A/N - Ok, this just all of a sudden came to me while doing absolutely
nothing today. I don't really know what to say about it. Oh, and if you
were actually following my other story, it'll have a new chapter posted
soon, well, as soon as I want to, I've just been way to busy to do anything
with any story. Oh well, don't forget to review. I'm writing it as a
single chapter prequel and I need to know this it is worth writing a story
from
. It's kind of an AU/future fic, but well, let's just go with that. It's
told in Rory's point of view. Oh, and one last thing, Dean never came to
Chilton.
Disclaimer - don't own a thing
Summary - What if Rory decided to agree to the PJ Harvey concert. What would be different, what would happen?
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Set in the year 2007
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I wasn't quite sure why I agreed to it. It's wasn't like me, to just agree to go to a concert with Tristan, the one who I couldn't stand in my first year at Chilton. I was glad I did though. During the concert he was a perfect gentleman, doing everything perfectly. It was different, HE was different.
That night was the night I had a complete change of heart. Before the concert, I had been a bit uneasy, I thought I was still hung up on Dean, but after seeing Tristan like that, I realized I was over him. I had started to see Tristan in a new light that night, and that's how I managed to screw my life up.
It had all started out perfectly, he had asked me out again after the concert, and I agreed. We were perfect together, and we dated for a good year and a half, but one day, during Christmas vacation, everything changed, and everything that had been good, all came crashing down to a horrible ending.
It happened the day after school let out for Christmas. We both had to spend the holidays with our parents, meaning thirty minutes away at all times. I had a surprise planned for him, so that we could see each other for a short period of time during the long break.
Madeline was having another party and Tristan was able to go, but we were supposed to be on our way to New York City on that day, so I wouldn't have been able to make it. But as it happened, my mom just had to be at the inn that day, so we moved our trip back a day, so I could go to the party. I figured it would have been a good surprise for me to just show up, instead of calling him and spilling it.
I had managed to talk my mom into letting my grandmother buy me a car, so I didn't have to take the bus or use the Jeep to go to Hartford all the time. Mom raised me right though, I ended up getting a blue Jeep Wrangler, so we were constantly able to trade vehicles whenever we wanted.
I drove to Hartford on my own and showed up at the party about a half an hour after it had started. When I walked in I didn't see very many of my friends. Since I had started dating Tristan, I had acquired many of his friends, so I actually fit in around Chilton.
I wandered around looking for at least someone I knew, but it was a big house, so I really didn't see anyone I was close to.
I figured I'd just find an empty room where I could just sit and listen to my walkman. The first room I tried was locked, thank god, but I walked in on two people in the next one. I can still remember it.
~~~~~~~~~~FLASHBACK~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Rory opened the door to the bedroom and saw to people practically undressing each other on the bed. As soon as she walked in they both looked up at her. Rory quickly looked away.
"I'm so sorry guys; I didn't mean to walk in on you."
"Oh, don't worry about it, I thought I locked that door," The girl told her.
"I'm really sorry about this," Rory said as she took one last glance at the two before turning towards the door. As she turned, she slowed her head. She knew that guy was someone she knew, but he appeared to be hiding.
She wasn't sure if she should look back or not. She couldn't stand not knowing. As she opened the door, she took a quick glance back to see none other than the Tristan DuGrey. Her boyfriend, who she had planned on surprising, had attempted cheating on her.
"On second thought," Rory said, turning to the girl on the bed, "would you mind giving me a few minutes to talk to Tristan?"
"Oh, ok, I guess," the chirpy blonde turned to Tristan, "come get me when you two are done talking, ok?"
"Umm, we'll see," Tristan said uncomfortably as he shifted on the bed.
"Alright, bye now," she said as she left.
"Aww, she's so cute. Where on earth did you find her," Rory said giving Tristan the best smile should could conjure up.
"Uh, hey Rory," Tristan said, running a hand through his already tousled hair, "I thought you were gonna be in New York today?"
"Well, ya, I'm obviously not though, am I?" she said very plainly.
"Well, no, no you aren't," he said looking anywhere but directly at Rory.
"Ok, well, do you have anything to say to me, before I leave? I should let you know that I won't come back," she said as flatly as humanly possible. She waited for a response and when she got none she turned toward the door and started to walk away.
"Wait, Rory, don't go, I can explain."
She turned and looked at him, waiting for his explanation. "Alright, let's hear it."
