A/N: hi guys, sorry I took so long with this but it has seriously been the
worst week of my life. I know what I want to happen in this chapter but I'm
not sure how I'm going to do it so I apologise in advance if this sucks!
Rory had finished her homework and had even had time to go for coffee with her mom where she got to see her Mom and Luke flirt with each other. Luke had been acting weird around her which prompted her mom to tell her that Luke knew about Tristan. Her mom had been teasing her about it since she got home so unable to take it anymore; Rory locked herself in her bedroom and put on her CD player to drown out the sound of her mom whining. It was then that she remembered the letter that Tristan had left in her locker that morning. Racing over to her bag, she took it out and sat down on her bed, ready to read it.
Rory, You might be surprised to get this letter and I have to admit that I'm surprised to be writing it. I'm sitting on the plane right now, and every second takes me further away from you. I'm not trying to be sappy here and it's not a line but the thought of not seeing you is killing me. Last night was the most amazing night of my life and I will remember it forever, it'll be the only thing to keep me sane in the next few months.
I don't know if you realise this but I've been crazy about you since that first day you came to Chilton. I'm serious so don't bother rolling your eyes. I'm not about to make any big declarations of love or anything like that but I don't want you to regret last night. You deserved a better first time than the one I gave you; I didn't tell you that I loved you, and god, it was at a party for Christ's sake. You deserved better than that, you deserved flowers and candles and all that romantic stuff and I'm sorry I couldn't give you all of that but please don't hate me for it.
Do you remember what I told you last night? That you were the only one I ever cared about? Well it's true. I'm not trying to hurt you but let's face it, you were not my first, not even close but it felt like you were. I was so nervous, I'm never nervous, except around you, I mean that too. Right now you're probably thinking that I'm never sincere or anything close and I admit, at times I was a jerk. That was my way of getting you to notice me. I wasn't mature enough to be sincere with you but I could be a jerk and if that meant you hated me, well at least you felt something towards me.
I'm not even sure what the whole point of this letter is but I know that I want to tell you that I care so much about you and I don't expect you to wait for me, but I just want you to know that I care more than you will ever know because I will never be able to say it. I just needed you to know that and I hope that you don't regret the best night of my life because it is one of the only things in my life that I don't regret
Always,
Tristan.
Rory sat staring at the letter for what seemed like forever, then in a swift motion, she dropped the letter, stood up, grabbed her keys and darted out the door. Her mom had been sitting in the living room, channel surfing and she looked up when Rory walked though like she was running a marathon.
'Hey sweets, what's up?'
'I'm going out.'
'Should I wait up?' Lorelai asked with a smirk.
'Probably not.' Rory smiled before leaving the house.
About five seconds later, Lorelai heard Rory's car roar to life and speed out of the drive. She smiled to herself and went up to bed knowing it would be a waste of time waiting for her daughter to return.
Rory reached Hartford in the record time of twenty minutes. She drove on to the house she knew as Tristan's. She killed the engine and got out. It was nearly ten so she knew she couldn't knock the door and she didn't know what bedroom was his so she stood thinking for a minute before whipping out her cell phone. She dialled Tristan's cell and he answered on the second ring.
'Hey, I was hoping you'd call.' He answered.
'Why couldn't you call me?' she asked, her mission momentarily forgotten.
'Because I didn't know how you'd react to the letter.'
'Go to your window.'
'What?'
'Just do it.'
'Okay.'
A moment later, Rory saw him, emerging onto a balcony. He looked around and then he spotted her.
'Hi.' She smiled, pleased with the look on his face.
'Hi.' He grinned before running back inside.
Rory was left standing there wondering what he was up to. A couple of minutes passed by and then she heard a noise. She looked around only to see the back door opening. A grinning Tristan stood waiting and Rory smiled and the pleased expression on his face. Still talking into the cell, Tristan said.
'Listen Mar, I've got a visitor, I need to go.'
'Okay, I'll call you later.' She grinned, playing along.
They hung up the phones and Rory ran and jumped into his arms. Tristan immediately started kissing her, pulling her closer and closer until every part of him was touching her. They continued in this way for several minutes until their location became a bit to public to be desired. Wordlessly, Tristan led Rory through the kitchen and into the main hall. There, they started kissing again, huge grins covering both of their faces. They stumbled up the stairs while still kissing each other and miraculously made it to Tristan's room without disturbing his parents or little brother, not that Rory knew he had one.
