A/N: Hello darlings! I'm back. *cackle, cackle* Shankya to everyone who reviewed. They were............ *dramatic pause* ............. inspiring.
Disclaimer: I don't own Best of Me, by The Starting Line or Dueling Dragons
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"Tristan?"
"Hey."
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Tell me what you thought about
When you were gone
And so alone
The worst is over
You can have the best of me
We got older but we're still young
We never grew out of this feeling
That we won't give up
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"How've you been?"
"Good, you?"
"Um, good, I guess."
"Sure, I bet you lie awake at night, thinking of me. And when you can sleep, you wake up in the middle of the night, screaming my name, 'Tristan, Tristan!', don't you?"
Her angelic laughter drifted through his head. "Oh, all the time, but it's usually, 'Tristan, Tristan, get the hell out of my head, you annoying snitzelfritz!'"
"Snitzelfritz?"
"Yes, do you have a problem with it mister?"
"Nope, but what's a snitzelfritz?"
"You."
"Ah, I see."
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Here we lay again on two separate beds
A pictures drawn from memory
We reflect on miscommunications
And misunderstandings
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"So you were never mad at me?"
"Of course not, well maybe a little upset at first, but not really mad."
"Good, I'm glad."
"Me too."
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We turn our music down
And we whisper
Say what you're thinking right now
Tell me what you thought about
When you were gone
And so alone
The worst is over
You can have the best of me
We got older but we're still young
We never grew out of this feeling
That we won't give up
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"Did you really mean it?"
"Mean what?"
"What you said in the letter, about how you could have loved me."
"Yes." She whispered breathlessly, "Did you call because you feel the same?"
"Rory, I've always felt that way about you."
"Really?"
"You couldn't tell?"
"I never really thought that you would, I mean, you're popular and experienced, I'm not."
"That was why I felt like that, Mary."
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Jumping to conclusions
Made me fall away from you
I'm so glad that this truth
Has brought back together me and you
We're sitting on the ground
And we whisper
Say what you're thinking out loud
Tell me what you thought about
When you were gone and so alone
The worst is over
You can have the best of me
We got older but we're still young
We never grew out of this feeling
That we won't give up
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"Because I'm innocent?"
"It's one of the things that drew me to you."
"But Summer wasn't exactly innocent, and you liked her."
"Rory, have you ever looked at Summer?
"Yes, every time the two of you made out on my locker."
"Sorry about that."
"All is forgotten."
"Thanks, anyway, there is a physical resemblance between you and Summer."
"There is?"
"That's why I asked her out."
"Oh, I see."
"How long have you felt like what you wrote in the letter?"
"Since ninth grade, but I didn't realize it until you left. What about you?"
"Eighth grade."
"That long?"
"Yes, you were my best friend. No one meant as much to me as you did."
"Really?"
"Yeah."
"You mean so much to me Tristan, I don't know how I got through six months without you."
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We turn our music down
And we whisper
We're sitting on the ground
And we whisper
We turn our music down
We're sitting on the ground
The next time I'm in town
We will kiss girl
We will kiss girl
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"I don't understand how you got through six months without me, either." The sound of her laughing again made his heart swell, "Well, Ror, I have to go, it's lights out in ten minuets."
"Okay." She sounded disappointed.
"But I'll call you tomorrow."
She brightened, "Okay, so I'll talk to you later?"
"Definitely."
"K, bye."
"Night, Mary." He hung up.
Rory heard the line go dead. She smiled, holding the phone to her chest, and walked to her room. She pulled out a box of pictures and shifted through them. Smiling, she took out a huge stack with pictures of Tristan and herself. Looking at them, memories flooded back to her.
*The two of them in front of a roller coaster in ninth grade-
"Man Rory, do we have to ride in the front row?"
"Yes."
"But to get in the front row, the wait in line will be like, an hour."
"More quality time with your best friend."
He groaned as she pulled him in line for the first row, "Trust me, Dueling Dragons is worth the wait."