He looked at her, as if he was trying to find any emotion in her look. He sighed, "Ok, maybe I can't explain." He looked at her, his eyes pleading with her, begging her to stay.
"Tristan, all I need to know is how long this has been going on, that's it."
He looked at her expressionless face, "a week, at the most."
Rory took a deep breath and looked at the corner of the room, trying to maintain her composure. "Before we let out for Christmas break?"
"Ya, a day or two before." He said, looking down at his hands clasped in his lap.
"All I have to say is.a year and a half. You just threw a year and a half of a good thing out the door." She said.
He got up and walked over to her, but as soon as he reached her, she turned on her heal and left.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~END FLASHBACK~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
That was the hardest breakup of my life, yet possibly the one I handled the best.at the time. I tried my best to avoid him. I had the problem of finishing the rest of High School with him. But what was a semester?
I had overheard Paris talking one day about what college, and I couldn't help but listen, since Tristan was right there. They were talking about who had accepted them and where they were planning on going.
I had already been accepted to Harvard and Yale, and had chosen Harvard, and I heard Paris talking about that was where she was going. Tristan had been accepted to Harvard and West Point, and was stuck between the two, so I had a 50 percent chance of ending up at the same college as him.
I had never really gotten over him. I mean, it was hard, he was the first guy I had loved, the first one, and currently only one I had slept with. You don't just get over people like that.
It turned out he went to Harvard too, but he had an entirely different major, so we never ran into each other. I'm not even sure he knew I was going there too, since I didn't tell any of the people he knew, and I never ran into Paris or any other Chiltonites.
Now it's the summer after my graduation, and I already have a job working in New York, writing for the Times. I have my own apartment and things couldn't get any better right now.
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Ok, the end got a little weird, I know, but this is the end of the prequel of my story. Please tell me if you want me to write the actual story AFTER you have read the summary of it.
Summary - After Rory started her job in New York, it seemed her life couldn't get any better. She had the greatest friends, the greatest job, and she really saw no need for an immediate boyfriend. She still had a healthy relationship with her mom, and she and her dad had grown closer since he had finally married her mother. She now had a little sister and a little brother.
On a trip to Hartford to attend the funeral of her grandfather's close friend, she sees her old flame Tristan walking around with his parents. She sees him again at the funeral and actually approaches him. What happens when she finds that they live in the same city, in the same neighborhood?
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Please review, and if you feel the need, email me at mountain_dew_4u@msn.com
~~~~~~~RANDI~~~~~~~~
Disclaimer - don't own a thing
Summary - What if Rory decided to agree to the PJ Harvey concert. What would be different, what would happen?
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Set in the year 2007
----------
I wasn't quite sure why I agreed to it. It's wasn't like me, to just agree to go to a concert with Tristan, the one who I couldn't stand in my first year at Chilton. I was glad I did though. During the concert he was a perfect gentleman, doing everything perfectly. It was different, HE was different.
That night was the night I had a complete change of heart. Before the concert, I had been a bit uneasy, I thought I was still hung up on Dean, but after seeing Tristan like that, I realized I was over him. I had started to see Tristan in a new light that night, and that's how I managed to screw my life up.
It had all started out perfectly, he had asked me out again after the concert, and I agreed. We were perfect together, and we dated for a good year and a half, but one day, during Christmas vacation, everything changed, and everything that had been good, all came crashing down to a horrible ending.
It happened the day after school let out for Christmas. We both had to spend the holidays with our parents, meaning thirty minutes away at all times. I had a surprise planned for him, so that we could see each other for a short period of time during the long break.
Madeline was having another party and Tristan was able to go, but we were supposed to be on our way to New York City on that day, so I wouldn't have been able to make it. But as it happened, my mom just had to be at the inn that day, so we moved our trip back a day, so I could go to the party. I figured it would have been a good surprise for me to just show up, instead of calling him and spilling it.
I had managed to talk my mom into letting my grandmother buy me a car, so I didn't have to take the bus or use the Jeep to go to Hartford all the time. Mom raised me right though, I ended up getting a blue Jeep Wrangler, so we were constantly able to trade vehicles whenever we wanted.
I drove to Hartford on my own and showed up at the party about a half an hour after it had started. When I walked in I didn't see very many of my friends. Since I had started dating Tristan, I had acquired many of his friends, so I actually fit in around Chilton.
I wandered around looking for at least someone I knew, but it was a big house, so I really didn't see anyone I was close to.
