A/N: This chapter is going to be set in a college, Yale, to be exact, and
Tristan and Rory and Paris are all there. Maybe some more people are there
too, I just want to keep you on your heels to see who they are. Sorry, I
haven't updated in like... a long time... I just... my cousins are coming in
today, from Arkansas, and we are getting ready for them. I live in
Escondido, California, by the way. It's also going to be out of Tristan's
eyes this time.
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters, or the damn school, so deal with it, I do.
Chapter 8: Came
"Come on, Rory, eat, please," begged Tristan. They were in the lunch court of Yale College. It had been almost a year since they had found out that John had died. Rory hadn't dealt with it well. In fact, it took her about 3 months to get over the shock and even think of how she could deal with it.
"I'm not hungry," was her simple reply. Tristan knew that she hasn't eaten very often, and when she did eat, it was hardly anything.
"Rory, if you don't eat, I will..." Tristan thought of something he –could- do, "... drive you up to Maine, and have you miss a week of your classes."
There, he knew that would get her. But all she did was pick up a Pringle, and stuff the single thing in her mouth. Then she looked at him and had an 'are-you-happy?' look.
"Please, you knew that's not what I meant."
"You would have to be a little clearer next time, before you make a deal."
"Rory, please eat. Look what you're doing to your body!" That was a little loud, and the students that were around the two, wanted to know what was going on.
"Well, it's my body to do it with." And with that, Rory stood, took her bag and sweater, and walked away.
All the way to the door, Tristan looked at her from the table with concerned eyes. How –could- she be doing this to herself? It had been a year, and the only time he remembered her really eating a lot, it was when she was wallowing. He didn't know how to deal with her anymore.
Paris walked in just when Rory had walked out in a huff. She looked around, and saw Tristan sitting at a table, holding his face in his hands and elbows on the table. She finally got near to him, and sat down across from him.
"She still not eating?" she asked.
Tristan took his face out of his hands to see Paris. "Nope," he said, shaking his head, "just a chip."
"This is wrong, what she is doing."
"I know."
"What are we going to do about it, Paris?" Tristan asked, but Paris stayed quiet, "Yeah, that's what I thought; we can't do anything about it."
The couple (of people, not mates) got silent.
"She's starting to scare me," Tristan said very quietly. He didn't even know if Paris heard him.
"Me too." Paris took his hand in hers and squeezed it, as in silently saying, 'she is going to be okay.'
Tristan nodded his head to the gestures quiet meaning.
"Madeline is having a party tomorrow night, she invited me, you, Rory, and a couple of others."
"Maybe Rory will be up to go."
"What about you?"
Tristan thought for a second. "Yeah, I'll be there."
"It's going to be held at her and Louise's house."
"They have a house? Shouldn't they have a dorm with the rest of us?"
Paris just shrugged her shoulders. "I better go ask Rory."
"See ya, Paris."
"Bye Tristan, and if you need a ride, I could give you one."
"Sure."
"Okay. I'll call you."
And with that, Tristan followed his other best friend walk out of the room with his eyes. He leisurely got up and started to walk towards his dorm. Paris and Rory were rooming together, and he was in a dorm with some people he didn't know. But college is about meeting new people, right? Right. But now, it was December, and he had hardly said anything to them. All he did/does, is hang out with Paris, Rory, Madeline, Rory, and a couple other inmates that had been in his classes.
Mostly Paris and Rory, though.
But ever since that night, Rory had been different. He knows, of course, that you would never be the same.
And in the summer, Rory got all these letters from John, them taking time to get to her. They had 'I love you's' and 'I miss you so bad' and 'I want to see your beautiful face'.
But the last one really got to her. And she just started balling when she read it. Tristan had been there, when she first examined it. He had held her when she cried. He had put her in bed when she fell asleep on his shoulder.
Then that night, Tristan read it a thousand times, and didn't know what went wrong. And still, to this present day in December, he still has it burned into his head.
Tristan, now in his dorm, threw his keys on the counter, and went into his own room, and sloppily lay down on his bed. He had no roommate, in that room, so he didn't worry about anyone running in.
Then Tristan looked up at the ceiling and started to mumble under his breath this: "Dear Rory,
I can't believe it. I'm coming home! They don't need me anymore! Isn't that great? We can do all our plans, and I can graduate with you. Then we will live happily ever after. How do you like it? I think it is perfect. Of course, I have to do one more thing, but after that, a flight back to Connecticut, please? I have to go. I love you. Say hi to everyone for me.
Bye, John."
Tristan looked around his ceiling and stared at nothing in particular, but that something got him thinking. Where was he going? What was he doing? Was it that bad to do? And how did he die? When exactly did he die? What was going through his mind? Did he really love Rory?
And a telephone pushed through his thoughts with its ringing. "Hello?" he answered.
"Yeah, Rory can go."
"Really?"
"She said 'what the hell'."
"Well, that's good; she should get out of the house."
"I concur."
Tristan chuckled slightly.
"So, I'll pick you up around 8-ish?"
¤--- The Party ---¤
"You came!" Madeline yelled as she opened the door for the trio.
