Troubled Pasts

Ch.4: Pretty Woman

Disclaimer: Same as before.

by StoppedataLight

NOTE: I know I've been awful and haven't updated in like a month, so I've brought you chapters 3- 7 all in one day. I've still been writing but haven't had time to update them, so I hope you like and please review, it helps me write better and keep it moving quickly.

Tristan had heard the knocking and when he came out she was standing there, book in hand.

"What's that?"

"A book. I knew you were mindless, but I figured since you were at Yale you had learned to read. Apparently not. See books are these things, with words... you know their bound together.. usually have some kind of story? Any of this ringing a bell?" They had picked up their old banter ways, just like in high school.

"Very nice Gilmore, thanks but I'm aware what a book is. Seriously though, what is it?"

"Um.. It's just one of mine. An old friend had borrowed it, he just dropped it back off." She stumbled over her words, he knew she was leaving something out, but choose not to ask.

"So, um, you still wanna watch a movie?"

"Oh, yeah, sure. What do u wanna watch?" She walked over to the tv, which was already set up in an entertainment center. She opened the two huge drawers underneath it, revealing what appeared to be hundreds of DVDs.

"Oh my God. I don't' think I've ever seen that many movies outside of a store." He said laughing.

"What can I say? It's the result of living with my mother for eighteen years, she's weirder than I am.

"I find that hard to believe." They both looked through the collection. "How come you and you're mom are so close? It seems like you're more like friends."

"Well we are, she's my best friend. Always have been. She had me when she was young.. it's always just been the two of us."

"What about you're dad?" When she paused, he felt bad immediately. "I'm sorry, that was too personal. I didn't mean to-"

"No, no, it's fine. Um, I mean he was there when I needed him, but not there there you know? They had me when they were sixteen, and my grandparents will never forgive her for it. In their eyes she ruined her life."

Tristan felt bad for bringing it up, but he was also glad that she had shared with him. They had known each other for years, but had only been friends for a couple of hours, and he was glad she felt she could confide in him.

In the next week and a half, Tristan and Rory fell into their own sort of routine. Though, a few people had wondered in, the campus was still mostly empty, and they both spent most of their time together. He didn't start his job until the next day, and she wasn't working currently, so they both had nothing else to do.

Mostly they hung out at the library, or the Barnes n' Noble around the corner during the day. Then they spent their nights watching movies in one of their dorm rooms- usually Rory because she had the most movies and the dorm room with the least offensive smell.

Four days before classes started they sat on Rory's couch watching Willy Wonka. They had watched it once before already, and Tristan had put up a fight when she put it in, but of course he didn't really care, and she won anyway.

He had sat down and sighed and acted like he hated watching it. Every time he made a comment criticizing or making fun of the movie she would throw a piece of popcorn at him, and eventually they weren't watching the movie at all.

"Oh, come on. You cannot hate Julia Roberts!"

"I don't, I just hate Pretty Woman."

"Julia Roberts is Pretty Woman! You can't have one without the other!"

"Well excuse me if I don't find the happily ever after tale of a hooker so romantic."

"Oh my god! You are NOT insulting Pretty Woman! It's a classic you can't make fun of it-"

"Okay!!! Okay!! I give!! Can we please not argue about Pretty Woman anymore? It's kind of freaking me out."

She laughed and shook her head at him, then hit him across the back of the head.

"Hey!! That hurt!"

"You'll live." She said simply, laughing at him.

"Really? Will I?" He leaped across the couch where she was sitting beside him and tackled her down, and yelled a cry of help.

"Tristan!"

They rolled around, laughing and tickling each other. Eventually they fell off the couch and lay on the floor between it and coffee table.

"Trist!! Get.. Get of.. Get off of me!! Ah!!!" She couldn't even make out a full sentence she was laughing so hard.

Suddenly they both stopped. She was laying her back on the floor, and Tristan leaned over her, a knee on either side of her. His hands were on her stomach where he had been tickling her and hers were trying to shield her neck. Neither one of them moved. Their eyes locked and both forgot they had been in a tickle war moments ago.

He wanted to kiss her so bad, and she wanted him too. Even though this was her old high school enemy, she wanted him to kiss her so bad. She hadn't even realized she liked him until this moment. There was a spark between them she hadn't noticed and she leaned her head forward, closer to his.

He felt her lean forward and knew she wanted the same as she did. He couldn't belive this was happening. He had wanted it since he had first met her. Now they were real friends and he didn't want to lose her again. He couldn't. His head was trying to think logically, telling him that if he did this it could ruin their friendship, but somewhere in the back of his head he knew that it could be the opposite, they could be together. His heart was telling him to kiss her, and he listened.

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