Beauty as a virtue
Authors Ramblings: I know it may be confusing, but please bear with me!
Characters in book:
Tristan- Charles Quinn
Rory- Isabella Novalee
Cilia- Lorelai
Vivian- Emily
Victor- Tristan's father
David- Rory/Isabella's Fiancée
More Rambling: Thank you for all the wonderful reviews…
I received a few reviews (complaints about the story ending), so I've decided that I'm going to make it 12 chapters instead of eleven. I know one extra chapter is not much, but I hope you all are pleased with it.
This will be a very short chapter
I love you guys!
Ch 11
No problem
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She opened the door to Luke's diner in a hurry, and locked eyes with a very delicious looking coffee pot. "Luke," she gasped, dramatically, "must have coffee, live depends on it."
He chuckled, "you're insane, just like that nut case mother of yours."
She smiled, and brought a fresh cup of coffee to her lips, "but you love us. Speaking of love, Mom finally told me why you two are fighting; said something about a kiss…"
He grumbled something and walked off, leaving her alone with wonderful beverage… at least she thought she was alone. Glancing to her side, her eyes met with stormy green and she instantly turned pallid. How could you not notice him sitting right beside you?
"Mare," Tristan started, holding up a cup of soda.
Awkward silence…
"Alright," he sighed, and put a five dollar bill on the counter, turning to Luke, "Bye man."
"Bye Tristan," Luke smiled, "Come back some time, so we could have more of those…talks."
"I will," Tristan returned with a smirk, and started out of the door.
Rory watched, completely baffled. "What just happened?"
Luke rolled his eyes, and poured Rory another cup. "He's a good kid," was all Luke said, before turning to an unsatisfied Kirk.
Rory put down her coffee cup, and followed Tristan's steps out of the door. She thought he would still be there- maybe by chance- but she was wrong. Disappointed, she walked back into the diner to retrieve her coffee.
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"I know Lane," Rory sighed into the phone, and plummeted down onto her bed, "but he's just so…"
"Difficult? Annoying?" Lane asked with a smile, "arrogant? Self centered? Stop me when I'm going too far."
"Yes, he's all of that!" Rory hissed, covering one eye with her hand.
"And he's sexy, intriguing, brutally honest, and beautiful; did I mention sexy?"
"Yes, you said that," Rory's cheeks' turned an interesting shade of red.
"And he likes you," Lane pointed out.
"Yes!"
"So," Lane asked, obviously dumb founded, "what's the problem?"
"There is no problem that's the problem," Rory complained, sitting up.
"I'm not following…"
"With every guy I've ever known there is always a problem," Rory pointed her finger at nothing, "my dad, Luke, Dean, and even my grandfather for coffee-sake!"
"So, you're saying that because Tristan isn't on the list of guys with problems then you don't want to date him?" Lane quipped, chuckling.
"This is not funny!"
"Sorry if I can't control my laughter," Lane smiled, "but isn't that insane?"
"Oh god," Rory checked her fore head for a temperature; "I'm beginning to sound like my mother aren't I?"
"Yes, I'm very afraid so, little Lorelai," Lane laughed again.
"Hey, if you don't want him, can I have him?"
Silence…
"Just trying to ease the mood," Lane said in defense. "So tell me, what is exactly wrong then? There has to be something."
"I told you," Rory frowned, "he doesn't have a serious problem, and in the long run that has to be bad. What if I discover his problem too late and I end up regretting ever being with him in the first place."
"Or what if he doesn't have a problem and all of this is in your imagination."
"He has to," she sighed, "Gilmore girls never get that lucky."
"That's not true," Lane protested, "you're grandmother is a very happy lady."
"Thanks," Rory said sarcastically.
"You know what I think…"
"What?"
"I think that you're just scared that if you do date him you'll fall in love," she nodded, "and if there's one thing I know about Gilmore Girls is- when they fall in love there's no going back."
Rory analyzed this possibility, "I don't know Lane, what if I'm just another conquest on his long list?"
"Life's about chances Ror," Lane heard her mother calling her in the background, "one of which I'm not willing to take right now, Mommy dearest is coming."
Rory laughed, "Thanks Lane."
"Bye Rory."
Click
Rory sighed, and fell back onto the bed. She stared at the phone for quite some time, her fingers itching to dial Tristan's number, and instead she picked up her book.
Beauty as a Virtue
…Escape…
"Come, run away with me," Charles felt her pulling from his grasp, and he looked deep into his eyes, "leave this life of torture and run away with me."
Slowly she eased her hand away, and pressed it against her opposite arm. "I am not leading a life of one who is tortured Charlie, please understand."
"No," he shook his head, "I refuse to believe that, because when I look in your eyes I can almost feel your pain."
"As I said," she turned away, "my life is not one of torture, and an arranged marriage is not what I would define as painful Charlie."
"I know you love me Bella," his smile began to fade, and she turned back to him with tears glistening in her eyes.
"Charlie," she placed a hand on his chest, "I beg you to understand that I can not pledge my love to you when I am to marry another."
"It does not have to be that way Isabella," his lips lay straight, "and you know that as well as I do."
"I am to be wedded tomorrow," a single tear began to cascade down her cheek, "and I wish for your respect."
He ignored the pain that clenched his heart, and turned away, "than your wish is my command."
She did not miss a beat as he strode out her life.
"Goodbye Bella," were his last words as he disappeared into the darkness of the night.
"Isabella," her grandmother called, "- Isabella, where are you?"
She quickly wiped the fresh tears away, and inhaled deeply before coming into view. "Is there something wrong?"
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Rory sighed as she closed the books, missing the ludicrous comments of Tristan and what he thought about the chapter. If he was sitting beside her right now- Rory guessed- he would have thought Isabella was in denial; something Rory had to agree with right about now.
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TBC
Rambling:
Short-n-simple.
I like this chapter… Love Lane!
She's cool!
Um… One more chapter to go…
Love lotz
NOI