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Thu-Tram89: Thanks! I hope you like this update!
Gythien Elven Babe: Haha sorry! Couldn't spill the beans right away now could I ;)
Jalna: I wanted to make Tristan as much as the Tristan on the show so yeah...I thought it would be cool if he threw a punch at Ben...
Foreverjen: Thank you so much! As for the marriage...wait and see...
Piepiekoh: Thanks...but why were you laughing?
A/N: PLEASE EVERYBODY READ MY OTHER STORIES!!! AND WATCH OUT FOR THE NEW UPDATE OF SUBMISSION...A STORY WRITTEN BY ME AND SMILE1
Recap last chapter:
~~**~~
"Rory?"
Tristans voice echoed through the empty alley. He had been searching for her for over two hours now, and feared that maybe Ben had found her first.
"Rory sweety are you there?"
He could swear he heard a faint sobbing from a dark spot in the alley and carefully walked in. His hand was clenched around his knife, something he always carried with him since the day he had been beaten up. Slowly his eyes adjusted to the light and he could make out a person lying on the ground.
"Rory?"
~~**~~
Rory got up, trying to wipe the dirt away from her dress but only making it worse. Her whole body was shaking and there was blood on her hands. Her hair was all messed up and there were still teardrops hanging from her eyelashes.
To the boy standing at the entrance of the alley she had never looked more beautiful. He slowly walked towards her, offering her his arms to seek solace in.
~~**~~
Rory looked at Tristan, at his smile and the look of compassion in his eyes. She knew he truly cared about her, eventhough she had broken his heart by almost marrying Ben this afternoon. The remaining distance quickly became non-existant when Rory threw herself in his arms. Tristan wrapped one arm around her waist and traced the mascara tearstains with his thumb. Rory leaned into his touch in a slow surrender. When her body relaxed against his he wrapped his other arm around her waist as well, holding her steady and comforting her at the same time.
After a while Rory looked up into his eyes.
"I don't know who I am anymore Tristan"
"I know...it's okay..."
"I don't want to hurt you"
Her voice was barely audible, and he whispered back that he didn't care. That she would never hurt him. That he would give her all the time she needed.
Her arms slid around his neck, playing with the hair at the nape of it. He softly moaned, unable to hold it in. Rory just smiled at him and started to lean in, until their lips touched.
~~**~~
CHAPTER 9:
~~**~~
They slowly broke apart, trying to steady their breath. What was supposed to be a sweet kiss had turned out into an declaration of their love for eachother and their pent up sexual frustration and longing.
Tristan could see the look in Rory's eyes starting to change. First there was a hint of peace and safety in her eyes but slowly it turned into fear, shock over what she had done. He felt her body stiffen and knew she was ready to run away again.
He reached out and grabbed her arm while looking into her eyes, trying to soothe her with just his thoughts. He felt like he was unable to speak and tried to persuade her to stay, his eyes reflecting her fear. He didn't know exactly why she was so scared but he knew his fear was of losing her again.
She tried averting her gaze but somehow his eyes forced her to look at him. His voice was soft when he finally spoke.
"Don't"
She felt tears stinging in her eyes but before they could materialize on her cheek he had already wiped them away with his thumb.
"Tristan..."
He smiled softly, accepting the apology she tried to give him in just his name.
"It's okay...I understand."
Suddenly he took something out of his pocket and placed her hands around it.
"This is yours"
She looked down at the little red book and back up at him.
"If you want me to I will leave you alone now. Let me just give you some money for a hotel or something..."
She smiled at him, silently thanking him for thinking about that at such a time. She wouldn't have known where to go if he had just left without saying a word.
"Call me when you need me"
A soft kiss was placed on her forehead, and the feeling of his touch lingered long after he had turned around and walked out of the alley. She clutched the book to her chest and cried a few silent tears before thanking every god there was for sending her Tristan DuGrey.
~~**~~
Dear Diary
I hate Tristan! I really *really* hate Tristan! He cut off the hair of
my beautiful new barbie doll! And when I started crying he just
laughed and threatened to cut off my hair too! I hate him!
