A/N: I don't own Gilmore Girls or 'Miles Apart' by Yellow Card.
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If I could I would do all of this again
Travel back in time with you
To where this all began
We could hide inside ourselves
And leave the world behind
Make believe there's something left to find
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"Get dressed." Paris demanded, walking into their dorm room without even saying hello. She went straight to the closet and began looking through it.
"I am dressed, see me?" Paris turned and looked at Rory, who stood up so her friend could see the track pants and sweatshirt, which had YALE across the front in large letters, and dropped almost to her knee.
"I see that. And thank god you're not running around Yale in the nude." she said, turning back to their closet.
"Thank god." Rory agreed, nodding, and sat down.
"What I mean to say is, get something decent on."
"And please tell me why, no offense, I want to impress you so much."
"It's not for me and none taken."
Rory became interested, "Then who's it for?"
Paris stopped and turned back around, "Actually, I'm not sure."
Rory's eyes narrowed, "What?"
"One of Jamie's friends."
"Why do I want to impress one of Jamie's friends?"
"Because he's your date for the night."
"My what?"
"Date. You know, one of those things that single people go on, and the whole purpose is to get to know the other person and see if you're interested in going out again."
"I know what it is, thank you very much. But why am I going on one?!"
"Rory! We are halfway through our Sophomore year in college and you haven't gone on a date since the very beginning of Freshman year!"
"Nobody's asked me out."
"Now that just isn't true."
"Nobody I like has asked me out."
"That's because you never give anyone a chance!"
"So?! I don't want to give anyone a chance!"
"Why?!"
"Because all guys should burn in hell!"
"Please Rory, please just go! It will be me, Jamie, Brooke, and two of Jamie's friends."
"A blind date?!"
"PLEASE!"
Rory leaned her head back and sighed, "Where are we going?"
Paris smiled widely, "A PJ Harvey concert."
Rory's eyes widened, "What?"
"I'm sorry sweetie." Paris said, realizing what that meant.
"No. No, don't be sorry. It's not a big deal."
Paris smiled, "We're leaving in an hour and a half." she threw a shirt at Rory, "Put this on."
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We'll be miles apart
I'll keep you deep inside
You're always in my heart
A new life to start
I may be leaving but you're always in my heart
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JAMIE'S APARTMENT, THAT NIGHT
Brooke, one of Rory and Paris's room mates, was sitting on the couch, looking around. She'd never been in Jamie's apartment, whereas, at times, Paris and Rory practically lived there. The reason being that Rory got along with his room mates so well, and Paris, well, that's self explanatory. And sometimes they couldn't go back to the dorm, because Brooke often had a 'friend' over.
Rory had gone in the kitchen, for coffee, of course, and Paris was talking to Jamie about the club they were going to.
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Now we've all grown up
Gone on and moved away
Nothing I can do
Nothing I can say
To bring us back to where we were
When life was not this hard
Looking back it all just seems so far
So far away
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3:00 THAT AFTERNOON
Brandon walked into Tristan's room, turning on the light and picking up one of the pillows, slamming it on top of his friend, "Wake up, sleeping beauty."
"Fuck off." Tristan scooted deeper into him covers, trying to get away from the light.
Brandon smirked, "No can do. I hope you didn't have any classes today, because it's three o'clock."
"Well whoopee fucking doo for it."
"Not a morning person, huh?"
Tristan's head poked out from under the covers, "Brandon, you've been my room mate for a year and a half, you should know this by now."
"How late were you out last night?" Tristan groaned and buried his head in the pillow, shrugging. "Try to remember."
"I fell asleep around...five. I think. I got in around two but couldn't get to sleep."
"Ouch. Well, get in the shower."
"Why? I feel no need to bathe for you."
"I'm touched. But it's not for me."
"Really?"
"No. I'm lying."
"Mm."
"It's for a girl. We have dates tonight."
"Brandon, I have a headache. I'm not in the mood for jokes."
"I'm not joking."
Tristan looked up and saw that he wasn't playing. He groaned and dropped his head back on the pillow, "Why does no one ever ask me if I want to go on a date?"
"Poor baby."
"Who are they?"
"I don't know. Jamie's girlfriend's friends."
"Patterson?"
"Yeah."
"Who's his girlfriend, again?"
Brandon shrugged, "I don't know. But I'm sure the girls are hot, and if they're not, then we can just pick up two more. We're going to Vila, so it shouldn't be hard to pick more up."
