A/N: Hey peoples, here is the second chapter to my fic! yay.
Disclaimer: I do not own Gilmore Girls, Starship, Box Car Racer, or There Is. *grumble*
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This vacation's useless
These white pills aren't kind
I've given a lot of thought
On this 13 hour drive
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Tristan laid on his bed, his gaze shifting from the ceiling to the phone on the side table. This was something he would frequently do. He mentally banged his head on the head board. WHY had he not gone to her? This was a question he asked himself everyday, he screwed up, not only by breaking into the safe, but also by not going to the one person who truly understood him. Rory Gilmore. His best friend since eighth grade. Instead he went to Duncan and Bowman.
He shook himself mentally as one of his room mates, Jae walked in, "Hey, Dugrey."
"What?"
"Oh, you thinking about that chick, Rory?"
"Jae, I'm really not in the mood."
"Ok, whatever, man. You got a letter."
"What?"
"Yeah, you know, a letter. Like a piece of paper with writing on it, in an envelope and sealed. With your name on the front."
"Shut up. I know what a letter is." He held his hand out and Jae dropped it into his opened palm. "Thanks."
"No problem," he said, walking out of the room. Tristan waited until the door closed to look at the return address, it said 'Mary' at the top. His heart started beating faster and he opened it slowly.
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I missed the grinding concrete
Where we sat past 8 or 9
And slowly finished laughing
In the glow of our headlights
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He sped through her letter one time and then read it over and over slowly. She could have loved him? She could have loved him! She felt the same way as he did. A smile crossed his face. 'No one can compare to you in my heart, which belongs to you'. His heart swelled.
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I've given a lot of thought
To the nights we used to have
The days have come and gone
Our lives went but so fast
I faintly remember breathing
On your bedroom floor
Where I laid and told you
But you sweared you loved me more
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'If you feel the same as I do then please call or write', If he felt the same? IF he felt the same! He had wanted to hear Rory say those words since eighth grade! Of course he felt the same! He stopped, what would he say to her? What could he say to tell her how sorry he was? What would make her forgive him? Wait, she wasn't mad at him! He looked back down at the paper in his hand, 'I just want you to know that I'm not mad at you. I'm hurt that you left me but not mad'. She was hurt that he'd left her, not that he'd left or that he'd ignored her for a week before he broke into the safe, but hurt that he left HER. He had to call now. But what would he say?
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Do you care if I don't know what to say
Will you sleep tonight or will you think of me
Will I shake this off pretend it's all okay
That there's someone out there who feels just like me
There Is
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He walked to his desk and pulled out a shoe box. He went back to his bed and took everything out, ticket stubs from movies and concerts, letters, a Starship CD, notes, and some books. Ticket stubs of places he and Rory had gone, letters she had written him in school when she was bored, some of her books he had borrowed, and the CD she had insisted he listen to because Starship was 'One of the Best Rock Groups Ever'. This was the box that held all his memories of Rory.
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Those notes you wrote me I've kept them all
I've given a lot of thought of how to write you back this fall
With every single letter in every single word
There will be a hidden message
About a boy that loves a girl
Do you care if I don't know what to say
Will you sleep tonight or will you think of me
Will I shake this off pretend it's all okay
That there's someone out there that feels just like me
There is
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He jumped up, grabbing the phone and dialing the familiar number. It rang four times and he hung up quickly. He didn't know what to say to her! He would just sit there in silence and make a fool of himself if he called her.
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Do you care if I don't know what to say
Will you sleep tonight or will you think if me
Will I shake this off pretend it's all okay
That there's someone out there who feels just like me
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He took a deep breath and closed his eyes, calming himself, 'Come on Tristan, don't be a whimp, just call her!' he shouted at himself. Taking a steadying breath, he opened his eyes and dialed her number again. One ring. Two rings. Three rings. Four rings. Five rings. Six-.
"Hello?" asked a breathless voice.
"Rory."
"Tristan?"
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Do you care if I don't know what to say
Will you sleep tonight or will you think of me
Will I shake this off pretend it's all okay
That there's someone out there who feels just like me
There is
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A/N: My first ever cliff hanger!
'And there was much rejoicing. Yaaaaaaaay.' He he, Monty Python moment. Me and my brother should stop quoting that movie in public. It makes people stare.