*
Rory wrapped the sheet around her and rolled over to lean on Tristan's chest so she could see the clock. It had just turned half eleven. She should've left for home a half hour ago but she had been otherwise occupied. Tristan saw she was looking at the clock and he knew what she was thinking, he groaned at the thought of her leaving, he knew she had to but not yet, it was too soon. Rory snuggled deeper into his embrace and Tristan smiled, kissing her hair.
'This is nice.' Rory said.
'It's better than nice.' Tristan growled, rolling over so that he was on top of her, causing Rory to giggle hysterically. Tristan silenced her with a passionate kiss.
'Sssh, we'll wake up Dylan.'
'Who?'
'My brother, he's thirteen.'
'I didn't know you had a brother.'
'Well now you do.'
'What's he like?'
'You're really killing the mood here Mary.' Tristan grumbled, nipping at her earlobe.
'Sorry.' She grinned.
'You're forgiven.'
'Good to know.'
They kissed again, this time sweetly. Rory looked up at Tristan who in turn was staring intently at her.
'When's your birthday?' she asked randomly.
'What?' he asked 'Where did that come from?'
'Well I just realised that I know very little about you and I don't want it to be like that, I want to know the stuff that girlfriends are supposed to know.'
'I will be 18 on December 7th.'
'And how do you get along with Dylan?'
'Okay I guess, he can be a bit annoying but I'm grooming him to take over from me at Chilton next year.'
'You really think anyone can replace you Tristan?' she asked playfully.
'Hell no, I'm irreplaceable but who better to try than my own brother?'
'And welcome back Mr. Ego, I missed you.'
'Aw really? My ego is touched.'
'I'm sure.' Rory replied, laughing. 'And what about your parents, how do you get along with them?'
'I like my Mom, she's the one I can go to and talk to. And Dad? Well that's a different story, my relationship with him was non existent until I went to England, then when we started speaking on the phone, we started getting closer. He's not about to win father of the year or anything, but he's okay, I know he cares.'
'I'm glad you are staring to get along with him.'
'Me too.'
'Next question, this is an important one, what's your favourite movie?'
'The Shawshank Redemption.'
'Ooh, I love that, excellent choice.'
'Why thank you, what's yours?'
'Charlie and the Chocolate Factory of course.' Rory replied as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
'Oh, of course,' Tristan grinned 'I think I saw that once.'
'Only once? Blasphemous, ignorant deprived person! How do you're parents sleep at night?'
'Okay, chill. I promise I will watch it more.'
'Good answer.'
'I like being alive so it was the logical one.'
'Smart boy. Do you have a favourite book?'
'To Kill a Mockingbird.'
'I love that book.' Rory answered appreciatively.
'What's yours?'
'Off the top of my head, Mrs Dalloway or Pride and Prejudice.'
'Virginia Wolfe and Jane Austen, why am I not surprised?'
'Hey they are both excellent books and they are excellent writers.'
'I'm not arguing but I'm just saying that they are so typical for a feminist such as yourself, they were both strong independent women, well, until Wolfe lost her mind, and they both deal with female leads.'
'Are you speaking knowledgably about books?'
'I do read Mary, I'll have to show you our library some time.'
'You better.'
'I promise.'
They lay in silence for a few minutes, digesting the new sides they were seeing to each other, falling even deeper because of them. The comfortable silence was broken by the harsh sound of Tristan's phone ringing. Who would be calling at nearly midnight?
'Hello?' Tristan asked while Rory tried to stay as quiet as possible.
'Katy, hi.'
Rory, who had been smiling, began to frown. Tristan let go of her and stood up, running his hands through his hair. Without Tristan noticing, Rory also stood up and began gathering his clothes. Tristan turned to see her and signalled for her to stop. He turned his back again, continuing to talk to Katy. Rory continued to get dressed and slipped out of the room. Tristan turned on hearing the door clicking and his face fell. Things had been so great and then Katy had to call, great timing as ever, he thought bitterly.