Tristan sighed, "I went to Club Vila two days ago!"
"Well, you'll have to tough it out. We're heading to Jamie's at seven."
"Okay, why did you wake me up four hours before we leave?"
"To annoy you."
"You're like a five year old. Turn off my light."
"Someone's in a pissy mood." Tristan flicked him off, and Brandon had to dodge the textbook that was thrown at him as he left, leaving the light on.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
We will be miles apart
I'll keep you deep inside
You're always in my heart
A new life to start
I may be leaving but you're always in my heart
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7:30 OUTSIDE JAMIE'S APARTMENT
Brandon and Tristan stood outside the door, "Stop fidgeting." he said to the blonde, "It's just a date. What's the big deal?"
"I didn't even want to come on the date."
"Why?"
"I hate blind dates!"
"Tristan, I've known you for almost two years, and I've never seen you go on a date. You party, sure, I dare say you even flirt. But you haven't had a girlfriend, or even hooked up in eighteen months! I mean, women throw themselves at you! I've seen a few practically try to drag you into bedrooms, and you always say no! Why is that? What's wrong with you? I mean, yeah, I've heard about that one girl from high school, but that's just one relationship. You have to get over it and live a little. I'm sorry."
Tristan sighed, "You're right."
"What?" Brandon looked as if he'd been ready to prove his point, but froze when Tristan agreed with him.
"You're right. I just have to get over her."
"Exactly," he nodded, "now, let's meet these girls, shall we?" Tristan nodded as Brandon knocked on the door.
Jamie opened it and smirked, "Hey Dugrey, Horton."
They nodded, "Patterson."
"So, come in, and..." he led them to the living room. "Tristan, this is Brooke. She's your date." Jamie introduced them.
"Where's my date?" Brandon asked.
"In the kitchen getting coffee."
"It's seven o'clock at night."
"Well, this girl will drink coffee at any time of the day or-"
Jamie was cut off when Paris yelled, "Oh my God!"
"Paris?" Tristan turned, recognizing her voice.
"Oh my God, you have to leave, now!"
"Well, it's nice to see you after a year and a half too, Paris." he said sarcastically.
"No. You don't understand. You have to leave. NOW."
"Why?" Tristan shook his head.
"Because, it's unhealthy."
"What's unhealthy?" Paris's eyes slid towards the kitchen. Tristan shook his head, showing he had no idea what she was talking about. Her shoulders fell and she nodded to the kitchen. "The kitchen?" he whispered, "What about the kitchen?"
"It's unhealthy!"
"The kitchen is unhealthy?"
"No! You and-you two. It's unhealthy."
"Two? I'm guessing you mean me and someone else?"
"Yes! And she can't see you, it's wrong and she-"
"Oh no."
"Yeah."
"She, as in..." he trailed off, unable to say the name.
"Yeah." Paris nodded.
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I'd give it up for just one more day with you
Give it up give it all away
I'd give it up for just one more day with you
Give it up give it all away
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"What are you guys talking about?" a confused Brandon asked. Paris opened her mouth, but didn't answer as they heard ceramic hit the ground and shatter. Five pairs of eyes jumped to the kitchen to see Rory standing over a shattered coffee mug, but she seemed to have forgotten it was there. Her mouth was hanging opened. Paris was giving her a look that clearly said she was sorry, Jamie looked between them, and the cloud over his mind was finally lifted, everything Paris had told him about Rory's ex boyfriend coming back to him. Brooke had heard some about one of Rory's ex boyfriend, but had no way to connect him with her date. And for Brandon it was the same, he'd heard about Tristan's ex girlfriend, but had no idea it could have been Rory.
Rory backed up, wide eyed, until her back hit the counter. Everyone was silent. Rory's breathing was heavy, she turned and ran up the stairs that branched off from the kitchen.
"Rory!" Paris called, running after her. Tristan blinked rapidly, sinking into one of the recliners. He looked up feeling Jamie's eyes on him. The boy gave him a look that asked, it's her, isn't it? Tristan closed his eyes and rested his forehead in his palm. Brooke and Brandon looked at eachother in confusion.
Tristan hadn't see her in over a year and a half. He hadn't thought he'd ever see her again. And the effect she had on him was shocking. especially by the fact that pure terror and shock had been evident in her eyes.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
We'll be miles apart
I'll keep you deep inside
You're always in my heart
A new life to start
I may be leaving but you're always in my heart
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UPSTAIRS
"Rory?" Paris called, knocking on the door.
