This is a Trory on the song 'Screamer' by Good Charlotte.
Disclaimer: I do not own Gilmore Girls or Good Charlotte or 'Screamer'
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Communication is a lot like the wind
When I speak
It's like no one understands,
And I'm left with empty hands
Forever, I can't speak
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They'd been friends for so long, best friends, actually. Which was why she couldn't understand the reason he hadn't come to her, but he'd gone to Duncan and Bowman. He knew that he could have gone to her. She would have listened. She always had. His Grandfather had died. His parents did love him, she knew they did, they just didn't know how to show it. His Grandfather showed it the way that his parents couldn't.
Since he had left almost six months before, they hadn't spoken. Neither had been brave enough to call or write. They had practically severed all ties with each other. She wasn't mad. Just hurt. And she knew that he was too nervous to take the first step. They had been friends since eighth grade when she had moved there, almost three years. But they were still to nervous of what the other would think
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So many things I'll never learn
You can't cross bridges that you've burned
Why is life such an issue in your mind
Why are the answers to my problems hard to find
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So many nights she'd cried herself to sleep. All she wanted was him back in her life. It was weird, how you could always care for a person, but never know how much you love them and need them until they're gone. She had always loved Tristan, but hadn't realized that it was more than platonic until he left. Sometimes she wanted to just scream and ask why he had left her. Why had he had chosen Duncan and Bowman over her? She still had pictures of him all over her room. He haunted her dreams and she knew she needed him. She knew that if she didn't have some kind of contact with him she would break under the pressure of a life without him.
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Don't forget to buckle when you fall
Beneath the pressure of the seconds when,
Your life became a screamer
Staring at the sea things become so small
I want movies of my dreams
And pictures on my wall
Pictures on my wall
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She told people that she had moved on, that he didn't matter anymore. People thought that he was her past, not knowing that she was still very much in need of him. She had only told Lane, her best friend next to Tristan, that she still hoped that he would come to her door one day. Rory had asked for her opinion on how possible that was and Lane had said that, honestly, it was only a dream. She said there was really no way that Tristan was coming back and Rory was dreaming. Rory knew that she had asked for an honest opinion, but that upset her. After Lane had left that night Rory was home alone and she had gone into her room, turned of the lights and finally, she screamed.
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You say that I'm a dreamer
I say you're a non-believer
Take out the light
Take out the light start screamin'
I'm dreaming, I'm a dreamer
No one believes me,
And you don't either
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Rory woke up in the middle of the night and decided that what she couldn't say out loud she would have to write down. Lorelai was at a conference for the weekend, so she was alone. Walking slowly to her desk, she turned on the lamp, cringing from the bright light that illuminated the pitch black room.
Pulling out a pen and a piece of paper, she balled her hands into fists, trying to stop the shaking. Deciding to start writing before she lost her nerve, she put pen to paper and wrote what she felt,
Tristan,
Hey, I guess you're wondering why I'm writing to you considering we haven't spoken in six months. But for that entire time I've been wanting to know how you've been. So before you throw this away because you are still mad at me, please read it.
I just want you to know that I'm not mad at you. I'm hurt that you left me but not mad. We were best friends and I guess that I always just thought of you as that, my best friend. You were always the strong one and by the time I realized that you needed a shoulder to cry on, it was too late. And I hope that you can forgive me for that.
When at first I didn't hear from you I wanted to cut all ties with you. I was upset that you didn't write or call, but recently I've realized that I am as much to blame for the lack of communication as you are. I was scared to write you before, not sure of my feelings, but now I realize that I have to some how try to tell you what I've realized. And that is that I care for you as more than my best friend. I know it's cliché, but I didn't realize how much you really mean to me until you were gone. You are my rock through everything and no one can compare to you in my heart, which belongs to you.
The way I look at it, our romance was like a seed. We didn't kill it, because it never started. If you never plant a seed, you aren't killing a tree, you just aren't giving it a chance, but you didn't kill it. If you plant it and nourish it, then it can grow into a huge tree. The planted seed of our relationship could have turned into love. Don't laugh at me because I couldn't find another way to word it other than that. If you don't feel the same way as me then don't worry about it and you can throw away the letter and never think of me again. But I just had to tell you before I broke, living in a fake world that feels like hell without you. If you feel the same as I do then please call or write.
Forever Yours,
Mary
She pulled an envelope out of her desk and wrote his name and room number over the address to the Military School. Folding the letter, she slipped it into the envelope and sealed it. Standing up, she ran out of the door and holding the letter tightly in her hand she set off to the Stars Hollow Post Office. She loved the feeling of the cool midnight air hitting her skin and blowing her dark hair behind her.
She ran to the drop box in the post office wall, and as she reached it she stopped, realizing what she was about to do. She wasn't sure how long she stood there, staring at the thin slot, Tristan, her sworn Best Friend, the one who had always been there for her, she was admitting that she didn't want him as only a friend. What if he didn't feel the same way? Could she handle that kind of rejection? She decided that she couldn't handle never seeing if he felt the same and, taking all her remaining energy, she slipped the truth about her feelings into the slot.
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So tell me what to do
Take out the light
Take out the light
Take out the light start screamin'
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A/N: So what do you think? Should I keep it a one-parter or add more chapters? Review and tell me your opinion!
