A/N: Hey, I'm back. I think I rushed a little in the last chapter, and I
want you to know she had been feeling that way for a while. I just can't
help feeling that I am rushing it. So... I don't know how to fix it. Well,
here's another chapter, and I want to make it long, so I will try my best.
Thanks for all to you who reviewed.
PS. In this chapter, Rory does something you guys are going to go "No!" on but I want you to know that she needs to think about it first. I don't think she should be cheating on John. I mean, I hope that I made John seem like a very nice, devoted guy, because that was my intention. Thanks.
Disclaimer: I don't own it! So don't sue me!
Chapter 7: He
"I think I'm falling for Tristan."
No, she couldn't. She already had a boyfriend. A boyfriend that in 4 weeks would be their 1 year anniversary. He trusted her. John –trusted- her. And she was about to through that trust away? No, she couldn't. She loved him too much. And he loved her. Rory didn't even –know- if Tristan even liked her like that.
Thinking this, Rory silently exited the living room and returned to her own room. It was way too risky. And what if she and Tristan –had- gotten together? John would still be home in 3 months, to see them... if Tristan had stayed around that long.
Another reason! He was a player! How did she let herself fall for a person that uses a person for sex then dumps him the next day? But now to get around to it, Rory hasn't seen him with a girl since... Madeline's party.
Oh, that party. She remembered it well. It was the night Rory Gilmore, the nice, sweet, innocent girl, kissed Tristan DuGrey, the high school bad ass, player. And it was also the night she saw something in him. She wasn't sure what it was at the time, but it was defiantly different. Very different to the regular Tristan.
Her thoughts had made her stay up until at least 1 AM. Then she finally let her mind rest as her eyelids drooped down and she went to sleep.
¤ The next morning ¤
Rory woke up with a rush of reality.
How could she have thought such a thing? She didn't love Tristan like that. She couldn't. She had a –boyfriend-! A fiancé, for Christ's sake! She couldn't, and wouldn't cheat on him. No matter how many feeling she could feel for Tristan. Because she couldn't do that to John.
Rory exited her room, into the kitchen, seeing her mom battling with the coffee maker. "What did he do this time?"
"He bit me," Lorelai answered, throwing the pot back in the holder.
"Oh, he bit you."
"Yeah."
"An inanimate object, stuck out teeth that it doesn't have, and bit a living thing?" Rory asked, rolling her eyes.
"Yes," Lorelai replied as it was the most obvious thing in the world.
"Did it hurt?"
"Yes," Lorelai rubbed her hand.
"Good."
"Mean."
"I'm just stating the obvious."
"Well, the obvious is well stated."
"Why, thank you!"
There was a sound from the coffee maker, and the couple looked at it. Suddenly coffee starts to spill from the top, making the coffee maker work. Lorelai looks at Rory with an 'I told you so' look, and Rory rolled her eyes again.
Lorelai and Rory sat down at the kitchen table, and Lorelai started a conversation. "So what are you doing today?"
"I'm going to a football game with Tristan."
"Ah, a name that has quite a high rating in this house."
"I thought about it, and I realized that I wasn't falling for him, I was just lonely."
"Mm hmm."
"It's true!" Rory tried to defend herself.
"Rory..." Lorelai said in a 'you can't get anything by me' tone in her voice.
"Mom, I'm serious."
"Rory I've seen the way you guys look at each other. In pure admiration."
"No! No, no, no, no, no."
"Rory, yes!"
Rory started to get tears in her eyes. Could she actually be cheating on John? Could she actually have feelings for Tristan? "I...I have to get out of here."
And without another word, Rory ran out of the room, grabbing her jacket on the way.
While walking hastily to an unknown destination, Rory thought. How could her mother betray her like this? She was –in love- with John! She was going to marry him after graduation! Why couldn't her mom just stay out of it?
Rory eventually ended up at the bridge. She sat on the planks and gripped tightly on the piece of wood. Rory felt some nicks on the inside of her fingers and lifted them to see. There was blood escaping from the other side of her knuckles on all of her fingers (not her thumbs). Rory started to cry at the pain, when she heard footstep on the bridge.
There, standing before her, was Tristan. He came and sat down on the planks next to her. "Whoa, those are some cuts you have there."
"Yeah, I kinda gripped too hard on the wood." Rory sniffed her nose.
"Mm, why were you doing that?" Tristan asked, wanting it all to get off her chest.
"Mom and I got in another fight."
