seemed stifling. He had to get out, he had to walk, stretch his legs, get away from here.
He walked back to the couch where he had left his sweater and pulled it over his head as he stumbled to the table where he had seen Rory's keys and grabbed them before he went in search of his shoes and jacket. As soon as he found them and had them on he headed for the door and closed it behind him. Softly, hoping not to wake Rory…
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Rory jumped up from her chair as soon as she heard the door open.
"Damn you Tristan! Where the hell have you been?? I've been worried sick!! You don't just do that; you don't just disappear like that for hours!! Was it so hard to leave a note? Was it so heard to wake me up for one sec and say hey Ror, I'm going out to… to whatever, the point is that you cant just leave and make me worry about you. I'm not your mother, I'm not supposed to do that!"
With every sentence she yelled, she gave him a little push.
"Where the fuck have you been Tristan?" She ended, standing in front of him. She was angry, mad… but most of all relieved. Relieved that he had chosen to return to her.
Tristan looked at her sheepishly. He knew that if she were already awake, she would be worried about him. But he had kind of hoped she would still be asleep. It was only 10 a clock in the morning. And yes, he had been away for more then 3 hours, but she couldn't know that.
"I went to get breakfast…"
"For 3 damn hours???" Were did you get it? Paris?"
No, he thought to himself, that would have taken a lot longer… but he didn't think this was the time to play smart.
"I got u coffee."
"And that took you three hours?"
"I got you three cups…"
"Hmm…" The bag he was waving with distracted her… But no… he was bribing her, she thought. And it was working.
"Come on Tristan…"She spoke as she pulled him towards the couch. "Why don't you tell me where you really went?"
He looked at her, why didn't he tell her?
"Ok… Well I went to see my grandfather… I just really needed to talk to him…"
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Flashback
6.43 AM
In front of room 1236
"But sir, you really can't go in, mister DuGrey is sleeping at the moment."
"Yes I know" he said irritated. "He's been 'sleeping' for 3 days now. I really don't think he'll mind if I go in now or in 4 hours, he'll still be 'sleeping'."
The nurse was shocked by these words and didn't know how to reply to them.
"That's what I thought" Tristan said, grabbing this opportunity and using it to just enter the room where his grandfather was still lying, deadly still.
These comas are bitches; you never know when someone will wake… Tristan thought to himself.
'Or if they'll wake…' That stupid little voice added.
He sat down next to his grandfather, and before he knew it, he was telling the whole story, everything. Everything that had been on his mind and everything about Rory.
---Bout half an hour later---
"So…" He said, looking at his grandfathers closed eyes. "You probably think I'm crazy huh?
"No." Tristan's jumped up as he heard the low, voice of his grandfather. "Just stupid."
"But… but…" Tristan stuttered. "You, you were… asleep," He said, using the nurse's words, in lack of anything better.
"But I never fail to listen to my favourite grandson now do I?"
"Your only grandson"
"My favourite and most stubborn one. Now go tell that girl you love her son, before it's too late…"
Tristan smiled….
---At that time---
"Mister DuGrey? MISTER DUGREY"
Someone was shrugging at his arm. "You really need to go home now, you can continue your nap in your own bed."
He looked up to see the nurse standing next to him. His head snapped up to look at his grandfather.
"But… he… but… He was awake… He's awake…"
"I'm really sorry sir, but your grandfather didn't wake up, you were asleep…"
A/N: Was it longer? Was it better? Did it suck?