"Go away." was the muffled reply.
"Rory I'm sorry, I didn't know he was going to be here."
"Go away."
"Rory, please?"
"Please go away."
"If you don't let me in then I'm going to come through the window."
Rory looked up from the pillow that her face had previously been buried in and her eyes landed on the window. She groaned. "It's unlocked."
The door opened and Paris's head popped in, before her whole body came through. She closed the door behind her softly. Rory was on her back, but her face was turned to the left buried in the pillow, which made her body twist, so her hip was in the air as well, she actually looked very uncomfortable. Paris looked around the room and noticed that it was Jack's, Jamie's twin brother. Paris walked over and laid on her right side, facing Rory.
After a few minuets, the brunette peeked up from the pillow, "Is he still down there?" she whispered.
Paris nodded, "I'm afraid so."
Rory groaned and buried her head back in the pillow. "Why is he here?"
Paris smiled, running her hand through Rory's hair, "Fate is at work."
Her head raised slowly, "Fate can go to hell. It screwed me over last time."
Paris laughed, "Then it's making up for it now."
"But I don't want it to!" Rory flipped on her back, "I didn't even know Jamie and Tristan were friends. See, this is where fate hates me and likes to play cruel jokes on me."
"Maybe this is where you need to make up for lost time. Rory, I know you've been miserable since we started Yale, and I know it's because of what happened with Tristan."
Rory turned to look at Paris, "I haven't even had to think of him in so long. Why now? God Paris, he hurt me so bad." she whispered, her voice cracking.
Paris scooted closer to comfort her friend, "Ror, you know you don't have to put on a brave face." she whispered soothingly. Tears filled Rory's eyes and she hit her head against the pillow, closing her eyes tightly, trying to hold back tears. "Did you miss him?" Paris whispered. Rory nodded, unable to speak for a moment.
"But I don't want to have to go through that again." she whispered. Rory's life had been drastically altered after Tristan had cheated on her, and now, through some cruel twist of fate, he was suddenly thrown back into her life.
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I need you now we're miles apart
I'll keep you deep inside
You're always in my heart
I need you now we're miles apart
I may be leaving but you're always in my heart
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If I could I would do all of this again
Travel back in time with you
To where this all began
We could hide inside ourselves
And leave the world behind
Make believe there's something left to find
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"Get dressed." Paris demanded, walking into their dorm room without even saying hello. She went straight to the closet and began looking through it.
"I am dressed, see me?" Paris turned and looked at Rory, who stood up so her friend could see the track pants and sweatshirt, which had YALE across the front in large letters, and dropped almost to her knee.
"I see that. And thank god you're not running around Yale in the nude." she said, turning back to their closet.
"Thank god." Rory agreed, nodding, and sat down.
"What I mean to say is, get something decent on."
"And please tell me why, no offense, I want to impress you so much."
"It's not for me and none taken."
Rory became interested, "Then who's it for?"
Paris stopped and turned back around, "Actually, I'm not sure."
Rory's eyes narrowed, "What?"
"One of Jamie's friends."
"Why do I want to impress one of Jamie's friends?"
"Because he's your date for the night."
"My what?"
"Date. You know, one of those things that single people go on, and the whole purpose is to get to know the other person and see if you're interested in going out again."
"I know what it is, thank you very much. But why am I going on one?!"
"Rory! We are halfway through our Sophomore year in college and you haven't gone on a date since the very beginning of Freshman year!"
"Nobody's asked me out."
"Now that just isn't true."
"Nobody I like has asked me out."
"That's because you never give anyone a chance!"
"So?! I don't want to give anyone a chance!"
"Why?!"
"Because all guys should burn in hell!"
"Please Rory, please just go! It will be me, Jamie, Brooke, and two of Jamie's friends."
"A blind date?!"
"PLEASE!"
Rory leaned her head back and sighed, "Where are we going?"
Paris smiled widely, "A PJ Harvey concert."
Rory's eyes widened, "What?"
"I'm sorry sweetie." Paris said, realizing what that meant.
"No. No, don't be sorry. It's not a big deal."