"Yeah, maybe on Fire, not Ice."
"Sweetie, we're in the line for Fire."
"Lies."
"Tristan is going insane."
"Am not."
"Are too."
"Am not."
"Are too." And they argued about it until they got on the ride.
*A picture of them in eighth grade, about a month after she got there, a pool party at his house with them looking at each other happily-
She walked out, wearing a yellow swimsuit, and Tristan whistled, "Shutup."
"I'm serious, where have you been hiding Gilmore?"
"Tristan, you're embarrassing yourself."
"I do it all the time."
"That's not something I would admit so openly."
He picked her up in one sweeping movement, "Ready to go for a swim Mary?"
Her eyes narrowed, "You wouldn't."
"Wouldn't I?" He walked to the edge of the pool, "Ready?"
"I'll hurt you severely if you do." She was completely oblivious to the fact that a dozen girls were glaring at her because she always got so much attention from Tristan, the way he was cradling her so gently.
"Hold your breath." He stepped over the edge, causing both of them to go completely under. When he came back up for air, he didn't see her, "Mary, Mary?" he called. Suddenly he was pulled under by the ankles. When he stopped moving, he was level with Rory, who smiled and wrapped her arms around his neck. He came up, pulling her with him. "I knew you couldn't resist touching me."
"No, actually, I just wanted you to pull me up."
"And why couldn't you pull yourself up?"
"Too much work."
"Right Mary, keep telling yourself that."
"I will."
*A picture of them talking to Henry, the week before Tristan's grandfather died, he had his arms wrapped around her from behind, his jaw resting on her shoulder, tenth grade-
Rory was walking to her bus stop when someone wrapped their arms around her from behind, "Hey sexy." someone whispered in her ear. She shivered slightly, but laughed.
"Hey Tris."
"No fair, you knew it was me." Henry walked up,
"Hey guys."
"Hey Henry."
"Hey man."
"So, when are you two finally going to get together?"
Rory laughed and Tristan rolled his eyes, "Never."
"What ever you say, but I have a pool going with Peterson and Stephens, so if you two ever do get together, Tris, could you do it over the intercom during the moment of silence in the morning? Cause if you do, then I get fifty bucks from each of them."
"Sure, why not?"
"Thanks man, I owe you." They all three laughed, "Well, I'll see you two love birds tomorrow."
"Later."
"Bye." After he walked away, Rory turned around in Tristan's arms, "He's a crackhead."
"Seriously."
"Oh, and look, I missed the bus, great!"
"Mary, Mary, Mary, I can give you a ride."
"Aw, thanks Tris, how can I ever repay you?" She asked sarcastically.
"Well, actually, I can think of a few ways........" He trailed off.
"Oooh, dirty."
"Always." She laughed as he led her to his car.
Rory smiled down at the pictures, and now he was back in her life. She fell asleep curled up in one of his hoodies she had taken. With memories of him playing through her mind.
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Tell me what you thought about
When you were gone
And so alone
The worst is over
You can have the best of me
We got older but we're still young
We never grew out of this feeling
That we won't
Feeling that we can't
We're not ready to give up
We got older but we're still young
We never grew out of this feeling
That we won't give up
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A/N: Number three, review and tell me what you think!
Disclaimer: I don't own Best of Me, by The Starting Line or Dueling Dragons
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"Tristan?"
"Hey."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Tell me what you thought about
When you were gone
And so alone
The worst is over
You can have the best of me
We got older but we're still young
We never grew out of this feeling
That we won't give up
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"How've you been?"
"Good, you?"
"Um, good, I guess."
"Sure, I bet you lie awake at night, thinking of me. And when you can sleep, you wake up in the middle of the night, screaming my name, 'Tristan, Tristan!', don't you?"
Her angelic laughter drifted through his head. "Oh, all the time, but it's usually, 'Tristan, Tristan, get the hell out of my head, you annoying snitzelfritz!'"
"Snitzelfritz?"
