Chapter 2 ~ The After Party
.'`~*~`'. Matt's House.'`~*~`'.
"DAMN GILMORE, NICE ASS!" Some guy yelled as they walked into the house.
"Guys are such pigs." Rory stated as she left her coat in Matt's closet. She had known him since she was in diapers.
"Excuse me?" Tristan asked pulling her towards him as he wrapped his arms around her waist. "I don't think I classify as a pig?" He said leaving a trail of kisses down her neck.
"No, pigs are cute, cuddly, and considerate."
"Ouch that hurts." He said as he nuzzled her earlobe. "I know you don't mean it though." He pulled away and looked her in the eyes. "You're amazing." He lowered his head and kissed her with such passion that she felt her knee's give way under her as she clung to him to keep from falling to the ground. He backed her up against the wall behind him so she had more support as his tongue slipped into her mouth. Tristan couldn't believe this was really happening to him, he'd liked Rory his whole life, since the day he saw her reading a picture book in pre-school. Sure, he didn't know it back then, but something just compelled him to stick that lollypop in her hair. Tristan gently ran his hand through her hair, reaching the end and pulling on the ends softly.
They pulled away when air was essential, as he rested his forehead against hers. "I hope you don't have any lollypop's with you today DuGrey."
Tristan chuckled to himself as he looked at the beautiful girl in front of him. "I was just thinking about that too." He cupped her cheek as he stared into an ocean of blue. "Thankfully you forgave me for that."
"That's what you think mister. I'll never forget, and one day when you're least expecting it, it'll be time for my revenge." She kissed the side of his mouth before pulling away. "I just hope you don't treasure your hair to much." Running her hand through his blonde messy hair, she continued playing with it long after she had uttered her sentence.
"I think you'll miss it more then I will." He grinned, "I have you to look at, while you on the other hand, have to look at me."
"Oh... good point" she muttered, pushing his head down to her level for another earth shattering kiss. After pulling away, she grabbed his hand and pulled him towards their friends who looked at them with face disgust.
"You two need to be locked away some where." Paris said as they got within ear shoot.
"I thought I was going to lose my lunch," Replied Kyle.
"Don't hate." Tristan started "Find yourself a mate!"
"You are so dumb," Rory said shoving him to the side, but he grabbed her waist and they both toppled onto the couch. They began laughing hysterically as their friends looked on. When they collected themselves and were able to stand up their friends had already walked away to either dance, or find someone to make out with.
"Would you like to dance?" Tristan asked taking her hand.
"I would love to." She replied leading him onto the floor.
A slow song came on as they swayed gently side to side. ****We both lie silently still in the dead of the night
Although we both lie close together
We feel miles apart inside
Was it somethin' I said or somethin' I did
Did my words not come out right
Tho' I tried not to hurt you
Tho' I tried
But I guess that's why they say ****
"I've always found this song depressing," Rory mumbled into Tristan's neck.
****Every rose has its thorn
Just like every night has its dawn
Just like every cowboy sings a sad, sad song
every rose has its thorn****
"I have too, but it's sweet in a way. I always felt bad for him, how much he loved the girl and how she just left him."
"I know what you mean."
"I'm so glad I have you,"
"Me too" They kissed again, slowly as the rest of the song came and went as a much faster song came on they were still swaying slowly, to their own music, lost in their kiss. Everyone at the party looked at them from time to time. This was the golden couple, the most popular, and the most in love. The union of two such powerful families would make even the greediest relative happy to see them marry. They didn't care though, it didn't matter who approved or disapproved of their love. They were in love, at such a young age to find someone you know you could spend, the rest of their lives with, was an earth-shattering thought, but both of them seemed to be so content with it no one else seemed to question it; or see any problem that could come before them.
***Later that night***
"Okay, Rory, if you could be any celebrities underwear who's would you be?"
"Wow, umm probably Brad Pitt before the beard and long hair," Rory said with a smirk.
"Right, Paris if you had a million dollars and only one day to spend it what would you do with it?" Rory asked turning to the blonde.
"Well, I'd take a jet and fly to all the museums, maybe even listen in on a peace conference or two."
"Golly Paris that sounds fascinating." Tristan replied he had his head on Rory's lap as she handed Paris the book. It was fun; they had all gone up to Matt's room as the party raged on downstairs. They always did this; the parties got boring fast, so they'd hang out.
"Fine Tristan, would you rather never cut your hair or never cut your toe nails?"
"That is so gross." Tristan replied as he lay there thinking. "Ror, what would you find more repulsive me with really long toenails, or me with really long hair?" Rory's hand stopped playing with his hair.
"I think I'd find the long hair more repulsive, I mean I don't see your toenails, and if your hair got to long you'd look like a woman, which would make me a lesbian, and it would leave to all types of complications that I'm not in the mood for at the moment."
"Wow, okay way to take a question to far Hun." Tristan replied with a grin. "Alrighty then, I'd rather never cut my toenails, they'd break off sooner or later." They all sat for a moment then came up with the same response.
"EWW" They continued playing these games until the house cleared out. They all went downstairs to clean up all the trash that was thrown all over the place.
"Can you believe it in 2 weeks our sophomore year of high school is over?" Rory asked Tristan as she threw a pile of trash into the bag he was holding.
"It went by so fast." He looked down and then back at Rory. "After this can we go some where and talk?" Tristan asked softly.
"Yeah sure," she slowly moved and touched his arm "is everything okay?" She asked quietly.
