Tristan and Rory have been growing these past two months. They were actually becoming friends. I mean, not really good ones, but still, they were friendly. Rory had started listening to happy rock, than depressing.

She was getting better. Everyone thought so. She was happier, and spent less time in her room, or on the bridge.

"Rory!"

Rory received a pillow planting itself hard upon her head.

"Rory! Wake up!!"

Another pillow.

"Okay! I am awake!" she shouted back at Tristan, and climbed out of bed.

Tristan exited the room, now that his work upstairs was finished, and went down to work on opening up the diner.

Rory, upstairs, started to get dressed in her uniform. After, she opened up her curtains, to reveal nice sunrays, dancing around in her room. She smiled to herself and went downstairs.

A/N: I know! Really, really short chapter, but I just don't have the time right now, and I am going to update as soon as I can, maybe next week. I don't know where I am going with this so please give me some ideas...?

~Lori Teare