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Rory's POV-
In the car, Tristan and I didn't talk a lot. But I didn't mind, I would have thought it would be very uncomfortable, yet it was . . . nice.
After a five minute drive he pulled up into a mansion. I was surprised to say the least. I mean, I always knew he had money, I just wasn't expecting... this. The house was huge, it looked like an old Victorian styled mansion brought out of a book or a fairy tale. We went in and he took me directly to his room and gave me a pair of black sweat pants and a Chilton Athletic Department shirt, and directed me towards the bathroom to change.
I changed and left my uniform in his room, on the floor by his hamper. When I opened the door to leave, he was leaning against the wall, his arms crossed over his chest, looking at me.
"I wanted to make sure you had everything you needed" he said.
"Yeah... Okay. Thanks. Um, thanks again. For letting me come here" I said, looking down at the floor, I really hadn't expected him to act this way... all sweet and so un-Tristan like.
"No problem," he said, slightly smiling for a second, but the looking at me seriously again "So, do you want to talk about it?" I didn't say anything, so he continued "Maybe the reason you keep crying?" he asked.
"Not really. It's just... it's too hard. I'd rather just forget it." I said looking down
"Fine." He let the subject drop... for now that is "So, what do you want to do?" he asked. Grateful for the change of subject I answered...
"I don't know" Then it occurred to me "Did you already have plans or something?"
"That would have been nice to ask before you asked me to come over." he said, smirking. Yet it wasn't the same annoying smirk... it was playful.
"Oh... I'm-"
"I was kidding, calm down. No, I didn't have any plans. Promise." he smiled.
"Okay. As long as I am not interrupting anything." I said, relieved.
"Nope. I'm completely free and yours for the day." He said smiling and wiggling his eyebrows. I could feel myself blush as he said it.
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah...There's nothing I'd enjoy more"
I rolled my eyes, "At least you're not treating me any different. . ."
"Well, you don't wanna talk about it…."
"No, I don't."
"…so, as far as I know, there is no reason to treat you differently"
"Nice logic."
"I thought so . . . shall we?" he asked, offering his arm. I accepted it and linked my arm in his as we started walking down the hall and into a large room, complete with a large screen T.V, a big black couch and a coffee table and stereo equipment, a few amplifier's here and there.
"Wow. . . I can't believe you live here" I said amazed, this house just kept getting better and better.
"Not in the particular room, but yes, I do live here." he laughed.
"Your house looks more like a showcase then an actual home."
"Sad, isn't it?" he smiled slightly. It was different though. It wasn't the patented 'Tristan' smile, he looked kind of . . . sad. "You know, when we were little, we weren't allowed in here without an adult. An adult that was never our parents, it was usually the nanny or one of the maids."
"We?" I asked. I didn't know that he had any siblings. I always pictured him as a single child, with the typical spoiled little rich kid childhood.
"My sister and I" he explained
"I didn't know you had a sister." I said, hoping he would open up more. I liked it when he did. I didn't really know much about him.
"Yeah. She's a year younger than me. She goes to an all girl's school"
"Why?"
"My mother originally planned to have me enrolled in an all boy's school but my father thought it would be bad because I might end up 'enjoying the company of males more than I should'. I guess he wouldn't be able to have a gay son."
"I can't picture you at an all boy's school." I laughed.
"Yeah. Neither could half the girls at Chilton. But my sister likes it, so she's alright" he said shrugging.
"What's she like?" I asked.
"She's great; I really think you'll like her. She should be home later, you just might have the honor of meeting her." he said.
"Um . . . sure, that would be great."
"Cool. Did you wanna watch a movie or TV or something?"
"Yeah. That sounds cool."
"Which movie?" he asked and opened a huge cabinet of DVDs.
"I don't know, you pick" I said. He pulled out a couple movies and put one in.
"What did you pick?" I asked.
"You'll see. Calm down." he said and led me over to the couch. "Sit." he instructed and I obliged, and he patted me on the head, saying "Good girl." I smacked his hand, laughing.
"Where are you going?" I asked when he started to walk out.
"You want something to eat?"
"Sure, I'll come help you." I said, getting up and following him to a exceptionally large kitchen. It was, like, twice the size of my grandparents. Sookie would die if she ever saw this.
"Wow. This place is huge."
"Yeah, I know. So, chips, soda, coffee, candy . . .?" he said, reaching out for random objects.
"All of the above?"
"Wise choice."
I smiled at him, it was nice. This was nice . . . not having to worry about anything, having him treat me right . . . not like. . . NO! She wouldn't think about that . . . she would just concentrate on this moment. . . Under any other circumstances that would have been easier said than done, but Tristan made thing's so much easier.
well love it or hate it, plz review i appreciate seeing all those REVIEW ALRETS in my mailbow. thnx
love-
Skittles
And Oh my gosh! You all rock. thnx 4 the positive feedback. littleangelinlove- u were right! but shhh! don't let them know. thnx ssssssssooooooo much 4 reading my story n reviewing.
