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A/N: I'm soooo sorry! I've been very lazy over the past few days and I lost my muse!!! To any boys reading this, this chapter does deal with some "female" issues. To warn you I'm not modest at all and I complain to my guy friends when I have cramps or whatever, so you have been warned!!! And to any girls who say, 'oh I've never had any cramps in my life' YOU SUCK! okay, well here's chapter 10!
Rating: PG-13
Chapter 10: Crap, I'm On My Period
Rory and Tristan were having a relaxing day at Rory's dorm room watching 'Breakfast at Tiffany's,' when Rory started to feel cramping in her lower abdomen. She shifted in a more comfortable position, but the pain didn't go away. Tristan could feel Rory moving and leaned back to give her more space. Rory took it, but her cramps got even worse. Standing up, she walked into her bedroom and got some midol out of her purse. Rory searched for something to drink, but she couldn't find anything. Sighing, she returned to the living room and then hurried into her kitchen.
"What are you doing?" Tristan asked her.
"Uh, nothing."
Tristan knew something was up, so he paused the movie and walked into the kitchen. He watched Rory take two pills of some sort and started to get worried. She didn't tell him she was sick. Rory could sense Tristan behind her and she knew he would find out what pills she was taking and then he would know. Rory liked to have her privacy on certain things like that, but now Tristan would find out. The worst thing about it all was Tristan would know by the end of the week they would be free and clear to have sex at any time. That kind of pressure made her feel nervous.
"Rory, are you sick?"
"Uh, no. I'm okay," she replied, smiling at how concerned he sounded.
"Then what are you taking?" he asked her again, very bewildered.
"Miuhadal," she coughed.
"What?"
Exasperated, she looked at him and said, "Midol! God, you'd think I'd be able to get a little privacy, but no!"
Rory didn't really mean to bite his head off, but her cramps were getting worse rather than better and she just wanted to lay down on the couch and do nothing. The surprise on Tristan's face made her scowl harder and she set her pills down on the counter. He saw her grimace as she slowly made her way back to the couch. Rory laid down and closed her eyes while concentrating on waiting for the pills to kick in.
"Sorry, I didn't know," he apologized and sat on the floor.
"I'm sorry, too. But I'm in a lot of pain."
Tristan couldn't imagine what she was feeling. His sister used to complain, too, but he never really got it. Tristan reached his hand out and took hers and traced circles in her palm. That made Rory relax more, and soon she felt the medicine start to take effect. Feeling much better she sat up and kept her eyes on the floor.
"I'm really sorry about freaking out, you know."
"It's okay. I grew up with a sister," he laughed.
"Yeah, but it wasn't just that."
"Oh, then what was it about?"
"Just, it seems like now we have to have sex soon." she admitted. "And I still like the way it is now."
"Woah, woah. Back it up here. What do you mean we have to have sex? We don't have to do anything if or until you want to."
"I know, I mean you're not putting any pressure on me at all, but it seems like now that the birth control is effective it's now inevitable."
"Or, you can look at it like the pressure is off," Tristan told her, and continued after he received a puzzled look from Rory. "I mean before, we had to stop any time things got heated up. Now, if you want to continue we can. The pressure is off because now it doesn't matter. When you're ready, you're ready. Until then, we can still experiment if you want."
Rory laughed, "Thank you."
Tristan understood why she was thanking him without her explaining anything to him. Their relationship was like that. They understood each other. Rory was the most important person in his life, and he loved her more than he had ever loved anybody. He knew she was afraid, but Tristan also knew she would love sex. Every response she made to his touches proved that over and over again. He couldn't wait to show her how wonderful it would feel. Rory was scared of losing her virginity, but she was also excited. She loved Tristan and trusted him more than she ever thought possible. Rory knew she was ready. Tristan kissed her nose and then sat on the couch next to her. She leaned against him and they settled down to watch the rest of the movie.
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Paris walked in on that scene. Rory was laying in Tristan's arms and some old movie was playing. With closer inspection she realized it was an Audrey Hepburn movie. She just shook her head and went into her bedroom to get ready for her date with Greg. They were going to his parents for dinner and she was very nervous. She really hoped he didn't want to meet her parents because they weren't the best people in the world.
Greg was raised in a middle class family, and he received a full scholarship to Yale after he got out of military school. His mother is one of those "soccer mom" types and his dad is a firefighter. Greg was really close to his family and she really hoped she'd fit in with them. She put on a nice blouse and a knee length skirt and then waited for Greg. He was right on time and Paris rushed to the door to get it since Tristan and Rory weren't moving.
"Hi Greg."