Later darlings! Don't forget to review!
Disclaimer: I do not own Gilmore Girls, Starship, Box Car Racer, or There Is. *grumble*
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
This vacation's useless
These white pills aren't kind
I've given a lot of thought
On this 13 hour drive
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Tristan laid on his bed, his gaze shifting from the ceiling to the phone on the side table. This was something he would frequently do. He mentally banged his head on the head board. WHY had he not gone to her? This was a question he asked himself everyday, he screwed up, not only by breaking into the safe, but also by not going to the one person who truly understood him. Rory Gilmore. His best friend since eighth grade. Instead he went to Duncan and Bowman.
He shook himself mentally as one of his room mates, Jae walked in, "Hey, Dugrey."
"What?"
"Oh, you thinking about that chick, Rory?"
"Jae, I'm really not in the mood."
"Ok, whatever, man. You got a letter."
"What?"
"Yeah, you know, a letter. Like a piece of paper with writing on it, in an envelope and sealed. With your name on the front."
"Shut up. I know what a letter is." He held his hand out and Jae dropped it into his opened palm. "Thanks."
"No problem," he said, walking out of the room. Tristan waited until the door closed to look at the return address, it said 'Mary' at the top. His heart started beating faster and he opened it slowly.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I missed the grinding concrete
Where we sat past 8 or 9
And slowly finished laughing
In the glow of our headlights
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
He sped through her letter one time and then read it over and over slowly. She could have loved him? She could have loved him! She felt the same way as he did. A smile crossed his face. 'No one can compare to you in my heart, which belongs to you'. His heart swelled.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I've given a lot of thought
To the nights we used to have
The days have come and gone
Our lives went but so fast
I faintly remember breathing
On your bedroom floor
Where I laid and told you
But you sweared you loved me more
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
'If you feel the same as I do then please call or write', If he felt the same? IF he felt the same! He had wanted to hear Rory say those words since eighth grade! Of course he felt the same! He stopped, what would he say to her? What could he say to tell her how sorry he was? What would make her forgive him? Wait, she wasn't mad at him! He looked back down at the paper in his hand, 'I just want you to know that I'm not mad at you. I'm hurt that you left me but not mad'. She was hurt that he'd left her, not that he'd left or that he'd ignored her for a week before he broke into the safe, but hurt that he left HER. He had to call now. But what would he say?
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Do you care if I don't know what to say
Will you sleep tonight or will you think of me
Will I shake this off pretend it's all okay
That there's someone out there who feels just like me
There Is
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
He walked to his desk and pulled out a shoe box. He went back to his bed and took everything out, ticket stubs from movies and concerts, letters, a Starship CD, notes, and some books. Ticket stubs of places he and Rory had gone, letters she had written him in school when she was bored, some of her books he had borrowed, and the CD she had insisted he listen to because Starship was 'One of the Best Rock Groups Ever'. This was the box that held all his memories of Rory.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Those notes you wrote me I've kept them all
I've given a lot of thought of how to write you back this fall
With every single letter in every single word
There will be a hidden message
About a boy that loves a girl
Do you care if I don't know what to say
Will you sleep tonight or will you think of me
Will I shake this off pretend it's all okay
That there's someone out there that feels just like me
There is
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
He jumped up, grabbing the phone and dialing the familiar number. It rang four times and he hung up quickly. He didn't know what to say to her! He would just sit there in silence and make a fool of himself if he called her.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Do you care if I don't know what to say
Will you sleep tonight or will you think if me
Will I shake this off pretend it's all okay
That there's someone out there who feels just like me
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
He took a deep breath and closed his eyes, calming himself, 'Come on Tristan, don't be a whimp, just call her!' he shouted at himself. Taking a steadying breath, he opened his eyes and dialed her number again. One ring. Two rings. Three rings. Four rings. Five rings. Six-.
"Hello?" asked a breathless voice.
"Rory."
"Tristan?"
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Do you care if I don't know what to say
Will you sleep tonight or will you think of me
Will I shake this off pretend it's all okay
That there's someone out there who feels just like me
There is
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A/N: My first ever cliff hanger!
'And there was much rejoicing. Yaaaaaaaay.' He he, Monty Python moment. Me and my brother should stop quoting that movie in public. It makes people stare.
Later darlings! Don't forget to review!