.'`~*~`'. Matt's House.'`~*~`'.
"DAMN GILMORE, NICE ASS!" Some guy yelled as they walked into the house.
"Guys are such pigs." Rory stated as she left her coat in Matt's closet. She had known him since she was in diapers.
"Excuse me?" Tristan asked pulling her towards him as he wrapped his arms around her waist. "I don't think I classify as a pig?" He said leaving a trail of kisses down her neck.
"No, pigs are cute, cuddly, and considerate."
"Ouch that hurts." He said as he nuzzled her earlobe. "I know you don't mean it though." He pulled away and looked her in the eyes. "You're amazing." He lowered his head and kissed her with such passion that she felt her knee's give way under her as she clung to him to keep from falling to the ground. He backed her up against the wall behind him so she had more support as his tongue slipped into her mouth. Tristan couldn't believe this was really happening to him, he'd liked Rory his whole life, since the day he saw her reading a picture book in pre-school. Sure, he didn't know it back then, but something just compelled him to stick that lollypop in her hair. Tristan gently ran his hand through her hair, reaching the end and pulling on the ends softly.
They pulled away when air was essential, as he rested his forehead against hers. "I hope you don't have any lollypop's with you today DuGrey."
Tristan chuckled to himself as he looked at the beautiful girl in front of him. "I was just thinking about that too." He cupped her cheek as he stared into an ocean of blue. "Thankfully you forgave me for that."
"That's what you think mister. I'll never forget, and one day when you're least expecting it, it'll be time for my revenge." She kissed the side of his mouth before pulling away. "I just hope you don't treasure your hair to much." Running her hand through his blonde messy hair, she continued playing with it long after she had uttered her sentence.
"I think you'll miss it more then I will." He grinned, "I have you to look at, while you on the other hand, have to look at me."
"Oh... good point" she muttered, pushing his head down to her level for another earth shattering kiss. After pulling away, she grabbed his hand and pulled him towards their friends who looked at them with face disgust.
"You two need to be locked away some where." Paris said as they got within ear shoot.
"I thought I was going to lose my lunch," Replied Kyle.
"Don't hate." Tristan started "Find yourself a mate!"
"You are so dumb," Rory said shoving him to the side, but he grabbed her waist and they both toppled onto the couch. They began laughing hysterically as their friends looked on. When they collected themselves and were able to stand up their friends had already walked away to either dance, or find someone to make out with.
"Would you like to dance?" Tristan asked taking her hand.
"I would love to." She replied leading him onto the floor.
A slow song came on as they swayed gently side to side. ****We both lie silently still in the dead of the night
Although we both lie close together
We feel miles apart inside
Was it somethin' I said or somethin' I did
Did my words not come out right
Tho' I tried not to hurt you
Tho' I tried
But I guess that's why they say ****
"I've always found this song depressing," Rory mumbled into Tristan's neck.
****Every rose has its thorn
Just like every night has its dawn
Just like every cowboy sings a sad, sad song
every rose has its thorn****
"I have too, but it's sweet in a way. I always felt bad for him, how much he loved the girl and how she just left him."
"I know what you mean."
"I'm so glad I have you,"
"Me too" They kissed again, slowly as the rest of the song came and went as a much faster song came on they were still swaying slowly, to their own music, lost in their kiss. Everyone at the party looked at them from time to time. This was the golden couple, the most popular, and the most in love. The union of two such powerful families would make even the greediest relative happy to see them marry. They didn't care though, it didn't matter who approved or disapproved of their love. They were in love, at such a young age to find someone you know you could spend, the rest of their lives with, was an earth-shattering thought, but both of them seemed to be so content with it no one else seemed to question it; or see any problem that could come before them.
***Later that night***
"Okay, Rory, if you could be any celebrities underwear who's would you be?"
"Wow, umm probably Brad Pitt before the beard and long hair," Rory said with a smirk.
"Right, Paris if you had a million dollars and only one day to spend it what would you do with it?" Rory asked turning to the blonde.
"Well, I'd take a jet and fly to all the museums, maybe even listen in on a peace conference or two."
"Golly Paris that sounds fascinating." Tristan replied he had his head on Rory's lap as she handed Paris the book. It was fun; they had all gone up to Matt's room as the party raged on downstairs. They always did this; the parties got boring fast, so they'd hang out.
"Fine Tristan, would you rather never cut your hair or never cut your toe nails?"
"That is so gross." Tristan replied as he lay there thinking. "Ror, what would you find more repulsive me with really long toenails, or me with really long hair?" Rory's hand stopped playing with his hair.
"I think I'd find the long hair more repulsive, I mean I don't see your toenails, and if your hair got to long you'd look like a woman, which would make me a lesbian, and it would leave to all types of complications that I'm not in the mood for at the moment."
"Wow, okay way to take a question to far Hun." Tristan replied with a grin. "Alrighty then, I'd rather never cut my toenails, they'd break off sooner or later." They all sat for a moment then came up with the same response.
"EWW" They continued playing these games until the house cleared out. They all went downstairs to clean up all the trash that was thrown all over the place.
"Can you believe it in 2 weeks our sophomore year of high school is over?" Rory asked Tristan as she threw a pile of trash into the bag he was holding.
"It went by so fast." He looked down and then back at Rory. "After this can we go some where and talk?" Tristan asked softly.
"Yeah sure," she slowly moved and touched his arm "is everything okay?" She asked quietly.