"Hey Paris. Are you ready?"
"Yeah," she told him and they walked towards the car.
Greg sensed her anxiety and reached for her hand. Giving it a gentle squeeze, he saw Paris smile at him. No words were spoken; none were needed. Their relationship was at a point where they knew what the other one meant just by a simple gesture. After what only seemed like a few minutes to Paris, the couple arrived at the Wolf house. It was a simple two story brick house and obviously MUCH smaller than Paris' home. Greg rang the doorbell, and a woman immediately welcomed them.
"Hello, I'm so glad you finally made it!" she greeted the two and ushered them inside.
"You must be Paris. Greg's told me so much about you, please make yourself at home."
"Thank you Mrs. Wolf," Paris told her.
"What's all this Mrs. Wolf talk. Call me Sharon."
Greg grinned, "Mom doesn't let anyone call her Mrs. Wolf, and just so you know my dad will tell you the same thing."
Paris felt very relieved that his mom was so nice, but she was still nervous about meeting his dad. Before she could put too much thought into preparing for Greg's father a middle-aged man entered the room.
"What will I tell your lovely girlfriend?" the man asked.
"Oh! Hey dad!" Greg said and gave his father a hug. "This is Paris. Paris this is my dad, David."
"Nice to meet you, David. Greg was just telling me you don't like to be called Mr. Wolf," she explained as she stuck her hand out.
"Yeah, it's too formal for my liking. Now, are you kids hungry?"
Greg and Paris nodded and Sharon practically pushed them into the kitchen where cheeseburgers and french fries were laid out on the table. Everyone dug in and enjoyed the meal. That was when the questioning started.
"So, Paris, you go to Yale, too?" Sharon asked.
"Yeah, I'm majoring in journalism."
"That's wonderful!" David exclaimed. "How did you and Greg meet?"
Paris took a breath before speaking, "Well, we actually met on the phone. I called my roommate's cell phone to find out where she was and Greg answered. It seems that his roommate is a friend of mine from high school. We met later that day in person and went to dinner with our roommates on a double date. We hit it off, and so now here we are."
"Wow! That's certainly an unconventional meeting!" Sharon laughed.
The rest of the lunch went fairly smoothly, and Paris began to loosen up and act like herself. By three o'clock, Paris and David were in a heated debate about politics and Sharon could tell Paris was the girl for her son. She was so passionate and unique and Sharon knew those were qualities Greg admired in a woman. Time flew by and Paris and Greg had to return to New Haven. During the drive, Greg noticed Paris was being very quiet, which definitely wasn't very Paris-like.
"What's wrong?" he asked her bluntly, a trait he was starting to pick up from her.
"Nothing," Paris sighed.
Greg rolled his eyes, "Nothing my ass. I know you a little better than that, Gellar."
"I know, but I don't really want to talk about it."
"Is it about my parents?"
"Oh God no. They're great, really. I loved them... which is sort of the problem," she admitted, deciding she might as well tell him.
"Oh, and what problem would that be?" Greg asked, completely puzzled.
"My parents aren't like yours, okay? They don't talk to me, they don't even notice me. Sometimes I don't even think they love me... and seeing your wonderful family just hurts. I'm jealous of you, and I know that sounds awful but I am. I want my parents to be like yours, but they aren't and they never will be."
Greg didn't say anything for a while, but pulled the car over onto the shoulder suddenly. Paris was slightly taken aback, but soon gathered her wits and stared into Greg's eyes. Reaching over, he grazed Paris' face with his hand. How any two people couldn't love such a wonderful woman was beyond him.
"Honey, I'm sure they love you. I have no idea why they aren't around, but that's their loss. They missed out on knowing the most amazing woman I've ever met. You're sweet and kind, and a great leader. And, never doubt that you're loved. I love you so much that I feel like my heart will just burst."
Paris laughed lightly at that and leaned forward and kissed Greg gently. This kiss wasn't passionate, but it was full of the love they had for one another. Greg didn't care about Paris' family, he wanted her to be a part of his family. Forever. Finally, they pulled apart and Greg focused on driving... mostly. Part of his mind was still on Paris, and what he was going to do. Greg had to suppress a smile for his plans. This would be a weekend Paris would never forget.
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A/N: I know, I know. I'm a horrible person and I've been neglecting this story. Take comfort in the fact that I've been neglecting ALL my stories though!!!!! sigh Lots of goings on. This was sort of a filler chapter and I'm sorry it was so short, but I needed to have this tidbit in before the next chapter. Please please please review because it keeps me going through times of no inspiration!!! I luv you all!
