A/N- Thanks for those reviews!!!!! I'm sorry I haven't put in a lot of
TRORY action, but in this chapter I hope to. I hope you like it!
Disclaimer- I don't own the store Forever Twenty-one, the surf brand Roxy,
or Starbucks or any other store mentioned in this chapter.
The next morning Rory lay sprawled out across her bed, covers everywhere, and her chestnut brown hair spread all over her monkey pillow.
"Rory wake up!" Riley exclaimed, barging into his twin's room and plopping himself on the bed.
"No," Rory mumbled groggily.
"It's eleven and mom wants me to wake you up," Riley stated, pulling back her covers.
"Stop, I'm sleeping," Rory responded, pulling the blankets back over her head.
"Fine, then I'll just send Tristan up here to wake you," Riley replied smirking.
"Okay, okay, I'm up," Rory stated, getting out of bed and walking to the bathroom.
"That's what I thought," Riley replied walking down the hall. As he approached the stairs he heard a loud thump come from the bathroom.
"Rory?!" Riley cried as he jogged to the closed door.
"I'm okay, I just ran into the counter," Rory responded. Outside she heard Riley chuckle.
"It's not funny, I think I'm gonna be bruised," Rory stated in a whiny voice.
"I think you'll live. I'll meet you downstairs; I got to go keep Tristan company. Mom's trying to get him to eat her candy pancakes," Riley replied, running a hand through his tousled hair.
"Ewwwwwwwwww, hurry little man before our Chilton King dies!" Rory exclaimed dramatically through the wooden door. Riley chuckled again and walked down the stairs, only to hear another thump when he reached the bottom step.
"Riley is your sister okay up there?" Lorelei asked once he walked into the kitchen.
"She'll be fine, she's just still half asleep," Riley smirked.
"Sounds painful," Tristan stated as another thump could be heard from upstairs.
"Yeah, well she's a tough chick," Riley laughed.
A half an hour later, Rory finally made it downstairs in one piece. She was wearing her favorite hip-hugger jeans from Forever Twenty-one, a fitted long sleeve grey shirt, and white Roxy flip-flops. Her hair was left down with the front pieces feathered out. She had little make up on, only mascara, eye liner, sparkly white cream eye-shadow, and peach lip gloss.
"Morning Ms. Grace," Lorelei stated, smiling at her accident prone daughter.
"Morning" Rory smiled as she walked over to the kitchen table and sat down with Tristan and Riley.
"So, what are you guys up to today?" Rory asked as she peeled back a banana peel.
"I have to go to the dentist and then I'm going thrift store shopping," Riley answered. Rory smiled, one thing she loved about her brother was that he was so different. He wore those fitted t-shirts from thrift stores, fitted scuffed up jeans, he had two small black circle earrings, and his curly dark hair was left unkempt on his head. Tristan, on the other hand, was quite different, and that's why she was surprised the two were so close.
"What about you Tris?" Rory asked.
"Um, nothing really, you?"
"I might go to the mall, do you want to come? I mean, you don't have to, but it's better than doing nothing I guess," Rory responded, feeling her brother kick her under the table.
"Sure," Tristan smiled.
"Great, let me just finish this and run to the bathroom and then we can leave," Rory stated as she stood up and walked out of the kitchen.
Fifteen minutes later the duo reached the mall.
"Where do we begin?" Tristan asked staring up at the three levels.
"Anywhere," Rory replied as she began to walk off in a random direction.
"Hey wait up," Tristan stated jogging lightly to the petite figure a few feet away from him.
"So, my brother tells me you, um, like the ladies shall I say?" Rory stated, smiling up at the handsome face beside her.
"Yeah, well, that was until I met you," Tristan responded softly next to her ear. Rory blushed as she felt his warm breath against her skin. "How do I know you don't say that to all girls?" Rory asked, trying to compose herself and hide the quiver in her voice.
"You don't," Tristan smirked.