Rory's POV-
In the car, Tristan and I didn't talk a lot. But I didn't mind, I would have thought it would be very uncomfortable, yet it was . . . nice.
After a five minute drive he pulled up into a mansion. I was surprised to say the least. I mean, I always knew he had money, I just wasn't expecting... this. The house was huge, it looked like an old Victorian styled mansion brought out of a book or a fairy tale. We went in and he took me directly to his room and gave me a pair of black sweat pants and a Chilton Athletic Department shirt, and directed me towards the bathroom to change.
I changed and left my uniform in his room, on the floor by his hamper. When I opened the door to leave, he was leaning against the wall, his arms crossed over his chest, looking at me.
"I wanted to make sure you had everything you needed" he said.
"Yeah... Okay. Thanks. Um, thanks again. For letting me come here" I said, looking down at the floor, I really hadn't expected him to act this way... all sweet and so un-Tristan like.
"No problem," he said, slightly smiling for a second, but the looking at me seriously again "So, do you want to talk about it?" I didn't say anything, so he continued "Maybe the reason you keep crying?" he asked.
"Not really. It's just... it's too hard. I'd rather just forget it." I said looking down
"Fine." He let the subject drop... for now that is "So, what do you want to do?" he asked. Grateful for the change of subject I answered...
"I don't know" Then it occurred to me "Did you already have plans or something?"
"That would have been nice to ask before you asked me to come over." he said, smirking. Yet it wasn't the same annoying smirk... it was playful.
"Oh... I'm-"
"I was kidding, calm down. No, I didn't have any plans. Promise." he smiled.
"Okay. As long as I am not interrupting anything." I said, relieved.
"Nope. I'm completely free and yours for the day." He said smiling and wiggling his eyebrows. I could feel myself blush as he said it.
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah...There's nothing I'd enjoy more"
I rolled my eyes, "At least you're not treating me any different. . ."
"Well, you don't wanna talk about it…."
"No, I don't."
"…so, as far as I know, there is no reason to treat you differently"
"Nice logic."
"I thought so . . . shall we?" he asked, offering his arm. I accepted it and linked my arm in his as we started walking down the hall and into a large room, complete with a large screen T.V, a big black couch and a coffee table and stereo equipment, a few amplifier's here and there.
"Wow. . . I can't believe you live here" I said amazed, this house just kept getting better and better.
"Not in the particular room, but yes, I do live here." he laughed.
"Your house looks more like a showcase then an actual home."
"Sad, isn't it?" he smiled slightly. It was different though. It wasn't the patented 'Tristan' smile, he looked kind of . . . sad. "You know, when we were little, we weren't allowed in here without an adult. An adult that was never our parents, it was usually the nanny or one of the maids."
"We?" I asked. I didn't know that he had any siblings. I always pictured him as a single child, with the typical spoiled little rich kid childhood.
"My sister and I" he explained
"I didn't know you had a sister." I said, hoping he would open up more. I liked it when he did. I didn't really know much about him.
"Yeah. She's a year younger than me. She goes to an all girl's school"
"Why?"
"My mother originally planned to have me enrolled in an all boy's school but my father thought it would be bad because I might end up 'enjoying the company of males more than I should'. I guess he wouldn't be able to have a gay son."
"I can't picture you at an all boy's school." I laughed.
"Yeah. Neither could half the girls at Chilton. But my sister likes it, so she's alright" he said shrugging.
"What's she like?" I asked.
"She's great; I really think you'll like her. She should be home later, you just might have the honor of meeting her." he said.
"Um . . . sure, that would be great."
"Cool. Did you wanna watch a movie or TV or something?"
"Yeah. That sounds cool."
"Which movie?" he asked and opened a huge cabinet of DVDs.
"I don't know, you pick" I said. He pulled out a couple movies and put one in.
"What did you pick?" I asked.
"You'll see. Calm down." he said and led me over to the couch. "Sit." he instructed and I obliged, and he patted me on the head, saying "Good girl." I smacked his hand, laughing.
"Where are you going?" I asked when he started to walk out.
"You want something to eat?"
"Sure, I'll come help you." I said, getting up and following him to a exceptionally large kitchen. It was, like, twice the size of my grandparents. Sookie would die if she ever saw this.
"Wow. This place is huge."
"Yeah, I know. So, chips, soda, coffee, candy . . .?" he said, reaching out for random objects.
"All of the above?"
"Wise choice."
I smiled at him, it was nice. This was nice . . . not having to worry about anything, having him treat me right . . . not like. . . NO! She wouldn't think about that . . . she would just concentrate on this moment. . . Under any other circumstances that would have been easier said than done, but Tristan made thing's so much easier.
well love it or hate it, plz review i appreciate seeing all those REVIEW ALRETS in my mailbow. thnx
love-
Skittles