Rory smiled at her clumsy handwriting and at the furious way the words were jotted down in her diary. She could vaguely remember something like that happen in her past and felt her heart do a backflip. Maybe this way she would remember things. Or would she just remember reading them?
She turned the page and started to read another fragment.
Dear Diary
Tristan is sweet! He bought me a new barbiedoll! One I like much much
more than I liked my last one. We're friends again, but if he
threatens to cut off my hair again I'll cut his off next time we have
a sleepover!
Dear Diary
Today Tristan did something really gross! He pushed his mouth on mine
and tried to get his tongue in my mouth. It felt so wet and weird and
icky. I almost had to cry but I didn't want to in front of him so I
slapped him and ran off.
Quickly Rory caught up on her childhoodmemories. Some brought a smile on her face where others left her with a dreamy sentimental look. Slowly the fragments in her diary became more personal, more intimate. They were longer and she trusted secrets to the paper. But one thing hadn't changed.
They were still all about Tristan.
~~**~~
Dear Diary
I can't believe myself. I've grown up with him, went to school with
him, spent almost all my free time with him...I know all his nasty
habits, his jokes and smirk, the way he treats girls...and still I'm
dreaming about him. Isn't there enough Tristan in daytime already?!
I know he can never feel about me the way I feel about him. He's
changed, and he likes to walk around like he's king of the school.
Girls are practically drooling all over him and he loves it. They will
do anything for his attention.
And there I am. In the corner. Reading in a book and occasionally
stealing a glance at Tristan. In a way I am just like all those other
girls. I want his attention too, but I don't just want it for a week
or a month. I'm not the type of girl he can just play with and then
toss aside when he's not interested anymore.
So I sit in the corner and wait, for the day he will maybe finally
notice me. For the day he will confess his love to me and promises me
the world. For a day that, for all I know, will probably never come.
~~**~~
But that day had come. For the first time Rory really remembered something from her past. She thought about her feelings for Tristan, and how he had kissed her while they were studying. She remembered her own shock, the way she felt angry at herself for thinking he would see her as different from his usual conquests, and angry for the way her body betrayed her.
Small butterflies woke up in her stomach and started flying around. She felt exactly like she had at the prom. Where he had looked her into the eyes and spoke those wonderful words that made her feel like she was flying. She had felt like crying, smiling, screaming and jumping up and down and all at once. But when he kissed her all those feelings dissapeared and an incredibly deep feeling of happiness washed over her. It was so powerful she could hardly breath and she had just enough willpower to allow her arms to slide around his neck before she lost concentration and forgot about everything but his kiss.
~~**~~
He asked me to marry him.
Even now...when I'm writing it down I still can't believe it. I
haven't really recovered from the proposal, nor from what happened
after that. I should have said yes, cause truthfully, there's nothing
I want more in the whole world than to be married to Tristan. But
somehow, when I tried to speak the big important word everything but
that word came out. I started blabbering about my work and that I
didn't want to move to London. Ofcourse those reasons were all true
but they were besides the point.
He thought I didn't want to marry him when I started throwing
objections at his head. He obvioulsy felt rejected and I can't blame
him. I should have told him the truth, that whatever was going to
happen I wanted to marry him. I wanted a beautiful weddingdress and
cake and lot's of happy people and most of all I wanted to look into
his eyes and say yes. I wanted to see the happiness in his eyes and
the feeling of fuzzy warmth spreading through my body when the priest
declared us husband and wife. I would be mrs DuGrey and my whole heart
yearned for it.
But instead of explaining all those things and feelings he stirred up
I let him walk away from me. He had become angry and yelled at me. I
totally deserved it. And now he's back in London and we're probably
both miserable and thinking about eachother and there's too much
distance to do anything about it.
I wish I wasn't so scared of flying cause then I would be there in an
instant. I would hug him and kiss him and tell him my answer.
~~**~~
She smiled and wiped a tear from her eyes. More and more memories came back to her and she lowered the diary, closing her eyes and just welcoming them. It felt so good to have memories again. A past. Somewhere she belonged. Small fragments, almost like video's, appeared in het mind. Luke. The diner. Her mother. Chilton. But most of all, Tristan. He was there. He was everywhere. Everything. He was her everything.