Rory just smiled and continued her aimless walk around the huge mall. Two hours later they reached the food court and plopped down at the closest table. Rory sat there exhausted with her five bags surrounding her.
"Are you hungry?" Tristan asked as he smiled at Rory's dropping eye lids.
"Yeah, here I'll give you some money, go buy food boy," Rory replied as she fumbled through her purse and handed him a twenty.
"No, I'll pay, just tell me what you want,"
"Are you sure?" Rory asked, looking into his blue eyes.
"Yeah,"
"Okay then, I'll have a White Chocolate Mocha from Starbucks, cheeseburger and fries," Rory replied as she smiled at the Greek god before her.
"Alright, I'll be back," Tristan stated as he hopped up and began on the food mission.
After eating all the greasy goodness, they walked back to the car and headed home. Only a few minutes into the drive, heavy dark clouds formed in the afternoon sky, soon after a heavy downpour drenched all surroundings.
"Tristan, why don't you pull over, I don't think anyone can see in this rain!" Rory exclaimed after they almost got hit from some bozo who didn't know what the words "one way" meant.
"Okay, it shouldn't take too long," Tristan stated, pulling into a nearby parking lot.
An hour later, the two were still sitting in the car as the heavy rain continued its incessant fall.
"I'm getting thirsty," Rory stated as she played with her cell phone.
"Here, I must have had one still in here from when I went to the gym a few days ago," Tristan replied, handing her bottled water.
"Thanks," Rory responded, quickly gulping down the lukewarm liquid.
Once she was done she let out a satisfied sigh and handed him the bottle. He smiled as a drop rolled down her chin, very gently he leaned in and wiped it away with his thumb, his face only inches from hers.
"I want to kiss you," he whispered softly.
"Then why aren't you?" she replied, her voice as hushed as his, as she stared at his chiseled face.
Softly he planted his lips on top of hers and savored the sweet taste of strawberries. Pulling away gently they both stared into each others eyes.
"I've never had a girl make me feel the way you do," Tristan said as he brushed a piece of hair away from her face.
"Says the player," Rory whispered in his ear as a smirk formed on her lips.
The next morning Rory lay sprawled out across her bed, covers everywhere, and her chestnut brown hair spread all over her monkey pillow.
"Rory wake up!" Riley exclaimed, barging into his twin's room and plopping himself on the bed.
"No," Rory mumbled groggily.
"It's eleven and mom wants me to wake you up," Riley stated, pulling back her covers.
"Stop, I'm sleeping," Rory responded, pulling the blankets back over her head.
"Fine, then I'll just send Tristan up here to wake you," Riley replied smirking.
"Okay, okay, I'm up," Rory stated, getting out of bed and walking to the bathroom.
"That's what I thought," Riley replied walking down the hall. As he approached the stairs he heard a loud thump come from the bathroom.
"Rory?!" Riley cried as he jogged to the closed door.
"I'm okay, I just ran into the counter," Rory responded. Outside she heard Riley chuckle.
"It's not funny, I think I'm gonna be bruised," Rory stated in a whiny voice.
"I think you'll live. I'll meet you downstairs; I got to go keep Tristan company. Mom's trying to get him to eat her candy pancakes," Riley replied, running a hand through his tousled hair.
"Ewwwwwwwwww, hurry little man before our Chilton King dies!" Rory exclaimed dramatically through the wooden door. Riley chuckled again and walked down the stairs, only to hear another thump when he reached the bottom step.
"Riley is your sister okay up there?" Lorelei asked once he walked into the kitchen.
"She'll be fine, she's just still half asleep," Riley smirked.
"Sounds painful," Tristan stated as another thump could be heard from upstairs.
"Yeah, well she's a tough chick," Riley laughed.
A half an hour later, Rory finally made it downstairs in one piece. She was wearing her favorite hip-hugger jeans from Forever Twenty-one, a fitted long sleeve grey shirt, and white Roxy flip-flops. Her hair was left down with the front pieces feathered out. She had little make up on, only mascara, eye liner, sparkly white cream eye-shadow, and peach lip gloss.