A/N: hey guys, pure trory fluff, I realise this but despite the fact that fluff is not something I'm used to writing, I think it turned out okay. I warned you that Katy's presence would be felt! This story isn't getting as many reviews as Smile did which is a bit disappointing because I think it's just as good if not better but to those who do review and even to those who are just reading and not reviewing, thanks! Oh, btw, thought I'd let ye know that a plan is formulating for a sequel to smile so I'll try and get to that soon, I think I want to finish this first! Katie xxx
Rory had finished her homework and had even had time to go for coffee with her mom where she got to see her Mom and Luke flirt with each other. Luke had been acting weird around her which prompted her mom to tell her that Luke knew about Tristan. Her mom had been teasing her about it since she got home so unable to take it anymore; Rory locked herself in her bedroom and put on her CD player to drown out the sound of her mom whining. It was then that she remembered the letter that Tristan had left in her locker that morning. Racing over to her bag, she took it out and sat down on her bed, ready to read it.
Rory, You might be surprised to get this letter and I have to admit that I'm surprised to be writing it. I'm sitting on the plane right now, and every second takes me further away from you. I'm not trying to be sappy here and it's not a line but the thought of not seeing you is killing me. Last night was the most amazing night of my life and I will remember it forever, it'll be the only thing to keep me sane in the next few months.
I don't know if you realise this but I've been crazy about you since that first day you came to Chilton. I'm serious so don't bother rolling your eyes. I'm not about to make any big declarations of love or anything like that but I don't want you to regret last night. You deserved a better first time than the one I gave you; I didn't tell you that I loved you, and god, it was at a party for Christ's sake. You deserved better than that, you deserved flowers and candles and all that romantic stuff and I'm sorry I couldn't give you all of that but please don't hate me for it.
Do you remember what I told you last night? That you were the only one I ever cared about? Well it's true. I'm not trying to hurt you but let's face it, you were not my first, not even close but it felt like you were. I was so nervous, I'm never nervous, except around you, I mean that too. Right now you're probably thinking that I'm never sincere or anything close and I admit, at times I was a jerk. That was my way of getting you to notice me. I wasn't mature enough to be sincere with you but I could be a jerk and if that meant you hated me, well at least you felt something towards me.
I'm not even sure what the whole point of this letter is but I know that I want to tell you that I care so much about you and I don't expect you to wait for me, but I just want you to know that I care more than you will ever know because I will never be able to say it. I just needed you to know that and I hope that you don't regret the best night of my life because it is one of the only things in my life that I don't regret
Always,
Tristan.
Rory sat staring at the letter for what seemed like forever, then in a swift motion, she dropped the letter, stood up, grabbed her keys and darted out the door. Her mom had been sitting in the living room, channel surfing and she looked up when Rory walked though like she was running a marathon.
'Hey sweets, what's up?'
'I'm going out.'
'Should I wait up?' Lorelai asked with a smirk.
'Probably not.' Rory smiled before leaving the house.
About five seconds later, Lorelai heard Rory's car roar to life and speed out of the drive. She smiled to herself and went up to bed knowing it would be a waste of time waiting for her daughter to return.
Rory reached Hartford in the record time of twenty minutes. She drove on to the house she knew as Tristan's. She killed the engine and got out. It was nearly ten so she knew she couldn't knock the door and she didn't know what bedroom was his so she stood thinking for a minute before whipping out her cell phone. She dialled Tristan's cell and he answered on the second ring.
'Hey, I was hoping you'd call.' He answered.
'Why couldn't you call me?' she asked, her mission momentarily forgotten.
'Because I didn't know how you'd react to the letter.'
'Go to your window.'
'What?'
'Just do it.'
'Okay.'
A moment later, Rory saw him, emerging onto a balcony. He looked around and then he spotted her.
'Hi.' She smiled, pleased with the look on his face.
'Hi.' He grinned before running back inside.
Rory was left standing there wondering what he was up to. A couple of minutes passed by and then she heard a noise. She looked around only to see the back door opening. A grinning Tristan stood waiting and Rory smiled and the pleased expression on his face. Still talking into the cell, Tristan said.
'Listen Mar, I've got a visitor, I need to go.'
'Okay, I'll call you later.' She grinned, playing along.
They hung up the phones and Rory ran and jumped into his arms. Tristan immediately started kissing her, pulling her closer and closer until every part of him was touching her. They continued in this way for several minutes until their location became a bit to public to be desired. Wordlessly, Tristan led Rory through the kitchen and into the main hall. There, they started kissing again, huge grins covering both of their faces. They stumbled up the stairs while still kissing each other and miraculously made it to Tristan's room without disturbing his parents or little brother, not that Rory knew he had one.