Rory felt such an incredible urge to go tell him that that she forgot all about the fact that she was still wearing a weddingdress. She just rushed out the door and ran all the way to his appartment.
~~**~~
"Tristan!"
She banged on the door until her fists started to hurt. He had to be there! He couldn't not be there. He needed to be there for her to tell him! She needed to do this now before she would forget again, like she did the last time.
Suddenly the door opened and Rory tumbled inside. She quickly got up and looked at a very wet and almost naked Tristan. She didn't even notice the look of surprise in his eyes as she took in his appearance. God...she had forgotten how handsome he was when he had just taken a shower. A white towel was wrapped around his hips and small drops of water found their way down his muscular tanned body.
"Rory...what are you doing here?"
She tore her gaze from his abs and looked up at him. For a second she was confused, her thoughts were racing in her head and she was unable to form a sentence.
"I...I eh...I mean..."
Then it all came back to her. The feeling of belonging to him. Of wanting to be his.
"I never got to tell you Tristan...that my answer was yes..."
If she hadn't been at the verge of breaking down the non understanding look on Tristans face would have been hilarious. It took him a couple of seconds before it finally dawned on him.
"Oh baby...you mean..."
She looked up again and took a step closer towards him.
"Yes Tristan...it's always been yes."
He pulled her in his arms and held her, causing her tears to mingle with the water from the shower. She didn't even know why she was crying. She had never been so happy, and for the first time in months she felt exactly at place.
~~**~~
A/N: Okay...that was it. There's gonna be an epilogue but that will be the end of this story. At least I think so. Could be a change in plans though.
A/N: Please review!!! And please please please review my other stories too! And Submission by me & smile1!!!
AlexiaWarren: Thank you so much! I try to work real hard on my wording and descriptions and I'm glad you like it!
Jayde: Thanks so much! I'm sorry you had to wait for this update so long but I hope it's worth the wait!
Amelie Cassandra: I'm glad you like the wording! I try and I'm glad that you like my story!
WatchfulEyes: Sorry I made you wait so long!
Jessica: wait and see ;)
Bee: Thanks for the ideas! Maybe I'll use them!
Mandie: sorry you had to wait so long for this chapter but I was really busy!
Piper-h-99: I'm updating! See!
Toxic X sin 15: Thank you so much! I love you for saying that ;)
Jazz14: shirtless hotass...that's an image I can live with :P nice...thanks :D
Smile1: Thank you sooooo much for your compliments all the time :D you're like the nicest reviewer ever or so everybody thinks ;) and don't worry I'll update Submission soon too :P
Muisje: I love you so much for reviewing almost every chapter! Thank you!
Thu-Tram89: Thanks! I hope you like this update!
Gythien Elven Babe: Haha sorry! Couldn't spill the beans right away now could I ;)
Jalna: I wanted to make Tristan as much as the Tristan on the show so yeah...I thought it would be cool if he threw a punch at Ben...
Foreverjen: Thank you so much! As for the marriage...wait and see...
Piepiekoh: Thanks...but why were you laughing?
A/N: PLEASE EVERYBODY READ MY OTHER STORIES!!! AND WATCH OUT FOR THE NEW UPDATE OF SUBMISSION...A STORY WRITTEN BY ME AND SMILE1
Recap last chapter:
~~**~~
"Rory?"
Tristans voice echoed through the empty alley. He had been searching for her for over two hours now, and feared that maybe Ben had found her first.
"Rory sweety are you there?"
He could swear he heard a faint sobbing from a dark spot in the alley and carefully walked in. His hand was clenched around his knife, something he always carried with him since the day he had been beaten up. Slowly his eyes adjusted to the light and he could make out a person lying on the ground.
"Rory?"
~~**~~
Rory got up, trying to wipe the dirt away from her dress but only making it worse. Her whole body was shaking and there was blood on her hands. Her hair was all messed up and there were still teardrops hanging from her eyelashes.
To the boy standing at the entrance of the alley she had never looked more beautiful. He slowly walked towards her, offering her his arms to seek solace in.
