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Chapter 2: Party
Rory was getting ready for the party Tristan was taking them too. She wasn't getting *ready* in that sense. She never got dressed up for these things. She was just getting dressed. Tristan was going to be there in, like, 2 minutes, and she just got done with her studying, and forgot that she was going to the party.
She finished dressing just as the door opened. She already knew it was Tristan, because he always just came in, without even knocking. She walked out of her room, into the kitchen, and found a pair of enormously handsome blue eyes waiting for her.
Tristan took her up in his arms, and kissed her. "You ready?" he asked as he pulled away from her.
"Always." She answered politely.
"Good, lets get going then." The walked toward the door.
"Bye Mom!" Rory called out.
~~~ The Party ~~~
Tristan had disappeared and Rory was looking for him. She still had yet to find him.
Where is he, she thought.
She asked Madeline, and she said she saw him going up stairs. So that's what Rory went. She was walking up the stairs now. She looked in the first bedroom that had no music in it.
There he was, just sitting in the big chair peering out the window.
"Hey, sweetie," she said as she walked over to him.
"Hey, Babe," he replied, taking her up in his lap.
It was a dark room, so you could see all the lights of the town of Hardfort (A/N: how do you spell that?)
"Its beautiful," she said, touching her fingers to the glass.
"It is, it is," he said, still not taking his eyes from out the window.
"You ready to go home?" he asked.
"Yeah, if you are."
"I am."
"Ok then, let's go."
They descended down the stairs, and into his car.
While driving on the road, Rory thought they needed some music, so she turned on the radio. PJ Harvey's "Water" was playing.
"Good song." Tristan commented.
"Good album." Rory replied.
Tristan noticed a car driving crazily on the free way. Tristan tried to get out of the way, but it was no use.
The car sped into their lane, Rory screamed, and Tristan saw the whole world go black.
Chapter 2: Party
Rory was getting ready for the party Tristan was taking them too. She wasn't getting *ready* in that sense. She never got dressed up for these things. She was just getting dressed. Tristan was going to be there in, like, 2 minutes, and she just got done with her studying, and forgot that she was going to the party.
She finished dressing just as the door opened. She already knew it was Tristan, because he always just came in, without even knocking. She walked out of her room, into the kitchen, and found a pair of enormously handsome blue eyes waiting for her.
Tristan took her up in his arms, and kissed her. "You ready?" he asked as he pulled away from her.
"Always." She answered politely.
"Good, lets get going then." The walked toward the door.
"Bye Mom!" Rory called out.
~~~ The Party ~~~
Tristan had disappeared and Rory was looking for him. She still had yet to find him.
Where is he, she thought.
She asked Madeline, and she said she saw him going up stairs. So that's what Rory went. She was walking up the stairs now. She looked in the first bedroom that had no music in it.
There he was, just sitting in the big chair peering out the window.
"Hey, sweetie," she said as she walked over to him.
"Hey, Babe," he replied, taking her up in his lap.
It was a dark room, so you could see all the lights of the town of Hardfort (A/N: how do you spell that?)
"Its beautiful," she said, touching her fingers to the glass.
"It is, it is," he said, still not taking his eyes from out the window.
"You ready to go home?" he asked.
"Yeah, if you are."
"I am."
"Ok then, let's go."
They descended down the stairs, and into his car.
While driving on the road, Rory thought they needed some music, so she turned on the radio. PJ Harvey's "Water" was playing.
"Good song." Tristan commented.
"Good album." Rory replied.
Tristan noticed a car driving crazily on the free way. Tristan tried to get out of the way, but it was no use.
The car sped into their lane, Rory screamed, and Tristan saw the whole world go black.