I figured I'd just find an empty room where I could just sit and listen to my walkman. The first room I tried was locked, thank god, but I walked in on two people in the next one. I can still remember it.
~~~~~~~~~~FLASHBACK~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Rory opened the door to the bedroom and saw to people practically undressing each other on the bed. As soon as she walked in they both looked up at her. Rory quickly looked away.
"I'm so sorry guys; I didn't mean to walk in on you."
"Oh, don't worry about it, I thought I locked that door," The girl told her.
"I'm really sorry about this," Rory said as she took one last glance at the two before turning towards the door. As she turned, she slowed her head. She knew that guy was someone she knew, but he appeared to be hiding.
She wasn't sure if she should look back or not. She couldn't stand not knowing. As she opened the door, she took a quick glance back to see none other than the Tristan DuGrey. Her boyfriend, who she had planned on surprising, had attempted cheating on her.
"On second thought," Rory said, turning to the girl on the bed, "would you mind giving me a few minutes to talk to Tristan?"
"Oh, ok, I guess," the chirpy blonde turned to Tristan, "come get me when you two are done talking, ok?"
"Umm, we'll see," Tristan said uncomfortably as he shifted on the bed.
"Alright, bye now," she said as she left.
"Aww, she's so cute. Where on earth did you find her," Rory said giving Tristan the best smile should could conjure up.
"Uh, hey Rory," Tristan said, running a hand through his already tousled hair, "I thought you were gonna be in New York today?"
"Well, ya, I'm obviously not though, am I?" she said very plainly.
"Well, no, no you aren't," he said looking anywhere but directly at Rory.
"Ok, well, do you have anything to say to me, before I leave? I should let you know that I won't come back," she said as flatly as humanly possible. She waited for a response and when she got none she turned toward the door and started to walk away.
"Wait, Rory, don't go, I can explain."
She turned and looked at him, waiting for his explanation. "Alright, let's hear it."
He looked at her, as if he was trying to find any emotion in her look. He sighed, "Ok, maybe I can't explain." He looked at her, his eyes pleading with her, begging her to stay.
"Tristan, all I need to know is how long this has been going on, that's it."
He looked at her expressionless face, "a week, at the most."
Rory took a deep breath and looked at the corner of the room, trying to maintain her composure. "Before we let out for Christmas break?"
"Ya, a day or two before." He said, looking down at his hands clasped in his lap.
"All I have to say is.a year and a half. You just threw a year and a half of a good thing out the door." She said.
He got up and walked over to her, but as soon as he reached her, she turned on her heal and left.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~END FLASHBACK~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
That was the hardest breakup of my life, yet possibly the one I handled the best.at the time. I tried my best to avoid him. I had the problem of finishing the rest of High School with him. But what was a semester?
I had overheard Paris talking one day about what college, and I couldn't help but listen, since Tristan was right there. They were talking about who had accepted them and where they were planning on going.
I had already been accepted to Harvard and Yale, and had chosen Harvard, and I heard Paris talking about that was where she was going. Tristan had been accepted to Harvard and West Point, and was stuck between the two, so I had a 50 percent chance of ending up at the same college as him.
I had never really gotten over him. I mean, it was hard, he was the first guy I had loved, the first one, and currently only one I had slept with. You don't just get over people like that.
It turned out he went to Harvard too, but he had an entirely different major, so we never ran into each other. I'm not even sure he knew I was going there too, since I didn't tell any of the people he knew, and I never ran into Paris or any other Chiltonites.
Now it's the summer after my graduation, and I already have a job working in New York, writing for the Times. I have my own apartment and things couldn't get any better right now.
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Ok, the end got a little weird, I know, but this is the end of the prequel of my story. Please tell me if you want me to write the actual story AFTER you have read the summary of it.
Summary - After Rory started her job in New York, it seemed her life couldn't get any better. She had the greatest friends, the greatest job, and she really saw no need for an immediate boyfriend. She still had a healthy relationship with her mom, and she and her dad had grown closer since he had finally married her mother. She now had a little sister and a little brother.
On a trip to Hartford to attend the funeral of her grandfather's close friend, she sees her old flame Tristan walking around with his parents. She sees him again at the funeral and actually approaches him. What happens when she finds that they live in the same city, in the same neighborhood?
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Please review, and if you feel the need, email me at mountain_dew_4u@msn.com
~~~~~~~RANDI~~~~~~~~