A/N: I'm soooo sorry! I've been very lazy over the past few days and I lost my muse!!! To any boys reading this, this chapter does deal with some "female" issues. To warn you I'm not modest at all and I complain to my guy friends when I have cramps or whatever, so you have been warned!!! And to any girls who say, 'oh I've never had any cramps in my life' YOU SUCK! okay, well here's chapter 10!
Rating: PG-13
Chapter 10: Crap, I'm On My Period
Rory and Tristan were having a relaxing day at Rory's dorm room watching 'Breakfast at Tiffany's,' when Rory started to feel cramping in her lower abdomen. She shifted in a more comfortable position, but the pain didn't go away. Tristan could feel Rory moving and leaned back to give her more space. Rory took it, but her cramps got even worse. Standing up, she walked into her bedroom and got some midol out of her purse. Rory searched for something to drink, but she couldn't find anything. Sighing, she returned to the living room and then hurried into her kitchen.
"What are you doing?" Tristan asked her.
"Uh, nothing."
Tristan knew something was up, so he paused the movie and walked into the kitchen. He watched Rory take two pills of some sort and started to get worried. She didn't tell him she was sick. Rory could sense Tristan behind her and she knew he would find out what pills she was taking and then he would know. Rory liked to have her privacy on certain things like that, but now Tristan would find out. The worst thing about it all was Tristan would know by the end of the week they would be free and clear to have sex at any time. That kind of pressure made her feel nervous.
"Rory, are you sick?"
"Uh, no. I'm okay," she replied, smiling at how concerned he sounded.
"Then what are you taking?" he asked her again, very bewildered.
"Miuhadal," she coughed.
"What?"
Exasperated, she looked at him and said, "Midol! God, you'd think I'd be able to get a little privacy, but no!"
Rory didn't really mean to bite his head off, but her cramps were getting worse rather than better and she just wanted to lay down on the couch and do nothing. The surprise on Tristan's face made her scowl harder and she set her pills down on the counter. He saw her grimace as she slowly made her way back to the couch. Rory laid down and closed her eyes while concentrating on waiting for the pills to kick in.
"Sorry, I didn't know," he apologized and sat on the floor.
"I'm sorry, too. But I'm in a lot of pain."
Tristan couldn't imagine what she was feeling. His sister used to complain, too, but he never really got it. Tristan reached his hand out and took hers and traced circles in her palm. That made Rory relax more, and soon she felt the medicine start to take effect. Feeling much better she sat up and kept her eyes on the floor.
"I'm really sorry about freaking out, you know."
"It's okay. I grew up with a sister," he laughed.
"Yeah, but it wasn't just that."
"Oh, then what was it about?"
"Just, it seems like now we have to have sex soon." she admitted. "And I still like the way it is now."
"Woah, woah. Back it up here. What do you mean we have to have sex? We don't have to do anything if or until you want to."
"I know, I mean you're not putting any pressure on me at all, but it seems like now that the birth control is effective it's now inevitable."
"Or, you can look at it like the pressure is off," Tristan told her, and continued after he received a puzzled look from Rory. "I mean before, we had to stop any time things got heated up. Now, if you want to continue we can. The pressure is off because now it doesn't matter. When you're ready, you're ready. Until then, we can still experiment if you want."
Rory laughed, "Thank you."
Tristan understood why she was thanking him without her explaining anything to him. Their relationship was like that. They understood each other. Rory was the most important person in his life, and he loved her more than he had ever loved anybody. He knew she was afraid, but Tristan also knew she would love sex. Every response she made to his touches proved that over and over again. He couldn't wait to show her how wonderful it would feel. Rory was scared of losing her virginity, but she was also excited. She loved Tristan and trusted him more than she ever thought possible. Rory knew she was ready. Tristan kissed her nose and then sat on the couch next to her. She leaned against him and they settled down to watch the rest of the movie.
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Paris walked in on that scene. Rory was laying in Tristan's arms and some old movie was playing. With closer inspection she realized it was an Audrey Hepburn movie. She just shook her head and went into her bedroom to get ready for her date with Greg. They were going to his parents for dinner and she was very nervous. She really hoped he didn't want to meet her parents because they weren't the best people in the world.
Greg was raised in a middle class family, and he received a full scholarship to Yale after he got out of military school. His mother is one of those "soccer mom" types and his dad is a firefighter. Greg was really close to his family and she really hoped she'd fit in with them. She put on a nice blouse and a knee length skirt and then waited for Greg. He was right on time and Paris rushed to the door to get it since Tristan and Rory weren't moving.
"Hi Greg."