"You've gotten in fights before," but before Tristan could continue with what he was going to say Rory cut him off with her cry.
"But this was so much worse, Tristan," and Rory started balling her eyes out and leaned into Tristan for support. Tristan pulled her into his arms and hugged her while he whispered reassuring words in her ear.
About 20 minutes of this, Tristan heard her cries fade a little, and then come to a complete stop. He looked down and saw that Rory, his Mary, asleep... in his arms.
¤ That night ¤
"Aren't you going to tell your mom that you are going out?" Tristan was confused. He had been with Rory the whole day, and he knew that Rory was avoiding Lorelai, and he thought that she should at least talk with her to set whatever their quarrel was about strait.
"No," Rory replied simply. She had evaded Lorelai all day. She didn't want to talk to her, -at all-. And if they were faced together, Rory made a plan to just turn around and go the opposite direction.
Tristan scrunched his eyebrows together. Should he let her go, or not? It was one of those 'on the other hand' questions. "Fine," he gave in, and they exited the house, to enter the car.
"So what do you want to listen to?" Tristan asked her once they reached the freeway. Their ride had been completely silent and he was getting sick of it. They were going to one of the Chilton games and they had 30 minutes ahead of them, and Tristan did not want to spend that time in a noiseless car.
"Um, do you have any CD's?"
"Under your chair, is a black case of all my CD's I have."
Rory check them out and he had a pretty good selection: Metallica, PJ Harvey, Gavin DeGraw, and some John Mayer. "I never took you as a John Mayer type of guy."
"You have to be an idiot not to respect his work."
"True."
Rory popped in his CD, called Heavier Things. But Rory immediately skipped to the fourth track. Tristan recognized Rory leaning back and closing her eyes to the words that were said:
(A/N: Please read the lyrics, because it will give you a little more insight on what Rory is feeling right now, thanks)
I'm so alive
I'm so enlightened
I can barely survive
A night in my mind
So I've got a plan
I'm gonna find out just how boring I am
And have a good time
Cause ever since I've tried
Trying not to find
Every little meaning in my life
It's been fine, I've been cool
With my new golden rule
Numb is the new deep
Done with the old me
And talk is the same cheap it's been
Is there a God?
Why is he waiting?
Don't you think of it odd
When he knows my address
And look at the stars
Don't it remind you just how feeble we are?
Well it used to, I guess
Cause ever since I've tried
Trying not to find
Every little meaning in my life
It's been fine, I've been cool
With my new golden rule
Numb is the new deep
Done with the old me
And talk is the same cheap it's been
I'm a new man
I wear a new cologne
And you wouldn't know me
If your eyes were closed
I know what you'll say
'This won't last longer than the rest of the day'
But you're wrong this time
You're wrong
Numb is the new deep
Done with the one mee
I'm over the analyzing
Tonight
Stop trying to figure it out
Deep will only bring you down
You know I used to be the backporch poet
With a book of rhymes always
Open, knowing all the time, I'm probably
Never gonna find the perfect rhyme
For 'heavier things'
And Tristan listened to him sing, and he knew what Rory was thinking. Right at this second, he knew what she was thinking.
John hadn't called her this month. She had received letters, but that was it. She missed him so much. Why was he gone again?
When they were at the football field, they started to sing to National Anthem. Everybody put their hands over their heart, and stood, like they were supposed to. After that, an announcer came out to the middle of the field and said, "And now will you bow your heads for the Iraqi dead."
He's not going to be on this list. Rory knew it. And they called off names one by one: "Harlan Gefret; Robert Young; Nick Travis; Kendal Seelie..."
He wasn't going to be on this list. Tristan looked over at Rory. Rory looked over at Tristan. Their eyes said it all: they were scared.
"Dodger Taut; Parker Smith; Ethan Maxwell; Alex Redver..."
The two looked back at the announcer, both on their toes. Well, as much on their toes they could be.
But one name stuck out of the others. "John Evans."
And that night, Rory's world took an unsuspected turn.
A/N: wow. It took me a long time to write that. I started it like Sunday, and now here is Wednesday, and I am just getting through with it. Not only Wednesday, but late Wednesday. Like right now, it's 9:21 PM, well, Pacific Time, seeing that I live in California.
And I am kinda shocked that you guys did not match the song from The Dixie Chicks, and the title. I mean, it was kinda funny, actually. Funny, funny, ha ha. Come on laugh with me! Fine be a party pooper. This chapter was kinda sad, so I see why you are not laughing. So I should probably go and let you get to review my story. And you guys thought she was going to cheat on her husband to be... you sick, sick people, Rory would never do that!