Paris smiled, "We're leaving in an hour and a half." she threw a shirt at Rory, "Put this on."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
We'll be miles apart
I'll keep you deep inside
You're always in my heart
A new life to start
I may be leaving but you're always in my heart
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
JAMIE'S APARTMENT, THAT NIGHT
Brooke, one of Rory and Paris's room mates, was sitting on the couch, looking around. She'd never been in Jamie's apartment, whereas, at times, Paris and Rory practically lived there. The reason being that Rory got along with his room mates so well, and Paris, well, that's self explanatory. And sometimes they couldn't go back to the dorm, because Brooke often had a 'friend' over.
Rory had gone in the kitchen, for coffee, of course, and Paris was talking to Jamie about the club they were going to.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Now we've all grown up
Gone on and moved away
Nothing I can do
Nothing I can say
To bring us back to where we were
When life was not this hard
Looking back it all just seems so far
So far away
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3:00 THAT AFTERNOON
Brandon walked into Tristan's room, turning on the light and picking up one of the pillows, slamming it on top of his friend, "Wake up, sleeping beauty."
"Fuck off." Tristan scooted deeper into him covers, trying to get away from the light.
Brandon smirked, "No can do. I hope you didn't have any classes today, because it's three o'clock."
"Well whoopee fucking doo for it."
"Not a morning person, huh?"
Tristan's head poked out from under the covers, "Brandon, you've been my room mate for a year and a half, you should know this by now."
"How late were you out last night?" Tristan groaned and buried his head in the pillow, shrugging. "Try to remember."
"I fell asleep around...five. I think. I got in around two but couldn't get to sleep."
"Ouch. Well, get in the shower."
"Why? I feel no need to bathe for you."
"I'm touched. But it's not for me."
"Really?"
"No. I'm lying."
"Mm."
"It's for a girl. We have dates tonight."
"Brandon, I have a headache. I'm not in the mood for jokes."
"I'm not joking."
Tristan looked up and saw that he wasn't playing. He groaned and dropped his head back on the pillow, "Why does no one ever ask me if I want to go on a date?"
"Poor baby."
"Who are they?"
"I don't know. Jamie's girlfriend's friends."
"Patterson?"
"Yeah."
"Who's his girlfriend, again?"
Brandon shrugged, "I don't know. But I'm sure the girls are hot, and if they're not, then we can just pick up two more. We're going to Vila, so it shouldn't be hard to pick more up."
Tristan sighed, "I went to Club Vila two days ago!"
"Well, you'll have to tough it out. We're heading to Jamie's at seven."
"Okay, why did you wake me up four hours before we leave?"
"To annoy you."
"You're like a five year old. Turn off my light."
"Someone's in a pissy mood." Tristan flicked him off, and Brandon had to dodge the textbook that was thrown at him as he left, leaving the light on.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
We will be miles apart
I'll keep you deep inside
You're always in my heart
A new life to start
I may be leaving but you're always in my heart
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
7:30 OUTSIDE JAMIE'S APARTMENT
Brandon and Tristan stood outside the door, "Stop fidgeting." he said to the blonde, "It's just a date. What's the big deal?"
"I didn't even want to come on the date."
"Why?"
"I hate blind dates!"
"Tristan, I've known you for almost two years, and I've never seen you go on a date. You party, sure, I dare say you even flirt. But you haven't had a girlfriend, or even hooked up in eighteen months! I mean, women throw themselves at you! I've seen a few practically try to drag you into bedrooms, and you always say no! Why is that? What's wrong with you? I mean, yeah, I've heard about that one girl from high school, but that's just one relationship. You have to get over it and live a little. I'm sorry."
Tristan sighed, "You're right."
"What?" Brandon looked as if he'd been ready to prove his point, but froze when Tristan agreed with him.
"You're right. I just have to get over her."
"Exactly," he nodded, "now, let's meet these girls, shall we?" Tristan nodded as Brandon knocked on the door.
Jamie opened it and smirked, "Hey Dugrey, Horton."
They nodded, "Patterson."
"So, come in, and..." he led them to the living room. "Tristan, this is Brooke. She's your date." Jamie introduced them.
"Where's my date?" Brandon asked.
"In the kitchen getting coffee."
"It's seven o'clock at night."
"Well, this girl will drink coffee at any time of the day or-"
Jamie was cut off when Paris yelled, "Oh my God!"
"Paris?" Tristan turned, recognizing her voice.
"Oh my God, you have to leave, now!"
"Well, it's nice to see you after a year and a half too, Paris." he said sarcastically.
"No. You don't understand. You have to leave. NOW."
"Why?" Tristan shook his head.