*
Rory wrapped the sheet around her and rolled over to lean on Tristan's chest so she could see the clock. It had just turned half eleven. She should've left for home a half hour ago but she had been otherwise occupied. Tristan saw she was looking at the clock and he knew what she was thinking, he groaned at the thought of her leaving, he knew she had to but not yet, it was too soon. Rory snuggled deeper into his embrace and Tristan smiled, kissing her hair.
'This is nice.' Rory said.
'It's better than nice.' Tristan growled, rolling over so that he was on top of her, causing Rory to giggle hysterically. Tristan silenced her with a passionate kiss.
'Sssh, we'll wake up Dylan.'
'Who?'
'My brother, he's thirteen.'
'I didn't know you had a brother.'
'Well now you do.'
'What's he like?'
'You're really killing the mood here Mary.' Tristan grumbled, nipping at her earlobe.
'Sorry.' She grinned.
'You're forgiven.'
'Good to know.'
They kissed again, this time sweetly. Rory looked up at Tristan who in turn was staring intently at her.
'When's your birthday?' she asked randomly.
'What?' he asked 'Where did that come from?'
'Well I just realised that I know very little about you and I don't want it to be like that, I want to know the stuff that girlfriends are supposed to know.'
'I will be 18 on December 7th.'
'And how do you get along with Dylan?'
'Okay I guess, he can be a bit annoying but I'm grooming him to take over from me at Chilton next year.'
'You really think anyone can replace you Tristan?' she asked playfully.
'Hell no, I'm irreplaceable but who better to try than my own brother?'
'And welcome back Mr. Ego, I missed you.'
'Aw really? My ego is touched.'
'I'm sure.' Rory replied, laughing. 'And what about your parents, how do you get along with them?'
'I like my Mom, she's the one I can go to and talk to. And Dad? Well that's a different story, my relationship with him was non existent until I went to England, then when we started speaking on the phone, we started getting closer. He's not about to win father of the year or anything, but he's okay, I know he cares.'
'I'm glad you are staring to get along with him.'
'Me too.'
'Next question, this is an important one, what's your favourite movie?'
'The Shawshank Redemption.'
'Ooh, I love that, excellent choice.'
'Why thank you, what's yours?'
'Charlie and the Chocolate Factory of course.' Rory replied as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
'Oh, of course,' Tristan grinned 'I think I saw that once.'
'Only once? Blasphemous, ignorant deprived person! How do you're parents sleep at night?'
'Okay, chill. I promise I will watch it more.'
'Good answer.'
'I like being alive so it was the logical one.'
'Smart boy. Do you have a favourite book?'
'To Kill a Mockingbird.'
'I love that book.' Rory answered appreciatively.
'What's yours?'
'Off the top of my head, Mrs Dalloway or Pride and Prejudice.'
'Virginia Wolfe and Jane Austen, why am I not surprised?'
'Hey they are both excellent books and they are excellent writers.'
'I'm not arguing but I'm just saying that they are so typical for a feminist such as yourself, they were both strong independent women, well, until Wolfe lost her mind, and they both deal with female leads.'
'Are you speaking knowledgably about books?'
'I do read Mary, I'll have to show you our library some time.'
'You better.'
'I promise.'
They lay in silence for a few minutes, digesting the new sides they were seeing to each other, falling even deeper because of them. The comfortable silence was broken by the harsh sound of Tristan's phone ringing. Who would be calling at nearly midnight?
'Hello?' Tristan asked while Rory tried to stay as quiet as possible.
'Katy, hi.'
Rory, who had been smiling, began to frown. Tristan let go of her and stood up, running his hands through his hair. Without Tristan noticing, Rory also stood up and began gathering his clothes. Tristan turned to see her and signalled for her to stop. He turned his back again, continuing to talk to Katy. Rory continued to get dressed and slipped out of the room. Tristan turned on hearing the door clicking and his face fell. Things had been so great and then Katy had to call, great timing as ever, he thought bitterly.
A/N: hey guys, pure trory fluff, I realise this but despite the fact that fluff is not something I'm used to writing, I think it turned out okay. I warned you that Katy's presence would be felt! This story isn't getting as many reviews as Smile did which is a bit disappointing because I think it's just as good if not better but to those who do review and even to those who are just reading and not reviewing, thanks! Oh, btw, thought I'd let ye know that a plan is formulating for a sequel to smile so I'll try and get to that soon, I think I want to finish this first! Katie xxx