A/N Hey everyone! I'm back. I'm awfully sorry for the lack of updating but
I wasn't really in the mood to write and
I knew that if I was going to write anyway, it would suck enormously!
Thanks to all of you have reviewed my last chapter!
So, I hope you're all going to like this new chapter. I know I do. Enjoy
and keep reviewing, they make my day!
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He kissed her with all he had. He didn't ask for entrance, he just took it. Taking what he wanted: her. Luckily Rory didn't object. She moaned into his mouth, she'd always known he was a great kisser. His hands left her face and gripped her waist, pulling her even closer. She loved the feel of his body against hers, and pressed her body even closer. Tristan groaned...
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*Oh my God!* Rory awoke with a start. Her breathing was heavy and her body felt heated.
*I can not believe I had this dream again. It's been like...what... 4 nights in a row now? Jesus Christ Rory, get a grip girl.*
She waited till her breathing calmed down and bit, and tried to relax. Soon she fell asleep...
Rory was right; this had been the 4th night in a row for her to have this dream. Always the same dream: Tristan, kissing her passionately. And she didn't object at all. The first time she had this dream she didn't really know what to think of it. Why would she dream something like this? But then it doomed upon her. The dreams had started the night after Tristan and she had gone swimming. Something had changed that evening. She had seen the way he looked at her, and then she understood.
They weren't just friends...
They'd never been JUST friends...
So for the last 4 days she had tried to act as normal as she could towards him, but it didn't work. Everything was awkward. When he would give her a friendly hug or when their hands would touch when he gave her coffee, she would feel tingles through her body. Normally only Tristan would have felt that way, because well.....he was in love. But now, Rory felt it too. Of course she didn't want to admit it, and because of that she was acting very weird around him.
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Meanwhile, Tristan was lying in his bed, staring at the ceiling. Sleep was hard to find, because there was this big mess of thoughts in his mind. Not a big surprise, but they were all about Rory.
Tristan was getting frustrated. He noticed the way she was acting around him and he knew something had changed, that day in the pool. He knew she felt something too, every time they touched. Although he had promised himself to back off, and to be just friends with her, he was starting to get really frustrated. He couldn't stand it when she was being so stand-offish around him. He couldn't stand the fact that she was acting all shy around him. After that day in the pool he had this secret hope that maybe she had some sort of feelings for him too, but he didn't want to mess things up. So he just tried to lay low, and he tried to keep his cool. But oh boy, it was getting so difficult. He wasn't sure if he was able to hold on for so long.
Love, after all, can only be tamed for so long...
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Next day at Chilton, Rory was stuffing books in her locker. She was so damn tired. The dreams had been keeping her awake lately, and she was on the verge of breaking down. She needed sleep, but most of all she needed peace inside her mind. She was thinking way too much about a certain someone. *Maybe * she thought * it's time for me to do something. Maybe I just have to talk to him. Lay it all out in the open. Tell him that I....... that I what? That I get tingles every time we touch? That I've been having dreams about him? I can't do that!*
"Aargh!" Rory let out a frustrated sigh.
Right that instant, Tristan appeared. "Hey Ror, a little moody today aren't we?"
"Eh.......yeah....you could say that."
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing....it's just.....it's nothing. Just....leave me alone for a while...ok?" And with that said, she grabbed her bag and walked to class, leaving Tristan standing by her locker. * I'm not ready to tell him. *
Tristan sighed, and placed the two cups of coffee in his own locker. He didn't need them anymore now did he? Nobody noticed the look of pain in his eyes, signalling that she once again had hurt him. Not on purpose, he too knew that, but still it hurt. Sighing, he grabbed his bag and walked to class.
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A couple of hours later, Rory collapsed into a chair in the cafeteria. God, she was tired. It was like everyone was against her today. The teachers were even more strict than usual, she had to write three (!) essays this weekend, Paris was being even more terrible today, and on top of that: Tristan had been following her all day.
He wasn't letting her get of the hook so easy. He really wanted to know what was wrong. She hated him for doing that. Why couldn't he just leave her alone? He was the last one she needed right now.