Paige
PS. In this chapter, Rory does something you guys are going to go "No!" on but I want you to know that she needs to think about it first. I don't think she should be cheating on John. I mean, I hope that I made John seem like a very nice, devoted guy, because that was my intention. Thanks.
Disclaimer: I don't own it! So don't sue me!
Chapter 7: He
"I think I'm falling for Tristan."
No, she couldn't. She already had a boyfriend. A boyfriend that in 4 weeks would be their 1 year anniversary. He trusted her. John –trusted- her. And she was about to through that trust away? No, she couldn't. She loved him too much. And he loved her. Rory didn't even –know- if Tristan even liked her like that.
Thinking this, Rory silently exited the living room and returned to her own room. It was way too risky. And what if she and Tristan –had- gotten together? John would still be home in 3 months, to see them... if Tristan had stayed around that long.
Another reason! He was a player! How did she let herself fall for a person that uses a person for sex then dumps him the next day? But now to get around to it, Rory hasn't seen him with a girl since... Madeline's party.
Oh, that party. She remembered it well. It was the night Rory Gilmore, the nice, sweet, innocent girl, kissed Tristan DuGrey, the high school bad ass, player. And it was also the night she saw something in him. She wasn't sure what it was at the time, but it was defiantly different. Very different to the regular Tristan.
Her thoughts had made her stay up until at least 1 AM. Then she finally let her mind rest as her eyelids drooped down and she went to sleep.
¤ The next morning ¤
Rory woke up with a rush of reality.
How could she have thought such a thing? She didn't love Tristan like that. She couldn't. She had a –boyfriend-! A fiancé, for Christ's sake! She couldn't, and wouldn't cheat on him. No matter how many feeling she could feel for Tristan. Because she couldn't do that to John.
Rory exited her room, into the kitchen, seeing her mom battling with the coffee maker. "What did he do this time?"
"He bit me," Lorelai answered, throwing the pot back in the holder.
"Oh, he bit you."
"Yeah."
"An inanimate object, stuck out teeth that it doesn't have, and bit a living thing?" Rory asked, rolling her eyes.
"Yes," Lorelai replied as it was the most obvious thing in the world.
"Did it hurt?"
"Yes," Lorelai rubbed her hand.
"Good."
"Mean."
"I'm just stating the obvious."
"Well, the obvious is well stated."
"Why, thank you!"
There was a sound from the coffee maker, and the couple looked at it. Suddenly coffee starts to spill from the top, making the coffee maker work. Lorelai looks at Rory with an 'I told you so' look, and Rory rolled her eyes again.
Lorelai and Rory sat down at the kitchen table, and Lorelai started a conversation. "So what are you doing today?"
"I'm going to a football game with Tristan."
"Ah, a name that has quite a high rating in this house."
"I thought about it, and I realized that I wasn't falling for him, I was just lonely."
"Mm hmm."
"It's true!" Rory tried to defend herself.
"Rory..." Lorelai said in a 'you can't get anything by me' tone in her voice.
"Mom, I'm serious."
"Rory I've seen the way you guys look at each other. In pure admiration."
"No! No, no, no, no, no."
"Rory, yes!"
Rory started to get tears in her eyes. Could she actually be cheating on John? Could she actually have feelings for Tristan? "I...I have to get out of here."
And without another word, Rory ran out of the room, grabbing her jacket on the way.
While walking hastily to an unknown destination, Rory thought. How could her mother betray her like this? She was –in love- with John! She was going to marry him after graduation! Why couldn't her mom just stay out of it?
Rory eventually ended up at the bridge. She sat on the planks and gripped tightly on the piece of wood. Rory felt some nicks on the inside of her fingers and lifted them to see. There was blood escaping from the other side of her knuckles on all of her fingers (not her thumbs). Rory started to cry at the pain, when she heard footstep on the bridge.
There, standing before her, was Tristan. He came and sat down on the planks next to her. "Whoa, those are some cuts you have there."
"Yeah, I kinda gripped too hard on the wood." Rory sniffed her nose.
"Mm, why were you doing that?" Tristan asked, wanting it all to get off her chest.
"Mom and I got in another fight."
"You've gotten in fights before," but before Tristan could continue with what he was going to say Rory cut him off with her cry.