"Hey Paris. Are you ready?"
"Yeah," she told him and they walked towards the car.
Greg sensed her anxiety and reached for her hand. Giving it a gentle squeeze, he saw Paris smile at him. No words were spoken; none were needed. Their relationship was at a point where they knew what the other one meant just by a simple gesture. After what only seemed like a few minutes to Paris, the couple arrived at the Wolf house. It was a simple two story brick house and obviously MUCH smaller than Paris' home. Greg rang the doorbell, and a woman immediately welcomed them.
"Hello, I'm so glad you finally made it!" she greeted the two and ushered them inside.
"You must be Paris. Greg's told me so much about you, please make yourself at home."
"Thank you Mrs. Wolf," Paris told her.
"What's all this Mrs. Wolf talk. Call me Sharon."
Greg grinned, "Mom doesn't let anyone call her Mrs. Wolf, and just so you know my dad will tell you the same thing."
Paris felt very relieved that his mom was so nice, but she was still nervous about meeting his dad. Before she could put too much thought into preparing for Greg's father a middle-aged man entered the room.
"What will I tell your lovely girlfriend?" the man asked.
"Oh! Hey dad!" Greg said and gave his father a hug. "This is Paris. Paris this is my dad, David."
"Nice to meet you, David. Greg was just telling me you don't like to be called Mr. Wolf," she explained as she stuck her hand out.
"Yeah, it's too formal for my liking. Now, are you kids hungry?"
Greg and Paris nodded and Sharon practically pushed them into the kitchen where cheeseburgers and french fries were laid out on the table. Everyone dug in and enjoyed the meal. That was when the questioning started.
"So, Paris, you go to Yale, too?" Sharon asked.
"Yeah, I'm majoring in journalism."
"That's wonderful!" David exclaimed. "How did you and Greg meet?"
Paris took a breath before speaking, "Well, we actually met on the phone. I called my roommate's cell phone to find out where she was and Greg answered. It seems that his roommate is a friend of mine from high school. We met later that day in person and went to dinner with our roommates on a double date. We hit it off, and so now here we are."
"Wow! That's certainly an unconventional meeting!" Sharon laughed.
The rest of the lunch went fairly smoothly, and Paris began to loosen up and act like herself. By three o'clock, Paris and David were in a heated debate about politics and Sharon could tell Paris was the girl for her son. She was so passionate and unique and Sharon knew those were qualities Greg admired in a woman. Time flew by and Paris and Greg had to return to New Haven. During the drive, Greg noticed Paris was being very quiet, which definitely wasn't very Paris-like.
"What's wrong?" he asked her bluntly, a trait he was starting to pick up from her.
"Nothing," Paris sighed.
Greg rolled his eyes, "Nothing my ass. I know you a little better than that, Gellar."
"I know, but I don't really want to talk about it."
"Is it about my parents?"
"Oh God no. They're great, really. I loved them... which is sort of the problem," she admitted, deciding she might as well tell him.
"Oh, and what problem would that be?" Greg asked, completely puzzled.
"My parents aren't like yours, okay? They don't talk to me, they don't even notice me. Sometimes I don't even think they love me... and seeing your wonderful family just hurts. I'm jealous of you, and I know that sounds awful but I am. I want my parents to be like yours, but they aren't and they never will be."
Greg didn't say anything for a while, but pulled the car over onto the shoulder suddenly. Paris was slightly taken aback, but soon gathered her wits and stared into Greg's eyes. Reaching over, he grazed Paris' face with his hand. How any two people couldn't love such a wonderful woman was beyond him.
"Honey, I'm sure they love you. I have no idea why they aren't around, but that's their loss. They missed out on knowing the most amazing woman I've ever met. You're sweet and kind, and a great leader. And, never doubt that you're loved. I love you so much that I feel like my heart will just burst."
Paris laughed lightly at that and leaned forward and kissed Greg gently. This kiss wasn't passionate, but it was full of the love they had for one another. Greg didn't care about Paris' family, he wanted her to be a part of his family. Forever. Finally, they pulled apart and Greg focused on driving... mostly. Part of his mind was still on Paris, and what he was going to do. Greg had to suppress a smile for his plans. This would be a weekend Paris would never forget.
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A/N: I know, I know. I'm a horrible person and I've been neglecting this story. Take comfort in the fact that I've been neglecting ALL my stories though!!!!! sigh Lots of goings on. This was sort of a filler chapter and I'm sorry it was so short, but I needed to have this tidbit in before the next chapter. Please please please review because it keeps me going through times of no inspiration!!! I luv you all!