A/N: one of the last chapters. And I don't think that I will do a sequel. I am sorry for the wait; I have been so busy with other stuff lately that I forgot all about it. But I bet you're happy now, eh?

Disclaimer: I own nothing.

Summary: None.

Chapter. Things Are Going to be Different

"I guess they locked you here, too, huh?"

The voice came from behind her, and she turned around suddenly.

It was Tristan. She should have known.

"Yeah, looks like it."

"Huh." She thought that he was going to say more, but he didn't.

They stayed in silence for a few minutes, a very awkward moment.

"How have you been doing?" he asked it like they were old friends, meeting up once more.

"Well, you know..." she never gave him a real answer then.

The left to opposite sides of the room, Rory not facing him. But all the sudden, she turned around. She let out a deep breath. "Obviously we have nothing to say to each other, why don't we just go?"

"We have plenty of stuff to talk about, you just don't want to." He started to walk toward her.

"No we don't Tristan! We don't!" she screamed at him, tears swimming to her eyes.

"That's bull shit, and you know it." He said this to her face, right up to her, just a few inches away, gritting the short sentence out of his teeth.

When Rory couldn't look in his eyes any longer, she looked to her bed.

"Why can't it be like it was a few years ago, Rory? Why can-"

"Because you made it that way!" she shouted. "You were the one that didn't converse, and you're the one that didn't set foot in the house until 11 o'clock at night!" Tears were almost coming out.

"If I had known that upset you, you know I would have cut the time down." Rory rolled her eyes. "But I didn't. You didn't tell me anything."

"I told you everything that was on my mind!" Tears were coming down as she screamed at him. "You just chose not to listen to it."

It was Tristan's turn to roll his eyes. "Oh, please, Rory."

"You know what? Maybe I was tired of talking to you and-"

"So you chose to have sex with me...? Great solution."

She looked at him with hurt eyes. "I just wanted to make you happy," she whispered, her crying subsiding for only a moment, "I wanted to make you happy..."

"Rory..." he spoke quietly.

"And maybe I just got a little tired of going to the doctors every week to see if I was pregnant, and finding out that I wasn't." That sentence was so pointed; it felt like knives to the receiving person.

"Oh, like I pushed you to sleep with me."

"Yes! Yes, you did!"

They stayed silent for a few minutes, just contemplating what this was.

Tristan said, quietly, "You never told me you still got pregnancy tests."

"Well, I never wanted you to know."

Tristan nodded awkwardly, trying to withhold all this information.

Rory looked at her shoes. "I don't know what to do."

Tristan nodded yet again. "Let's just sit and talk. And not yell."

They both went over by the bench in front of the window and sat. They didn't look at each other.

"I would never cheat on you," Rory stated.

Tristan hung his head. "I think I knew that somewhere in my mind. I just didn't want to believe it." She stayed quiet. "Rory, things have been so fucked up lately... I guess I was just looking for a way out."

"I guess I could admit to feeling the same way..."

They stayed quiet for a moment until Tristan said, "I love you so much."

"I love you, too." ... "But things have to be different-"

"I know, and I promise I'll do anything."

"No, I mean, things are going to be different."

"What are you talking about?"

"Tristan..." she couldn't believe this was happening, "I'm... pregnant."

A/N: Again, I'm sorry, but at east they are back together...? Review!

Paige