Well, maybe that wasn't really true. Maybe he was just the one she needed right now. But she didn't want to see that.
"Hey Grumpy, be careful or your face will stay that way forever. Oh, that would be bad..." Tristan said, after sitting down next to her.
"Just go away, please. I'm having the crappiest day of my life." Rory mumbled.
"Well Mary, maybe I can do something about it. Was Paris being mean to you again? Cause I can go and kick her ass for that, you know. Or do you have a whole lot of homework to do? Cause I could also help you with that. You know, just studying together? Come on, Ror. It can't be that bad!"
"It's nothing like that, Tristan." She sighed.
"OK, I've had enough of this. Come on Rory, let's go."
Tristan grabbed her by the waist and dragged her out of the cafeteria.
"Hey, what are you doing? Let me go!"
Rory really wanted to break free, but somehow her body had stopped listening to her the moment Tristan placed his strong arm around her waist. She noticed how they fit perfectly. Tristan didn't respond and just kept walking. Rory saw where they were going.
The bench.
He let go of Rory's waist and both of them mourned the loss of contact. He sat beside her and grabbed her hand.
"Rory, please tell me what is going on? It's not just today; you've been acting strange around me for a few days now. What have I done wrong? Did I say something or do something? Tell me, baby, I can't stand the fact that you're being so depressed." All the time he was looking at her intensely.
Tristan almost kicked himself. * Did I just call her baby?*
The tables had turned. Rory was no longer uncomfortable, Tristan was.
"Did you just....call me baby?" Rory asked, looking deep into his eyes. She felt tingles all through her body, just because of the fact that Tristan had called her baby. Tristan didn't say anything; he shifted his eyes, trying to avoid Rory's.
And then she knew.
She touched his cheek with her hand gentle, her touch sending shivers through them both. She forced him to look at her. He slowly raised his eyes to meet hers. She looked deep into them, as if looking for something.
She found it.
Her eyes got wide.
Everything made sense now.
"Oh my god, you love me." Rory whispered.
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I know, I know.....I promised myself I wouldn't rush anything, but hey they're not together yet, are they? Please let me know what you think of this chapter? What should happen next? How should Tristan react? I'm looking forward to your ideas!
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He kissed her with all he had. He didn't ask for entrance, he just took it. Taking what he wanted: her. Luckily Rory didn't object. She moaned into his mouth, she'd always known he was a great kisser. His hands left her face and gripped her waist, pulling her even closer. She loved the feel of his body against hers, and pressed her body even closer. Tristan groaned...
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*Oh my God!* Rory awoke with a start. Her breathing was heavy and her body felt heated.
*I can not believe I had this dream again. It's been like...what... 4 nights in a row now? Jesus Christ Rory, get a grip girl.*
She waited till her breathing calmed down and bit, and tried to relax. Soon she fell asleep...
Rory was right; this had been the 4th night in a row for her to have this dream. Always the same dream: Tristan, kissing her passionately. And she didn't object at all. The first time she had this dream she didn't really know what to think of it. Why would she dream something like this? But then it doomed upon her. The dreams had started the night after Tristan and she had gone swimming. Something had changed that evening. She had seen the way he looked at her, and then she understood.
They weren't just friends...
They'd never been JUST friends...
So for the last 4 days she had tried to act as normal as she could towards him, but it didn't work. Everything was awkward. When he would give her a friendly hug or when their hands would touch when he gave her coffee, she would feel tingles through her body. Normally only Tristan would have felt that way, because well.....he was in love. But now, Rory felt it too. Of course she didn't want to admit it, and because of that she was acting very weird around him.
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Meanwhile, Tristan was lying in his bed, staring at the ceiling. Sleep was hard to find, because there was this big mess of thoughts in his mind. Not a big surprise, but they were all about Rory.