~~**~~
Rory looked at Tristan, at his smile and the look of compassion in his eyes. She knew he truly cared about her, eventhough she had broken his heart by almost marrying Ben this afternoon. The remaining distance quickly became non-existant when Rory threw herself in his arms. Tristan wrapped one arm around her waist and traced the mascara tearstains with his thumb. Rory leaned into his touch in a slow surrender. When her body relaxed against his he wrapped his other arm around her waist as well, holding her steady and comforting her at the same time.
After a while Rory looked up into his eyes.
"I don't know who I am anymore Tristan"
"I know...it's okay..."
"I don't want to hurt you"
Her voice was barely audible, and he whispered back that he didn't care. That she would never hurt him. That he would give her all the time she needed.
Her arms slid around his neck, playing with the hair at the nape of it. He softly moaned, unable to hold it in. Rory just smiled at him and started to lean in, until their lips touched.
~~**~~
CHAPTER 9:
~~**~~
They slowly broke apart, trying to steady their breath. What was supposed to be a sweet kiss had turned out into an declaration of their love for eachother and their pent up sexual frustration and longing.
Tristan could see the look in Rory's eyes starting to change. First there was a hint of peace and safety in her eyes but slowly it turned into fear, shock over what she had done. He felt her body stiffen and knew she was ready to run away again.
He reached out and grabbed her arm while looking into her eyes, trying to soothe her with just his thoughts. He felt like he was unable to speak and tried to persuade her to stay, his eyes reflecting her fear. He didn't know exactly why she was so scared but he knew his fear was of losing her again.
She tried averting her gaze but somehow his eyes forced her to look at him. His voice was soft when he finally spoke.
"Don't"
She felt tears stinging in her eyes but before they could materialize on her cheek he had already wiped them away with his thumb.
"Tristan..."
He smiled softly, accepting the apology she tried to give him in just his name.
"It's okay...I understand."
Suddenly he took something out of his pocket and placed her hands around it.
"This is yours"
She looked down at the little red book and back up at him.
"If you want me to I will leave you alone now. Let me just give you some money for a hotel or something..."
She smiled at him, silently thanking him for thinking about that at such a time. She wouldn't have known where to go if he had just left without saying a word.
"Call me when you need me"
A soft kiss was placed on her forehead, and the feeling of his touch lingered long after he had turned around and walked out of the alley. She clutched the book to her chest and cried a few silent tears before thanking every god there was for sending her Tristan DuGrey.
~~**~~
Dear Diary
I hate Tristan! I really *really* hate Tristan! He cut off the hair of
my beautiful new barbie doll! And when I started crying he just
laughed and threatened to cut off my hair too! I hate him!
Rory smiled at her clumsy handwriting and at the furious way the words were jotted down in her diary. She could vaguely remember something like that happen in her past and felt her heart do a backflip. Maybe this way she would remember things. Or would she just remember reading them?
She turned the page and started to read another fragment.
Dear Diary
Tristan is sweet! He bought me a new barbiedoll! One I like much much
more than I liked my last one. We're friends again, but if he
threatens to cut off my hair again I'll cut his off next time we have
a sleepover!
Dear Diary
Today Tristan did something really gross! He pushed his mouth on mine
and tried to get his tongue in my mouth. It felt so wet and weird and
icky. I almost had to cry but I didn't want to in front of him so I
slapped him and ran off.
Quickly Rory caught up on her childhoodmemories. Some brought a smile on her face where others left her with a dreamy sentimental look. Slowly the fragments in her diary became more personal, more intimate. They were longer and she trusted secrets to the paper. But one thing hadn't changed.
They were still all about Tristan.
~~**~~
Dear Diary
I can't believe myself. I've grown up with him, went to school with
him, spent almost all my free time with him...I know all his nasty
habits, his jokes and smirk, the way he treats girls...and still I'm
dreaming about him. Isn't there enough Tristan in daytime already?!
I know he can never feel about me the way I feel about him. He's
changed, and he likes to walk around like he's king of the school.
Girls are practically drooling all over him and he loves it. They will
do anything for his attention.
And there I am. In the corner. Reading in a book and occasionally
stealing a glance at Tristan. In a way I am just like all those other
girls. I want his attention too, but I don't just want it for a week
or a month. I'm not the type of girl he can just play with and then
toss aside when he's not interested anymore.