"But this was so much worse, Tristan," and Rory started balling her eyes out and leaned into Tristan for support. Tristan pulled her into his arms and hugged her while he whispered reassuring words in her ear.
About 20 minutes of this, Tristan heard her cries fade a little, and then come to a complete stop. He looked down and saw that Rory, his Mary, asleep... in his arms.
¤ That night ¤
"Aren't you going to tell your mom that you are going out?" Tristan was confused. He had been with Rory the whole day, and he knew that Rory was avoiding Lorelai, and he thought that she should at least talk with her to set whatever their quarrel was about strait.
"No," Rory replied simply. She had evaded Lorelai all day. She didn't want to talk to her, -at all-. And if they were faced together, Rory made a plan to just turn around and go the opposite direction.
Tristan scrunched his eyebrows together. Should he let her go, or not? It was one of those 'on the other hand' questions. "Fine," he gave in, and they exited the house, to enter the car.
"So what do you want to listen to?" Tristan asked her once they reached the freeway. Their ride had been completely silent and he was getting sick of it. They were going to one of the Chilton games and they had 30 minutes ahead of them, and Tristan did not want to spend that time in a noiseless car.
"Um, do you have any CD's?"
"Under your chair, is a black case of all my CD's I have."
Rory check them out and he had a pretty good selection: Metallica, PJ Harvey, Gavin DeGraw, and some John Mayer. "I never took you as a John Mayer type of guy."
"You have to be an idiot not to respect his work."
"True."
Rory popped in his CD, called Heavier Things. But Rory immediately skipped to the fourth track. Tristan recognized Rory leaning back and closing her eyes to the words that were said:
(A/N: Please read the lyrics, because it will give you a little more insight on what Rory is feeling right now, thanks)
I'm so alive
I'm so enlightened
I can barely survive
A night in my mind
So I've got a plan
I'm gonna find out just how boring I am
And have a good time
Cause ever since I've tried
Trying not to find
Every little meaning in my life
It's been fine, I've been cool
With my new golden rule
Numb is the new deep
Done with the old me
And talk is the same cheap it's been
Is there a God?
Why is he waiting?
Don't you think of it odd
When he knows my address
And look at the stars
Don't it remind you just how feeble we are?
Well it used to, I guess
Cause ever since I've tried
Trying not to find
Every little meaning in my life
It's been fine, I've been cool
With my new golden rule
Numb is the new deep
Done with the old me
And talk is the same cheap it's been
I'm a new man
I wear a new cologne
And you wouldn't know me
If your eyes were closed
I know what you'll say
'This won't last longer than the rest of the day'
But you're wrong this time
You're wrong
Numb is the new deep
Done with the one mee
I'm over the analyzing
Tonight
Stop trying to figure it out
Deep will only bring you down
You know I used to be the backporch poet
With a book of rhymes always
Open, knowing all the time, I'm probably
Never gonna find the perfect rhyme
For 'heavier things'
And Tristan listened to him sing, and he knew what Rory was thinking. Right at this second, he knew what she was thinking.
John hadn't called her this month. She had received letters, but that was it. She missed him so much. Why was he gone again?
When they were at the football field, they started to sing to National Anthem. Everybody put their hands over their heart, and stood, like they were supposed to. After that, an announcer came out to the middle of the field and said, "And now will you bow your heads for the Iraqi dead."
He's not going to be on this list. Rory knew it. And they called off names one by one: "Harlan Gefret; Robert Young; Nick Travis; Kendal Seelie..."
He wasn't going to be on this list. Tristan looked over at Rory. Rory looked over at Tristan. Their eyes said it all: they were scared.
"Dodger Taut; Parker Smith; Ethan Maxwell; Alex Redver..."
The two looked back at the announcer, both on their toes. Well, as much on their toes they could be.
But one name stuck out of the others. "John Evans."
And that night, Rory's world took an unsuspected turn.
A/N: wow. It took me a long time to write that. I started it like Sunday, and now here is Wednesday, and I am just getting through with it. Not only Wednesday, but late Wednesday. Like right now, it's 9:21 PM, well, Pacific Time, seeing that I live in California.
And I am kinda shocked that you guys did not match the song from The Dixie Chicks, and the title. I mean, it was kinda funny, actually. Funny, funny, ha ha. Come on laugh with me! Fine be a party pooper. This chapter was kinda sad, so I see why you are not laughing. So I should probably go and let you get to review my story. And you guys thought she was going to cheat on her husband to be... you sick, sick people, Rory would never do that!
Paige