Tristan was getting frustrated. He noticed the way she was acting around him and he knew something had changed, that day in the pool. He knew she felt something too, every time they touched. Although he had promised himself to back off, and to be just friends with her, he was starting to get really frustrated. He couldn't stand it when she was being so stand-offish around him. He couldn't stand the fact that she was acting all shy around him. After that day in the pool he had this secret hope that maybe she had some sort of feelings for him too, but he didn't want to mess things up. So he just tried to lay low, and he tried to keep his cool. But oh boy, it was getting so difficult. He wasn't sure if he was able to hold on for so long.
Love, after all, can only be tamed for so long...
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Next day at Chilton, Rory was stuffing books in her locker. She was so damn tired. The dreams had been keeping her awake lately, and she was on the verge of breaking down. She needed sleep, but most of all she needed peace inside her mind. She was thinking way too much about a certain someone. *Maybe * she thought * it's time for me to do something. Maybe I just have to talk to him. Lay it all out in the open. Tell him that I....... that I what? That I get tingles every time we touch? That I've been having dreams about him? I can't do that!*
"Aargh!" Rory let out a frustrated sigh.
Right that instant, Tristan appeared. "Hey Ror, a little moody today aren't we?"
"Eh.......yeah....you could say that."
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing....it's just.....it's nothing. Just....leave me alone for a while...ok?" And with that said, she grabbed her bag and walked to class, leaving Tristan standing by her locker. * I'm not ready to tell him. *
Tristan sighed, and placed the two cups of coffee in his own locker. He didn't need them anymore now did he? Nobody noticed the look of pain in his eyes, signalling that she once again had hurt him. Not on purpose, he too knew that, but still it hurt. Sighing, he grabbed his bag and walked to class.
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A couple of hours later, Rory collapsed into a chair in the cafeteria. God, she was tired. It was like everyone was against her today. The teachers were even more strict than usual, she had to write three (!) essays this weekend, Paris was being even more terrible today, and on top of that: Tristan had been following her all day.
He wasn't letting her get of the hook so easy. He really wanted to know what was wrong. She hated him for doing that. Why couldn't he just leave her alone? He was the last one she needed right now.
Well, maybe that wasn't really true. Maybe he was just the one she needed right now. But she didn't want to see that.
"Hey Grumpy, be careful or your face will stay that way forever. Oh, that would be bad..." Tristan said, after sitting down next to her.
"Just go away, please. I'm having the crappiest day of my life." Rory mumbled.
"Well Mary, maybe I can do something about it. Was Paris being mean to you again? Cause I can go and kick her ass for that, you know. Or do you have a whole lot of homework to do? Cause I could also help you with that. You know, just studying together? Come on, Ror. It can't be that bad!"
"It's nothing like that, Tristan." She sighed.
"OK, I've had enough of this. Come on Rory, let's go."
Tristan grabbed her by the waist and dragged her out of the cafeteria.
"Hey, what are you doing? Let me go!"
Rory really wanted to break free, but somehow her body had stopped listening to her the moment Tristan placed his strong arm around her waist. She noticed how they fit perfectly. Tristan didn't respond and just kept walking. Rory saw where they were going.
The bench.
He let go of Rory's waist and both of them mourned the loss of contact. He sat beside her and grabbed her hand.
"Rory, please tell me what is going on? It's not just today; you've been acting strange around me for a few days now. What have I done wrong? Did I say something or do something? Tell me, baby, I can't stand the fact that you're being so depressed." All the time he was looking at her intensely.
Tristan almost kicked himself. * Did I just call her baby?*
The tables had turned. Rory was no longer uncomfortable, Tristan was.
"Did you just....call me baby?" Rory asked, looking deep into his eyes. She felt tingles all through her body, just because of the fact that Tristan had called her baby. Tristan didn't say anything; he shifted his eyes, trying to avoid Rory's.
And then she knew.
She touched his cheek with her hand gentle, her touch sending shivers through them both. She forced him to look at her. He slowly raised his eyes to meet hers. She looked deep into them, as if looking for something.
She found it.
Her eyes got wide.
Everything made sense now.
"Oh my god, you love me." Rory whispered.
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I know, I know.....I promised myself I wouldn't rush anything, but hey they're not together yet, are they? Please let me know what you think of this chapter? What should happen next? How should Tristan react? I'm looking forward to your ideas!
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