"Because, it's unhealthy."
"What's unhealthy?" Paris's eyes slid towards the kitchen. Tristan shook his head, showing he had no idea what she was talking about. Her shoulders fell and she nodded to the kitchen. "The kitchen?" he whispered, "What about the kitchen?"
"It's unhealthy!"
"The kitchen is unhealthy?"
"No! You and-you two. It's unhealthy."
"Two? I'm guessing you mean me and someone else?"
"Yes! And she can't see you, it's wrong and she-"
"Oh no."
"Yeah."
"She, as in..." he trailed off, unable to say the name.
"Yeah." Paris nodded.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
I'd give it up for just one more day with you
Give it up give it all away
I'd give it up for just one more day with you
Give it up give it all away
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"What are you guys talking about?" a confused Brandon asked. Paris opened her mouth, but didn't answer as they heard ceramic hit the ground and shatter. Five pairs of eyes jumped to the kitchen to see Rory standing over a shattered coffee mug, but she seemed to have forgotten it was there. Her mouth was hanging opened. Paris was giving her a look that clearly said she was sorry, Jamie looked between them, and the cloud over his mind was finally lifted, everything Paris had told him about Rory's ex boyfriend coming back to him. Brooke had heard some about one of Rory's ex boyfriend, but had no way to connect him with her date. And for Brandon it was the same, he'd heard about Tristan's ex girlfriend, but had no idea it could have been Rory.
Rory backed up, wide eyed, until her back hit the counter. Everyone was silent. Rory's breathing was heavy, she turned and ran up the stairs that branched off from the kitchen.
"Rory!" Paris called, running after her. Tristan blinked rapidly, sinking into one of the recliners. He looked up feeling Jamie's eyes on him. The boy gave him a look that asked, it's her, isn't it? Tristan closed his eyes and rested his forehead in his palm. Brooke and Brandon looked at eachother in confusion.
Tristan hadn't see her in over a year and a half. He hadn't thought he'd ever see her again. And the effect she had on him was shocking. especially by the fact that pure terror and shock had been evident in her eyes.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
We'll be miles apart
I'll keep you deep inside
You're always in my heart
A new life to start
I may be leaving but you're always in my heart
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
UPSTAIRS
"Rory?" Paris called, knocking on the door.
"Go away." was the muffled reply.
"Rory I'm sorry, I didn't know he was going to be here."
"Go away."
"Rory, please?"
"Please go away."
"If you don't let me in then I'm going to come through the window."
Rory looked up from the pillow that her face had previously been buried in and her eyes landed on the window. She groaned. "It's unlocked."
The door opened and Paris's head popped in, before her whole body came through. She closed the door behind her softly. Rory was on her back, but her face was turned to the left buried in the pillow, which made her body twist, so her hip was in the air as well, she actually looked very uncomfortable. Paris looked around the room and noticed that it was Jack's, Jamie's twin brother. Paris walked over and laid on her right side, facing Rory.
After a few minuets, the brunette peeked up from the pillow, "Is he still down there?" she whispered.
Paris nodded, "I'm afraid so."
Rory groaned and buried her head back in the pillow. "Why is he here?"
Paris smiled, running her hand through Rory's hair, "Fate is at work."
Her head raised slowly, "Fate can go to hell. It screwed me over last time."
Paris laughed, "Then it's making up for it now."
"But I don't want it to!" Rory flipped on her back, "I didn't even know Jamie and Tristan were friends. See, this is where fate hates me and likes to play cruel jokes on me."
"Maybe this is where you need to make up for lost time. Rory, I know you've been miserable since we started Yale, and I know it's because of what happened with Tristan."
Rory turned to look at Paris, "I haven't even had to think of him in so long. Why now? God Paris, he hurt me so bad." she whispered, her voice cracking.
Paris scooted closer to comfort her friend, "Ror, you know you don't have to put on a brave face." she whispered soothingly. Tears filled Rory's eyes and she hit her head against the pillow, closing her eyes tightly, trying to hold back tears. "Did you miss him?" Paris whispered. Rory nodded, unable to speak for a moment.
"But I don't want to have to go through that again." she whispered. Rory's life had been drastically altered after Tristan had cheated on her, and now, through some cruel twist of fate, he was suddenly thrown back into her life.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
I need you now we're miles apart
I'll keep you deep inside
You're always in my heart
I need you now we're miles apart
I may be leaving but you're always in my heart
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*