Being Alone.
What if naked guy outside Rory's room was none other than Tristan?? TRORY
Disclaimer: I do not own the Gilmore Girls show, or the people on it... trust me there would be a lot more Tristan if I did :) I don't own Disney movies (well, maybe on VHS) but I love them so you might find some quotes in this.
Author's Note: OK... I'm pretty sure I've bumped into this idea before... at least once, but I can't remember the actual story, so I'm just gonna say I'm sorry to whoever wrote it if mine happens to be like yours. I would also like to warn you that this is my first fan-fic ever. Enjoy!
Paring: Rory/Tristan
Rory laid in bed thinking. She hadn´t moved more than what was absolutely necessary. Her head was aching. For as long as she could remember her relationship with Jess had been about her being in love with him and him not knowing. And now, they seemed to have trade places, but even of this she wasn´t sure. She had a feeling that she didn´t love him, but it was so much easier to be there one in love and hearbroke... to be entitled to hate him.
She wasn´t quite ready to give that up. But then again if she was in love and so was he, they should be together... right? It only made sense. Then why don´t I want to be with him?
And then there was Tristan, of course. This new version of Tristan the world had been granted with. The one who was kind and caring. The one she had come to befriend and care about. The one who had a freaking date tonight with stupid Heather-whats-her-face, the bastard. WTF? So back to Tristan. Again she had a feeling she couldn´t fight, the feeling that she belonged at his side. She keep telling herself he was dating and that they were just friends but she couldn´t ignore that voice saying she had set those rules. That he would give everything up if she "claimed her place". Funny enough that voice sounded just like Paris. It was like she was princess but had a chance at being queen if only she decided to step up to it. The analogy was kinda off... ya know, kings and queens, but hey! He was king of Chilton so it worked.
AG! Things were a lot better when there was no Jess or Tristan. I could focus on my studying, everything was just great. Why can´t they just vanish? Technically Jess already did, why couldn´t Tristan join him? Cuz you want to be queen. Shut up, Paris. I have enough with the one of you who is not currently living in my head!
Men had been sent to her life to drive her crazy, that was it. She just needed to be alo...
"Sometimes it's better to be alone, no one can hurt you..." She heard her words being spoken by the TV. Walking out her room she saw Tanna watching some cartoon which she recognized as Hercules though only after seeing the box. She was about to go when she heard that Meg chick say something about girls learning and started singing. Rory was stuck right where she was.
(Meg)
If there's a prize for rotten judgment,
I guess I've already won that
No man is worth the aggravation
That's ancient history,
Been there, done that
(Muses)
Who'd ya think you're kidding?
He's the earth and heaven to ya
Try to keep it hidden, honey we can see right through ya
Girl ya can't conceal it
We know how you're feelin', who you're thinking of
Great, just great... now the muses are singing too
Ooooh
No chance, no way, I won't say it, no no
You swoon, you sigh
Why deny it, uh oh
It's too...cliché
I won't say I'm in love
I thought my heart had learned its lesson
It feels so good when ya start out
My head is screaming "get a grip, girl!"
"Unless you're dying to cry your heart out!" Ooooh oooh
You keep on denying
Who you are and how you're feelin'
Baby, we're not lying, hon we saw ya have this feelin'
Face it like a grown up
When ya gonna own up that ya got, got, got it bad?
No chance, no way, I won't say it, no no
Give up, or give in
Check the grin, you're in love!
This scene won't play I won't say I'm in love
You're way off base, I won't say it
Get off my case, I won't say it
Girl, don't be proud, it's ok, you're in love
At least out loud, I won't say I'm in....love
By the time the song was over Rory had managed to walk to her room, grab her jacket and quickly stormed out of the apartment. She needed to think some more. Half an hour and 3 coffees later she needed to talk to someone. Lorelai... well that wouldn't do, she was having an other movie night with Luke and she really didn't wanna interrupt that. Where was Paris when you needed her? Oh yeah, on a date with Jamie; so she did the sensible thing to do... call her cel.
"Paris?"
"The one and only."
"God, you really should stop hanging out with Tristan."
"Hahaha. Rory what's up?"
"Uh... I just... I, I was wondering if you were planning on coming back."
"Is something wrong?"
"No, well I think not, I just wanted to talk to you about something."
"Oh... ok. Give me a sec." Rory could hear her talking to Jamie without being able to figure out what they were saying.
"I'll be back around 10, would that be ok?"
"Oh, don't change your plans for me, it's nothing I promise... we'll talk about it tomorrow." She said backing off.
"No, we won't. I'm not changing anything. I'll see you at 10 and we'll talk, k?"
"Ok, see ya then. Bye."
"Bye."
---- - ---
"Gilmore, spill" shouted Paris as she walked through their bedroom door.
"Paris! Don´t you ever do that to me again!"
"Yeah... whatever... now tell me, what is it?"
"Well.. if you scare me to death then I won´t be able to tell you, now will I?"
"Are you dead?"
"What? NO."
"Ok, then talk." Rory stared at her and sighed defeated. She then spent the next hour filling Paris in on Jess´s visit to Stars Hollow and her date with Tristan. She told her about the theater and the dancing and how she couldn´t say why, but she just knew he meant to sing those words to her. She told her about the almost kiss and her never ending thinking marathon of today. She didn´t say anything about the song thought. It was kinda weird to say that you thought you had realized your feelings because of a song that was part of a cartoon movie. When she was done she looked at Paris expecting her to give her all of the answers to her problems.
"Really, I don´t see what´s wrong here. You don´t love Jess and I think deep down you´ve known this all along. You did, back when you two where together, but you want someone who would have stayed and fight for you, not walk away and come back expecting everything to be OK. Not loving him now doesn´t mean that you can´t still be hurt by what he did. You can do both. As for Tristan. Well it was about bloody time you realized he is head over heals for you... AND YOU FOR HIM." She said smiling. "Now the problem is... what do you want to do about it?"
"I don´t know, Paris. Is not like I can go over there and say: Hey, nice day today huh? By the way, I like you, a lot, so do you think you can give up who ever you are with to be with me?"
"Why not?"
"Well, for starters cuz he is on a date with Heather something... and to continue cuz people don´t do that."
"Yes, people DO do that... and more. Rory he really likes you, but he knew you weren´t ready for a relationship so he won´t push unless you give him some kind of sign that it is OK."
"You think so?"
"I know so. As for Heather, I wouldn´t worry. She probably is some kind of bimbo who will bore him to death with her description of the qualities of her new transparent mascara. And besides, I´m sure he is still hang up on that moment of last night." Rory smiled gratefully to her friend. She knew she had to talk to Tristan and she would have gone to his apartment right then but she had to wait. She hated waiting... maybe if she went to bed time would pass by faster.
"Thanks Paris. I think I´m gonna go to bed now, and tomorrow I might take a walk through that building with lovely apartments in 40th street." She said still smiling.
"I think that would be great. They are absolutely divine."
"Night Paris."
"Night Rory."
---- - ---
She gathered all the straight and courage she could ever manage and knock in the door, knowing it might take more than that to wake Tristan up this early. There was a half smile forming in her lips that dropped the moment the door was opened.
Blue crashed on blue, but not his deep beautiful eyes, his shirt... Her shirt, the Rory shirt, hanging from the perfect little body of a half asleep half naked blond.
"Not the blue shirt" she heard herself mumble knowing the tears would come soon... The girl said something like "Can I help you?" They'd come REALLY soon, so she just ran away.
Second Disclaimer: The song from Disney´s Hercules.