Beauty as a virtue
Authors Ramblings: I know it may be confusing, but bear with me please =)
I'll try and make it so that there's little confusion possible.
Oh, and another thing, no it's not a real book, but I wish it was!
Characters in Book:
Tristan- Charles Quinn
Rory- Isabella Novalee
Cilia- Lorelai
Vivian- Emily
Victor- Tristans father
David/Rory-Isabella's fiancée
More Rambling:
This will be my last update before I leave for vacation in a couple days =(.
I'll miss you guys, and as soon as I come back I'll be sure to post.
Oh, and before I forget I want to answer a few questions.
-Um…In chapter three Rory kissed Tristan.
-About the laughing, it was just a reaction.
Have you ever had a staring contest with someone and then had a desire to laugh?
I don't know… (hehe)
-yes I am writing the 'Beauty as a Virtue' thing my self.
Thanks for your review; you made me remember about
Tristan and Rory's little 'agreement', so this chapter is for you.
Oh and the next one!
-and about the whole calculator thing, I also apologize for being a big baby about it.
You must feel good being the 'bigger person' and all.
Okay onto chapter six…
CH 6
Yes Master
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Rory let a brilliant smile cross her lips, and broke the silence that came after the laughter. "I was being immature," she shrugged.
"Yeah, you were," he nodded sarcastically.
She playfully slapped his arm, "hey, the least you could do is give me a little 'its okay Rory' or 'No you weren't Rory'."
"And since when did you become Rory?" He smirked.
"Oh," she raised an eyebrow, a small smile playing on her lips, "so now I'm Mary again?"
"You've always been Mary- I don't have the faintest idea why you would think otherwise," he played.
She rolled her blue eyes. "So everything is okay then?"
"Always," he responded with a shrug, "why wouldn't it be?"
"Good," she bit her lip. "We should go to Luke's and get some coffee."
"To… what?" he asked baffled.
She huffed with a smile, "you really need to catch up."
"Okay," he said, still a little confused.
"Let's go…" she jumped up and grabbed her jacket, "I need a coffee, and I'm starting to get dizzy."
He shook his head, "are you on something?"
"Tristan get the hell up now," she fussed, "I'm serious, I only had five cups today."
"Okay I'm just ignoring the fact that you and your mother are insane, but what makes you think I'm going anywhere?"
"You're forgetting one thing," she smirked.
"And what is that?"
"Two days left."
"Two days left of?"
"Two days left until you get your freedom," she laughed at his expression, "aw… don't you remember?"
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Beauty as a virtue
… The voice of seduction…
"You are impossible!" Isabella scoffed, heading in the opposite direction of the dinner party that she had attended.
Charles followed her lead. "Thank you," he smiled.
"It was far from a compliment Charley," she let a soft sigh part her lips.
He frowned and continued to follow her. "And where exactly are you going?"
"Far away from you," she hissed, and glanced around upon entry of the woods.
"Why run Isabella? What is it that you expect to gain on your quest?" His question was followed by a sarcastic chuckle, "is it your pride Isabella? Do you wish to discover your pride on this journey through the woods?"
"Whatever I wish to discover is far more important then the likes of you."
"Or is it," he continued, "…could it be that you running not from me- but yourself?"
"What are you talking about?" she turned around, almost clashing into his body.
"I'm talking about you being quite sick of the games," he started, "the games that you are constantly forced to play."
"I have no idea what it is you are talking about," she turned back.
"Oh, but I believe you do," his smile was undeniable; "you do not want to get married to David."
"Yes I do," she pursed her lips together; "I love him."
"That must have taken a lot out of you," he gave a short laugh, "surely your tired."
"Charley, I can not do this," she stared into his eyes, "I can not feel something for you, I will not, and you can not make me."
"I am not like them Bella," his expression became serious; "I am not forcing you to feel what you feel."
"Then you will leave me alone?" she asked.
"If you look into my eyes and tell me that you truly love him, and that you have not an ounce of desire to be with me," he replied painfully, "then I will walk away now and never ask of you again."
She shifted, brought her hand up to the side of his face and kissed him softly. "I can not…"
"Isabella, are you here somewhere?" A voice called.
Her eyes opened widely, and she pushed Charles away. "Hide," she motioned for him to go, "leave, quickly!"
He placed one last kiss upon her lips before disappearing into the woods.
"Isabella?" The voice called again.
"I'm over here David," she called back; "I'm over here."
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"She's in some serious denial," Tristan closed his book.
"Did I say you could stop reading?" Rory asked, having a little bit too much fun.
He just looked at her incredulously, and guzzled down his soda.
Rory looked at him in disgust, "I can't believe you didn't want coffee."
"Well, unlike you normal people," he said sarcastically, "I drink coffee less than four times a week."
She gasped, "No wonder why you're so annoying."
He only chuckled.
"Go get me another cup," she handed him her cup, "or try to get Luke to give you the whole pot."
"Why won't you do it?"
"Because," she shrugged, "he thinks I drink too much."
"I wonder what would have given him that impression," he laughed before heading off to get the pot, "Oh and can you get some napkins I spilled some..."
He turned back, "what do I look like- your," he stopped in mid sentence, glaring at a smiling Rory.
After bribing Luke, Tristan returned with a full pot of coffee and some napkins.
"Yum," she squealed with delight, pouring another full cup of coffee. "Now run along now and clean the kitchen."
He rolled his eyes, "Funny Mary."
"Oh," Rory pointed at him, "you can't call me Mary now, call me Rory."
"Okay."
"On second thought," she wiggled her eyebrows, "call me Master."
He narrowed his eyes at her, "but…" he scoffed, "Yes master."
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The walk back to Rory's house was in complete silence, but it wasn't an uncomfortable silence- more like a content one.
When they arrived in front of her door step, Tristan smiled. "Is there anything else you need me to do before I go home and sleep? Maybe polish your shoes?"
She brought her fingers to her chin in contemplation, and then shook her head. "No, I think you're done for tonight."
He gave a slow nod, "Tell your mom I said goodnight."
She smiled, "I will."
"Okay," he turned away, making his way down the steps.
"Okay," she replied softly, "and Tristan?"
"Yeah?" he turned around.
"I had fun tonight," she inwardly thanked the heavens for the darkness for covering her crimson blush.
"Me too," he agreed with a smile and said a quick 'goodnight' before hopping in his car.
Rory watched him drive off, the corners of her lips tugging in an undeniable smile.
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TBC
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