So I sit in the corner and wait, for the day he will maybe finally
notice me. For the day he will confess his love to me and promises me
the world. For a day that, for all I know, will probably never come.
~~**~~
But that day had come. For the first time Rory really remembered something from her past. She thought about her feelings for Tristan, and how he had kissed her while they were studying. She remembered her own shock, the way she felt angry at herself for thinking he would see her as different from his usual conquests, and angry for the way her body betrayed her.
Small butterflies woke up in her stomach and started flying around. She felt exactly like she had at the prom. Where he had looked her into the eyes and spoke those wonderful words that made her feel like she was flying. She had felt like crying, smiling, screaming and jumping up and down and all at once. But when he kissed her all those feelings dissapeared and an incredibly deep feeling of happiness washed over her. It was so powerful she could hardly breath and she had just enough willpower to allow her arms to slide around his neck before she lost concentration and forgot about everything but his kiss.
~~**~~
He asked me to marry him.
Even now...when I'm writing it down I still can't believe it. I
haven't really recovered from the proposal, nor from what happened
after that. I should have said yes, cause truthfully, there's nothing
I want more in the whole world than to be married to Tristan. But
somehow, when I tried to speak the big important word everything but
that word came out. I started blabbering about my work and that I
didn't want to move to London. Ofcourse those reasons were all true
but they were besides the point.
He thought I didn't want to marry him when I started throwing
objections at his head. He obvioulsy felt rejected and I can't blame
him. I should have told him the truth, that whatever was going to
happen I wanted to marry him. I wanted a beautiful weddingdress and
cake and lot's of happy people and most of all I wanted to look into
his eyes and say yes. I wanted to see the happiness in his eyes and
the feeling of fuzzy warmth spreading through my body when the priest
declared us husband and wife. I would be mrs DuGrey and my whole heart
yearned for it.
But instead of explaining all those things and feelings he stirred up
I let him walk away from me. He had become angry and yelled at me. I
totally deserved it. And now he's back in London and we're probably
both miserable and thinking about eachother and there's too much
distance to do anything about it.
I wish I wasn't so scared of flying cause then I would be there in an
instant. I would hug him and kiss him and tell him my answer.
~~**~~
She smiled and wiped a tear from her eyes. More and more memories came back to her and she lowered the diary, closing her eyes and just welcoming them. It felt so good to have memories again. A past. Somewhere she belonged. Small fragments, almost like video's, appeared in het mind. Luke. The diner. Her mother. Chilton. But most of all, Tristan. He was there. He was everywhere. Everything. He was her everything.
Rory felt such an incredible urge to go tell him that that she forgot all about the fact that she was still wearing a weddingdress. She just rushed out the door and ran all the way to his appartment.
~~**~~
"Tristan!"
She banged on the door until her fists started to hurt. He had to be there! He couldn't not be there. He needed to be there for her to tell him! She needed to do this now before she would forget again, like she did the last time.
Suddenly the door opened and Rory tumbled inside. She quickly got up and looked at a very wet and almost naked Tristan. She didn't even notice the look of surprise in his eyes as she took in his appearance. God...she had forgotten how handsome he was when he had just taken a shower. A white towel was wrapped around his hips and small drops of water found their way down his muscular tanned body.
"Rory...what are you doing here?"
She tore her gaze from his abs and looked up at him. For a second she was confused, her thoughts were racing in her head and she was unable to form a sentence.
"I...I eh...I mean..."
Then it all came back to her. The feeling of belonging to him. Of wanting to be his.
"I never got to tell you Tristan...that my answer was yes..."
If she hadn't been at the verge of breaking down the non understanding look on Tristans face would have been hilarious. It took him a couple of seconds before it finally dawned on him.
"Oh baby...you mean..."
She looked up again and took a step closer towards him.
"Yes Tristan...it's always been yes."
He pulled her in his arms and held her, causing her tears to mingle with the water from the shower. She didn't even know why she was crying. She had never been so happy, and for the first time in months she felt exactly at place.
~~**~~
A/N: Okay...that was it. There's gonna be an epilogue but that will be the end of this story. At least I think so. Could be a change in plans though.
A/N: Please review!!! And please please please review my other stories too! And Submission by me & smile1!!!