"Morning Ms. Grace," Lorelei stated, smiling at her accident prone daughter.
"Morning" Rory smiled as she walked over to the kitchen table and sat down with Tristan and Riley.
"So, what are you guys up to today?" Rory asked as she peeled back a banana peel.
"I have to go to the dentist and then I'm going thrift store shopping," Riley answered. Rory smiled, one thing she loved about her brother was that he was so different. He wore those fitted t-shirts from thrift stores, fitted scuffed up jeans, he had two small black circle earrings, and his curly dark hair was left unkempt on his head. Tristan, on the other hand, was quite different, and that's why she was surprised the two were so close.
"What about you Tris?" Rory asked.
"Um, nothing really, you?"
"I might go to the mall, do you want to come? I mean, you don't have to, but it's better than doing nothing I guess," Rory responded, feeling her brother kick her under the table.
"Sure," Tristan smiled.
"Great, let me just finish this and run to the bathroom and then we can leave," Rory stated as she stood up and walked out of the kitchen.
Fifteen minutes later the duo reached the mall.
"Where do we begin?" Tristan asked staring up at the three levels.
"Anywhere," Rory replied as she began to walk off in a random direction.
"Hey wait up," Tristan stated jogging lightly to the petite figure a few feet away from him.
"So, my brother tells me you, um, like the ladies shall I say?" Rory stated, smiling up at the handsome face beside her.
"Yeah, well, that was until I met you," Tristan responded softly next to her ear. Rory blushed as she felt his warm breath against her skin. "How do I know you don't say that to all girls?" Rory asked, trying to compose herself and hide the quiver in her voice.
"You don't," Tristan smirked.
Rory just smiled and continued her aimless walk around the huge mall. Two hours later they reached the food court and plopped down at the closest table. Rory sat there exhausted with her five bags surrounding her.
"Are you hungry?" Tristan asked as he smiled at Rory's dropping eye lids.
"Yeah, here I'll give you some money, go buy food boy," Rory replied as she fumbled through her purse and handed him a twenty.
"No, I'll pay, just tell me what you want,"
"Are you sure?" Rory asked, looking into his blue eyes.
"Yeah,"
"Okay then, I'll have a White Chocolate Mocha from Starbucks, cheeseburger and fries," Rory replied as she smiled at the Greek god before her.
"Alright, I'll be back," Tristan stated as he hopped up and began on the food mission.
After eating all the greasy goodness, they walked back to the car and headed home. Only a few minutes into the drive, heavy dark clouds formed in the afternoon sky, soon after a heavy downpour drenched all surroundings.
"Tristan, why don't you pull over, I don't think anyone can see in this rain!" Rory exclaimed after they almost got hit from some bozo who didn't know what the words "one way" meant.
"Okay, it shouldn't take too long," Tristan stated, pulling into a nearby parking lot.
An hour later, the two were still sitting in the car as the heavy rain continued its incessant fall.
"I'm getting thirsty," Rory stated as she played with her cell phone.
"Here, I must have had one still in here from when I went to the gym a few days ago," Tristan replied, handing her bottled water.
"Thanks," Rory responded, quickly gulping down the lukewarm liquid.
Once she was done she let out a satisfied sigh and handed him the bottle. He smiled as a drop rolled down her chin, very gently he leaned in and wiped it away with his thumb, his face only inches from hers.
"I want to kiss you," he whispered softly.
"Then why aren't you?" she replied, her voice as hushed as his, as she stared at his chiseled face.
Softly he planted his lips on top of hers and savored the sweet taste of strawberries. Pulling away gently they both stared into each others eyes.
"I've never had a girl make me feel the way you do," Tristan said as he brushed a piece of hair away from her face.
"Says the player," Rory whispered in his ear as a smirk formed on her lips.