Disclaimer: I do not own Gilmore Girls or Good Charlotte or 'Screamer'
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Communication is a lot like the wind
When I speak
It's like no one understands,
And I'm left with empty hands
Forever, I can't speak
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They'd been friends for so long, best friends, actually. Which was why she couldn't understand the reason he hadn't come to her, but he'd gone to Duncan and Bowman. He knew that he could have gone to her. She would have listened. She always had. His Grandfather had died. His parents did love him, she knew they did, they just didn't know how to show it. His Grandfather showed it the way that his parents couldn't.
Since he had left almost six months before, they hadn't spoken. Neither had been brave enough to call or write. They had practically severed all ties with each other. She wasn't mad. Just hurt. And she knew that he was too nervous to take the first step. They had been friends since eighth grade when she had moved there, almost three years. But they were still to nervous of what the other would think
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So many things I'll never learn
You can't cross bridges that you've burned
Why is life such an issue in your mind
Why are the answers to my problems hard to find
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So many nights she'd cried herself to sleep. All she wanted was him back in her life. It was weird, how you could always care for a person, but never know how much you love them and need them until they're gone. She had always loved Tristan, but hadn't realized that it was more than platonic until he left. Sometimes she wanted to just scream and ask why he had left her. Why had he had chosen Duncan and Bowman over her? She still had pictures of him all over her room. He haunted her dreams and she knew she needed him. She knew that if she didn't have some kind of contact with him she would break under the pressure of a life without him.
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Don't forget to buckle when you fall
Beneath the pressure of the seconds when,
Your life became a screamer
Staring at the sea things become so small
I want movies of my dreams
And pictures on my wall
Pictures on my wall
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She told people that she had moved on, that he didn't matter anymore. People thought that he was her past, not knowing that she was still very much in need of him. She had only told Lane, her best friend next to Tristan, that she still hoped that he would come to her door one day. Rory had asked for her opinion on how possible that was and Lane had said that, honestly, it was only a dream. She said there was really no way that Tristan was coming back and Rory was dreaming. Rory knew that she had asked for an honest opinion, but that upset her. After Lane had left that night Rory was home alone and she had gone into her room, turned of the lights and finally, she screamed.
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You say that I'm a dreamer
I say you're a non-believer
Take out the light
Take out the light start screamin'
I'm dreaming, I'm a dreamer
No one believes me,
And you don't either
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Rory woke up in the middle of the night and decided that what she couldn't say out loud she would have to write down. Lorelai was at a conference for the weekend, so she was alone. Walking slowly to her desk, she turned on the lamp, cringing from the bright light that illuminated the pitch black room.
Pulling out a pen and a piece of paper, she balled her hands into fists, trying to stop the shaking. Deciding to start writing before she lost her nerve, she put pen to paper and wrote what she felt,
Tristan,
Hey, I guess you're wondering why I'm writing to you considering we haven't spoken in six months. But for that entire time I've been wanting to know how you've been. So before you throw this away because you are still mad at me, please read it.
I just want you to know that I'm not mad at you. I'm hurt that you left me but not mad. We were best friends and I guess that I always just thought of you as that, my best friend. You were always the strong one and by the time I realized that you needed a shoulder to cry on, it was too late. And I hope that you can forgive me for that.
When at first I didn't hear from you I wanted to cut all ties with you. I was upset that you didn't write or call, but recently I've realized that I am as much to blame for the lack of communication as you are. I was scared to write you before, not sure of my feelings, but now I realize that I have to some how try to tell you what I've realized. And that is that I care for you as more than my best friend. I know it's cliché, but I didn't realize how much you really mean to me until you were gone. You are my rock through everything and no one can compare to you in my heart, which belongs to you.
The way I look at it, our romance was like a seed. We didn't kill it, because it never started. If you never plant a seed, you aren't killing a tree, you just aren't giving it a chance, but you didn't kill it. If you plant it and nourish it, then it can grow into a huge tree. The planted seed of our relationship could have turned into love. Don't laugh at me because I couldn't find another way to word it other than that. If you don't feel the same way as me then don't worry about it and you can throw away the letter and never think of me again. But I just had to tell you before I broke, living in a fake world that feels like hell without you. If you feel the same as I do then please call or write.
Forever Yours,
Mary
She pulled an envelope out of her desk and wrote his name and room number over the address to the Military School. Folding the letter, she slipped it into the envelope and sealed it. Standing up, she ran out of the door and holding the letter tightly in her hand she set off to the Stars Hollow Post Office. She loved the feeling of the cool midnight air hitting her skin and blowing her dark hair behind her.
She ran to the drop box in the post office wall, and as she reached it she stopped, realizing what she was about to do. She wasn't sure how long she stood there, staring at the thin slot, Tristan, her sworn Best Friend, the one who had always been there for her, she was admitting that she didn't want him as only a friend. What if he didn't feel the same way? Could she handle that kind of rejection? She decided that she couldn't handle never seeing if he felt the same and, taking all her remaining energy, she slipped the truth about her feelings into the slot.
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So tell me what to do
Take out the light
Take out the light
Take out the light start screamin'
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A/N: So what do you think? Should I keep it a one-parter or add more chapters? Review and tell me your opinion!