Beauty as a virtue

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I'm starting chapter three, but I'll post after about fifteen reviews…

Characters in Book:

Tristan- Charles Quinn

Rory- Isabella Novalee

CH 2

In the bible it says 'Tristan, shut up'

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Rory sighed nonchalantly, gathering her books into her back-pack and glancing at the clock for the fifth time in an hour. Tristan offered to pick her up at 7:30, which wasn't a problem for him, because he would already be at that part of town. Actually, she didn't quite know how he managed to make her agree that their 'study session' would meet at his house that day. And here it was 7:30 on the dot and Tristan still wasn't…

Rory stopped analyzing, and bit her lip, cut off by the sound of a knock on her front door. He didn't even let her open the door all the way before he made some silly comment.

"You thought I wasn't going to show," he smirked one of those smirks that could only belong to him and him only, "didn't you?"

Rolling her eyes, and opening her mouth to retort, she was interrupted once again…

"Munchkin," her mother's voice called, "is he here?"

"Munchkin…" Tristan started, but thought twice after receiving a glare of daggers from Rory.

"Yes, Mom" Rory stammered, ignoring Tristan's remark, "But uh… we have to go now. I'll be home later, bye."

"Wait," Lorelai said, scurrying into the hall.

Tristan's cocky smirk only grew wider.

Rory waved her hands in between the two, "Mom, Tristan- Tristan, Mom," she yanked on his shirt gesturing for him to follow her out the door, and when he didn't she almost cried from the stress.

"I believe we've met before," Tristan kissed Lorelai's offered hand, "but I'm pleased to make your acquaintance again."

"Aw," Lorelai winked, "aren't you a cutie."

"No Mom, really he's not," Rory said in disgust, "Now can we please leave?"

"Sweet pea, by the way you talked about him I expected horns and a tail, but he seems perfectly normal to me," she smiled, turning back to a beaming Tristan, "Pleased to meet you."

Tristan let a soft smile play on his lips, "the pleasures all mine."

"Okay Romeo," Rory grabbed his coat and yanked him down the steps, "that is my mom."

"Jealous?"

"Not if you were the last male in the entire solar system," she scoffed.

"Touché," he scrunched up his nose, "but I care enough to prove you wrong."

"Never," she pit back.

"So you talk about me, huh Mary?"

"If your head gets any bigger I think you might be able to float."

"So you admit it?"

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It was over twenty minuets later and Rory was still amazed by the luxury and size of the Dugrey estate; it was like something she'd seen in a fairy tale, but more astonishing. After being pried away from the library that was in fact in Tristan's bedroom, the two got to working.

Rory shifted her position on the desk that sat in the far corner of his room, "Okay, we should start reading; there will be a pop-quiz tomorrow."

"How do you know?" Tristan raised an eyebrow.

She shrugged, "don't ask questions."

"Mary you seriously need an attitude adjustment," he quirked a smile, "and I would be happy to give it to you."

"And I would be happy to introduce my foot to your rear end," she said sarcastically.

"Touché," he gasped, "but in the bible it says…"

"In the bible in says 'Tristan shut up'," she glared, throwing her hands in the air.

"I don't believe I've ever came across that section," he moved closer to her, "but I'll take your word for it."

"Tristan if you don't move at least three feet away from me and bring your cocky smile with you, I'm going to…"

"Alright Mary," he said in defense, scooting away from her, "Chill out."

She groaned inwardly, throwing the last of daggers his way and opened her book.

[Beauty as a Virtue]

…Isabella…

Charles glanced around the room repeatedly, finding again, nothing of interest. It was a rare occasion, finding Charles at a celebration, but his parents brought him along, with force- I might add.

As his father, Victor, approached, Charles straightened his posture and said, "Can I go now?" The look in his fathers eyes made Charles think otherwise.

"But you have yet to meet Isabella Novalee," his father shook his head, "she should be around here somewhere."

Charles let out a soft sigh, "Who is Isabella Novalee?"

Victor suppressed a sigh of his own, and said, "Do you not know that this is her celebration we have attended?"

Charles shrugged, "No, I suppose I failed to pay attention."

"Son, it's time you start attending these parties," Victor let his lips lay in a straight line, "One day…"

"I know, one day I'll marry one of the maidens and so-on and so-forth," he mimicked.

Victor reached into his coat pocket, sliding a cigar across the table, "I will let your mother know you aren't feeling well," he smiled, "I'm sure she will send you home in a while."

Charles smiled at his father admirably, "you're a good man pa."

...Meanwhile

"I don't see the point of these parties anyway," Isabella huffed silently, taking small sips on her tea. "All of the fancy dressed, and whine," she complained, "and oh, the corset I have on is killing me."

"Well," her mother, Cilia, smiled, "your grandmother always found these parties to be rather fascinating, I on the other hand, rather sleep."

Isabella laughed softly, "I remember informing her that I never wanted a celebration in the first place."

"She is a stubborn woman," Cilia studied her daughter, "why the surprise?"