"We came," Tristan confirmed with the semi-drunk girl.
"Well, come on in, you see that we still have some beer and wine. You can have whatever... want," her words slurred as she walked in the living room and sat down with the small crowd.
Tristan, Rory, and Paris, all passed the drinks. "Hey, Maddy?" Paris asked, "Do you have any water?"
"Yeah, there are some... fridge."
"Thanks."
The three entered the kitchen, Paris leading them all. They got to the refrigerator, and took out three water bottles. "Well, I think they have had enough beer for all of us."
"I think you're right, Tristan," Rory said as she grabbed the bottle, and went out to where the party was.
"I think that we should play truth or dare," stated Louise as Tristan, Paris, and Rory entered the living room. "I'll be first."
The newcomers were looking at each other weirdly. What have they gotten themselves into.
"Your turn, Madeline."
"I think I would have to pick on Paris."
"Truth."
"Was it true that you had a major crush on Tristan in high school?" Madeline asked as she laughed.
"Yeah," Paris said quietly as she looked to the ground. The room laughed slightly then urged her to continue the game. "Pete."
"Dare."
"Maddy, take over," Paris commanded as she went to refill her glass of soda.
"I dare you... to kiss Louise."
And he did. When he got back down to his spot, he picked on Rory.
"Truth."
"Is it true that –you- had a huge crush on Tristan in high school?"
The room got quiet as Rory looked around the room. Then she looked back into the brown eyes that had asked her the question. "Yes."
The area stayed completely silent.
"Okay, who wants popcorn?" Louise asked as she got up to make some.
"Tristan."
"Dare," he answered.
Louise smirked evilly. "I dare you... to go play 'Are you nervous?' in the bathroom with Rory."
The room got once again still. Rory got up and Tristan didn't believe his eyes. She walked toward the bathroom that was just down the hall. When he got up to her, he heard her say, "Let's just get this over with."
Tristan flicked off the lights and closed the door. He turned around and saw a faint outline of Rory on the top of the toilet seat (of course it was closed). He sat down in front of her and started to rub her leg from her ankle up, going really slow. "Did you mean it?"
"What?"
"Did you like me in high school?"
She didn't say anything for a long time, and Tristan was still doing his thing. He was to the top of her leg, and he was about to reach for... well, the... middle section, when he did a double-take, and set his hand right on her waist.
"I think I never stopped," Rory said really, really quietly, and she didn't even know if Tristan had heard her. But then she saw Tristan come forward to her.
When he got just a few inches from her, she whispered "Nervous," but he never stopped. And he closed the distance between them.
A/N: hope you all are happy, I got the chapter longer than I have ever gotten it, and I also put a little trory action for you there. Review please! There is only going to be one more chapter, so make it count.
---Paige
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters, or the damn school, so deal with it, I do.
Chapter 8: Came
"Come on, Rory, eat, please," begged Tristan. They were in the lunch court of Yale College. It had been almost a year since they had found out that John had died. Rory hadn't dealt with it well. In fact, it took her about 3 months to get over the shock and even think of how she could deal with it.
"I'm not hungry," was her simple reply. Tristan knew that she hasn't eaten very often, and when she did eat, it was hardly anything.
"Rory, if you don't eat, I will..." Tristan thought of something he –could- do, "... drive you up to Maine, and have you miss a week of your classes."
There, he knew that would get her. But all she did was pick up a Pringle, and stuff the single thing in her mouth. Then she looked at him and had an 'are-you-happy?' look.
"Please, you knew that's not what I meant."
"You would have to be a little clearer next time, before you make a deal."
"Rory, please eat. Look what you're doing to your body!" That was a little loud, and the students that were around the two, wanted to know what was going on.
"Well, it's my body to do it with." And with that, Rory stood, took her bag and sweater, and walked away.
All the way to the door, Tristan looked at her from the table with concerned eyes. How –could- she be doing this to herself? It had been a year, and the only time he remembered her really eating a lot, it was when she was wallowing. He didn't know how to deal with her anymore.
Paris walked in just when Rory had walked out in a huff. She looked around, and saw Tristan sitting at a table, holding his face in his hands and elbows on the table. She finally got near to him, and sat down across from him.
"She still not eating?" she asked.
Tristan took his face out of his hands to see Paris. "Nope," he said, shaking his head, "just a chip."
"This is wrong, what she is doing."
"I know."
"What are we going to do about it, Paris?" Tristan asked, but Paris stayed quiet, "Yeah, that's what I thought; we can't do anything about it."
The couple (of people, not mates) got silent.
"She's starting to scare me," Tristan said very quietly. He didn't even know if Paris heard him.
"Me too." Paris took his hand in hers and squeezed it, as in silently saying, 'she is going to be okay.'
Tristan nodded his head to the gestures quiet meaning.
"Madeline is having a party tomorrow night, she invited me, you, Rory, and a couple of others."
"Maybe Rory will be up to go."
"What about you?"
Tristan thought for a second. "Yeah, I'll be there."
"It's going to be held at her and Louise's house."
"They have a house? Shouldn't they have a dorm with the rest of us?"
