Title: To Be With You
Author: carleymarie
Pairing: Trory
Rating: T
Disclaimer: I don't own Gilmore Girls.
Date Stated: December 8, 2003
Dated Finished: May 13, 2004
Dated Re-Formatted: January 19, 2008
Author's Note: I have revisited the entire fic to edit the formatting, spelling, and grammar.
Chapter 5: A Daisy/To Be With You
Throughout the afternoon, Rory had to make her way around the school alone. She met some people who seemed pleasant enough, but she couldn't remember any of their names. The day actually was a blur. She found the school work to be much harder, but tried to submerse herself into her work for the day.
She knew she loved Tristan, and she knew that when he said he loved her, he was being genuine, but she thought that their affection for each other couldn't cancel out what he did to her. The thought of falling in love with someone at such a young age and after such a short time never occurred to her. It felt like a fairy tale.
Meeting at a beautiful function, seeing each other across the room.
It was an instant connection, and as corny as it sounded, she thought he was her soul mate. At least until now.
He cheated on me.
I cringe at the thought of this.
His lips on someone else's.
I know what he was trying to say to me with his letter. He loves me. I love him. So what's the problem? The whole cheating on me thing.
I'm trying to weigh my options. I can forgive him for what he's done. Try to forget what he's done. I can't seem to say the word "cheat".
Two weeks ago, heck even yesterday if someone asked if I thought that my boyfriend would cheat on me, I'd laugh in their face. My Tristan. That perfect boy. Smart, gorgeous, and with one smile, he could make me melt.
I could also decide to not make up with him. How many times had he cheated on me before, and would he do it again? I don't want to have to be his keeper. The one who follows him around so he doesn't make out with every girl that he sees.
I'm just suppose to have to worry about if I should wear tights or socks with my skirt, not if my boyfriend and I should be together.
I know my decision will sway to one extreme or the other. Complete trust, or nothing. Boyfriend and girlfriend, but not friends. We could never be just friends.
I decide to go to the only place I can just sit and think.
The bridge. Our bridge.
I've never been one for superstition. But I see a daisy and pick it out of the ground, and then sit down on the edge of the bridge.
He loves me, he loves me not, he loves me, he loves me not, he loves me, he loves me not, he loves me. . .
I let the last few petals fall into the water, hold the bare daisy, and walk back to me car.
Rory's House
I decide to leave my things in the car because I'm craving a huge cup of coffee.
Nothing could make me happier right now than a cup of coffee.
Tristan, that is what would make me happier. Tristan and a time machine.
I walk into the house, and smell coffee.
"Mom," I called.
"Mom," I call again, but there was no answer.
Then I see a note:
Dear Rory,
I'm at the Inn, hope your first day was awesome, but I'm sure you have lots of homework, so come visit me once your done, or call me and we can meet at Luke's.
Love you!
Okay, so there is coffee made, but my mom hasn't been home in hours.
I decide to go to my room to get changed so I could finish sorting things out.
I open my door and see roses plastered all over my room.
Dozens and dozens of light pink roses. Vases on my dresser, and bookcases, and single long stemmed roses all over my bed and rose petals all over my floor.
Tristan.
"Tristan," she called.
She was in complete tears, yet they seem to be tears of joy.
During the day, she hadn't seen him. She thought he was blowing off steam or something like that, but wasn't completely sure. This must have been what he was doing. The turtle with the key under it. He always had known about it when he wanted to sneak in at night to hang out, talk, or . . . make out.
Rory turns around to look for him when she sees him standing in her doorway.
"I know it doesn't seem like much. But when we met you told me that you loved coffee and light pink roses," he said.
"I want you to be able to trust me, I want you to be able to love me like I love you, but I know that won't happen after what I did. I know I can make countless excuses, but you may think I'm not telling you the truth. I'm willing to do anything to make everything good between --"
"Us," Rory finished.
She moved over to the bed and sat down, while Tristan was seemed glued to the door frame.
"Come here," she says.
Tristan reluctantly walks forward.
"Close your eyes, and hold out your hand."
He does exactly what she says.
Rory pulls something out of her pocket and put it in his hand.
"Okay you can open them now," Rory replies.
Tristan looks in his hand, then back up to Rory with a questionable look on his face.
"When I came home after school I went to go sit on our bridge to think. I saw a daisy, and although I'm not one for superstition I started pulling at the petals," she explains.
Tristan looks at the daisy and it has one petal still intact.
"What does this one mean?"
"What do you think?"
"That he loves you, a lot."
Tristan pulls Rory up into a kiss.
One that aches with longing, hope and promises.
He puts his arms around he waist and she leans backwards slightly so she can see him.
They look into each other's eyes.
"You know you're lucky that I like corny things, or else there would be no hope for you."
"I know," he said softly.
"But when I was sitting in my car driving home I thought about what my life would be like with out you, and I didn't want to imagine it," Rory said.
"Me either, but do you know what?" he asked.
"What?"
"I don't think that roses should be your favourite flowers anymore, I think it should be daisies," Tristan said.
Rory smiles back.
"And to go with your last comment, I don't think I could live my life without you. All I know is I want To Be With You."
The End