"Oh, there's no surprise, but I wish my seventeenth birthday was not so important to her," she exhaled softly.

Cilia placed her cup of tea on the table, and held her daughters hand, "You are important, but I will warn you once and once only," she bit her bottom lip, "your grandmother is going to announce your engagement tonight."

Isabelle stammered, and almost choked on her tea, "Excuse me?"

Cilia tightened her grip on her daughter's hand, "I'm afraid you heard right Bella."

"She can't…" Isabella flushed, "we haven't even finalized it…she wouldn't.

Meanwhile...

Charles exhaled a puff of smoke, and introduced his cigar to his lips yet again. He gazed around the room, because frankly, it was the only thing that he could do. He was to find a suitable lady to marry, and his mother would make sure of it. Sighing inwardly, he studied a blonde, but disappointedly shook his head- too skinny. He had examined a total of fifteen young ladies at the party, and none proved worthy. His high standard actually was not very high, but he had an issue about being with a woman who choose to attend these preposterous events. As he surveyed the crowd, his eyes fell upon a lady that was in fact, the most beautiful he had seen in his entire life.

Her black hair was pinned in a bun, which let individual curls dance on top of her head. She wore a long, elegant- white dress, with embroider flowers and beads nipping through various areas. And her eyes…Oh, her eyes; Charles began to feel himself lost in a blue ocean, an ocean so deep that he knew he would drown in.

As he stood, and began to let his feet lead him to, who in his thoughts- must have been one of the lords angels, he was interrupted by the shrill sound of a fork to a glass.

Ding

Ding

Ding

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"Oh, no," Isabella whispered, "mother save me, I think I might die here and now."

Cilia winced, "Bella…"

"Good evening," her grandmother began, "I hope that this night has been as amazing to all of you as it has to me."

The crowd applauded Vivian.

"I would like to take this moment to thank all of you for attending my grand daughter's party," Vivian smiled, "and now I have an announcement to make."

Charles continued to walk, the announcement was not important enough for him to stop his trail.

"Kill me mother," Bella gasped, "take this blade and be done with it."

Cilia embraced her daughter gently, "shush Bella, everything will be fine."

"My grand-daughter, Isabella Novalee," Vivian continued, "is to be married in the fall."

Clapping, whistling, and looks of jealousy from men occupying the crowd, were the only sounds made, besides Isabella's soft screech.

Charles paused in his tracks, gazing at his soon-to-be bride, but there was something wrong with her.

Bella glanced into his eyes, wondering why his pause was in front of her.

"Isabella," Vivian's voice rang out, "Stand up, my dear child."

Bella squeezed her mothers hand once more, before sweeping her eyes over the man staring at her, and standing up gracefully.

More applauding rang out from the crowd, but Bella held her gaze, strong and firm, at the man who held his gaze at her as strongly.

"David," Vivian said gleefully, "Stand up young man."

With a healthy smile, a handsome boy stood up, and began to walk slowly over to his fiancée. Soft music floated through the room, and as David approached, he held out his hand for a dance with his beauty. She accepted, nonchalantly, trying her hardest to dissipate her gloom.

As Charles intently watched his 'soon-to-be bride', Wisk off to the dance floor with her soon to be husband, his heart pounded hard into his chest, realizing that her soon to be husband was not him.

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Rory yawned, closing her book and throwing her self down to the floor, on the soft pillows, which she managed to steal off Tristan's bed, somewhere in between the chapter.

Tristan closed his book as well, and rubbed his eyes wearily. "Was it that boring?"

"No," she closed her eyes, another yawn escaping her parted lips, "I'm just really tired."

His smile was inward, but he did move closer to her and lay beside her. "Well, why don't you go to sleep, and I'll take you home in the morning," he couldn't hide the scheme in his voice.

She moved quickly, and flung the pillow that was currently under her head, at his, smiling in satisfaction as she heard the loud thump.

"It was just a suggestion," he shrugged, throwing the pillow back and missing.

"How about I suggest my foot…"

"Okay," he sighed, falling back onto the carpet, "you can't take a joke."

"Yes, I can," she furrowed her eyebrows.

"Whatever," he chuckled, closing his eyes for the briefest of seconds.

"Don't even try to fall asleep," she warned, "you're taking me home."

"Yes master," he ran his fingers through his perfectly tamed hair, "But I need a kiss first."

She laughed, as if what he said was hysterical, and stood up, "Come on sleeping beauty."

"Mary correct me if I'm mistaken, but" he opened his eyes and smiled, "did you just call me beautiful?"

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Most of the drive on the way to Stars Hallow was silent, due to the fact that Rory was sleeping and Tristan took this opportunity to study her.

Beautiful

When she awoke half way through the drive, she yawned and straightened herself. "I hope you didn't do anything to me while I was sleeping."

"Of course not," he smirked, pointing his finger at her face, "but then you Rory Gilmore never know."

She shot him a death glare, but ignored it, knowing he was joking. "So what did you think of the first chapter?"

"She's pathetic," were his only words.

She shook her head, "and he is totally shallow."

"Not totally."

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TBC

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