Paris just shrugged her shoulders. "I better go ask Rory."
"See ya, Paris."
"Bye Tristan, and if you need a ride, I could give you one."
"Sure."
"Okay. I'll call you."
And with that, Tristan followed his other best friend walk out of the room with his eyes. He leisurely got up and started to walk towards his dorm. Paris and Rory were rooming together, and he was in a dorm with some people he didn't know. But college is about meeting new people, right? Right. But now, it was December, and he had hardly said anything to them. All he did/does, is hang out with Paris, Rory, Madeline, Rory, and a couple other inmates that had been in his classes.
Mostly Paris and Rory, though.
But ever since that night, Rory had been different. He knows, of course, that you would never be the same.
And in the summer, Rory got all these letters from John, them taking time to get to her. They had 'I love you's' and 'I miss you so bad' and 'I want to see your beautiful face'.
But the last one really got to her. And she just started balling when she read it. Tristan had been there, when she first examined it. He had held her when she cried. He had put her in bed when she fell asleep on his shoulder.
Then that night, Tristan read it a thousand times, and didn't know what went wrong. And still, to this present day in December, he still has it burned into his head.
Tristan, now in his dorm, threw his keys on the counter, and went into his own room, and sloppily lay down on his bed. He had no roommate, in that room, so he didn't worry about anyone running in.
Then Tristan looked up at the ceiling and started to mumble under his breath this: "Dear Rory,
I can't believe it. I'm coming home! They don't need me anymore! Isn't that great? We can do all our plans, and I can graduate with you. Then we will live happily ever after. How do you like it? I think it is perfect. Of course, I have to do one more thing, but after that, a flight back to Connecticut, please? I have to go. I love you. Say hi to everyone for me.
Bye, John."
Tristan looked around his ceiling and stared at nothing in particular, but that something got him thinking. Where was he going? What was he doing? Was it that bad to do? And how did he die? When exactly did he die? What was going through his mind? Did he really love Rory?
And a telephone pushed through his thoughts with its ringing. "Hello?" he answered.
"Yeah, Rory can go."
"Really?"
"She said 'what the hell'."
"Well, that's good; she should get out of the house."
"I concur."
Tristan chuckled slightly.
"So, I'll pick you up around 8-ish?"
¤--- The Party ---¤
"You came!" Madeline yelled as she opened the door for the trio.
"We came," Tristan confirmed with the semi-drunk girl.
"Well, come on in, you see that we still have some beer and wine. You can have whatever... want," her words slurred as she walked in the living room and sat down with the small crowd.
Tristan, Rory, and Paris, all passed the drinks. "Hey, Maddy?" Paris asked, "Do you have any water?"
"Yeah, there are some... fridge."
"Thanks."
The three entered the kitchen, Paris leading them all. They got to the refrigerator, and took out three water bottles. "Well, I think they have had enough beer for all of us."
"I think you're right, Tristan," Rory said as she grabbed the bottle, and went out to where the party was.
"I think that we should play truth or dare," stated Louise as Tristan, Paris, and Rory entered the living room. "I'll be first."
The newcomers were looking at each other weirdly. What have they gotten themselves into.
"Your turn, Madeline."
"I think I would have to pick on Paris."
"Truth."
"Was it true that you had a major crush on Tristan in high school?" Madeline asked as she laughed.
"Yeah," Paris said quietly as she looked to the ground. The room laughed slightly then urged her to continue the game. "Pete."
"Dare."
"Maddy, take over," Paris commanded as she went to refill her glass of soda.
"I dare you... to kiss Louise."
And he did. When he got back down to his spot, he picked on Rory.
"Truth."
"Is it true that –you- had a huge crush on Tristan in high school?"
The room got quiet as Rory looked around the room. Then she looked back into the brown eyes that had asked her the question. "Yes."
The area stayed completely silent.
"Okay, who wants popcorn?" Louise asked as she got up to make some.
"Tristan."
"Dare," he answered.
Louise smirked evilly. "I dare you... to go play 'Are you nervous?' in the bathroom with Rory."
The room got once again still. Rory got up and Tristan didn't believe his eyes. She walked toward the bathroom that was just down the hall. When he got up to her, he heard her say, "Let's just get this over with."
Tristan flicked off the lights and closed the door. He turned around and saw a faint outline of Rory on the top of the toilet seat (of course it was closed). He sat down in front of her and started to rub her leg from her ankle up, going really slow. "Did you mean it?"
"What?"
"Did you like me in high school?"
She didn't say anything for a long time, and Tristan was still doing his thing. He was to the top of her leg, and he was about to reach for... well, the... middle section, when he did a double-take, and set his hand right on her waist.
"I think I never stopped," Rory said really, really quietly, and she didn't even know if Tristan had heard her. But then she saw Tristan come forward to her.
When he got just a few inches from her, she whispered "Nervous," but he never stopped. And he closed the distance between them.
A/N: hope you all are happy, I got the chapter longer than I have ever gotten it, and I also put a little trory action for you there. Review please! There is only going to be one more chapter, so make it count.
---Paige