"Yes, do you have a problem with it mister?"
"Nope, but what's a snitzelfritz?"
"You."
"Ah, I see."
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Here we lay again on two separate beds
A pictures drawn from memory
We reflect on miscommunications
And misunderstandings
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"So you were never mad at me?"
"Of course not, well maybe a little upset at first, but not really mad."
"Good, I'm glad."
"Me too."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
We turn our music down
And we whisper
Say what you're thinking right now
Tell me what you thought about
When you were gone
And so alone
The worst is over
You can have the best of me
We got older but we're still young
We never grew out of this feeling
That we won't give up
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"Did you really mean it?"
"Mean what?"
"What you said in the letter, about how you could have loved me."
"Yes." She whispered breathlessly, "Did you call because you feel the same?"
"Rory, I've always felt that way about you."
"Really?"
"You couldn't tell?"
"I never really thought that you would, I mean, you're popular and experienced, I'm not."
"That was why I felt like that, Mary."
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Jumping to conclusions
Made me fall away from you
I'm so glad that this truth
Has brought back together me and you
We're sitting on the ground
And we whisper
Say what you're thinking out loud
Tell me what you thought about
When you were gone and so alone
The worst is over
You can have the best of me
We got older but we're still young
We never grew out of this feeling
That we won't give up
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"Because I'm innocent?"
"It's one of the things that drew me to you."
"But Summer wasn't exactly innocent, and you liked her."
"Rory, have you ever looked at Summer?
"Yes, every time the two of you made out on my locker."
"Sorry about that."
"All is forgotten."
"Thanks, anyway, there is a physical resemblance between you and Summer."
"There is?"
"That's why I asked her out."
"Oh, I see."
"How long have you felt like what you wrote in the letter?"
"Since ninth grade, but I didn't realize it until you left. What about you?"
"Eighth grade."
"That long?"
"Yes, you were my best friend. No one meant as much to me as you did."
"Really?"
"Yeah."
"You mean so much to me Tristan, I don't know how I got through six months without you."
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We turn our music down
And we whisper
We're sitting on the ground
And we whisper
We turn our music down
We're sitting on the ground
The next time I'm in town
We will kiss girl
We will kiss girl
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"I don't understand how you got through six months without me, either." The sound of her laughing again made his heart swell, "Well, Ror, I have to go, it's lights out in ten minuets."
"Okay." She sounded disappointed.
"But I'll call you tomorrow."
She brightened, "Okay, so I'll talk to you later?"
"Definitely."
"K, bye."
"Night, Mary." He hung up.
Rory heard the line go dead. She smiled, holding the phone to her chest, and walked to her room. She pulled out a box of pictures and shifted through them. Smiling, she took out a huge stack with pictures of Tristan and herself. Looking at them, memories flooded back to her.
*The two of them in front of a roller coaster in ninth grade-
"Man Rory, do we have to ride in the front row?"
"Yes."
"But to get in the front row, the wait in line will be like, an hour."
"More quality time with your best friend."
He groaned as she pulled him in line for the first row, "Trust me, Dueling Dragons is worth the wait."
"Yeah, maybe on Fire, not Ice."
"Sweetie, we're in the line for Fire."
"Lies."
"Tristan is going insane."
"Am not."
"Are too."
"Am not."
"Are too." And they argued about it until they got on the ride.
*A picture of them in eighth grade, about a month after she got there, a pool party at his house with them looking at each other happily-
She walked out, wearing a yellow swimsuit, and Tristan whistled, "Shutup."
"I'm serious, where have you been hiding Gilmore?"
"Tristan, you're embarrassing yourself."
"I do it all the time."
"That's not something I would admit so openly."
He picked her up in one sweeping movement, "Ready to go for a swim Mary?"
Her eyes narrowed, "You wouldn't."
"Wouldn't I?" He walked to the edge of the pool, "Ready?"
"I'll hurt you severely if you do." She was completely oblivious to the fact that a dozen girls were glaring at her because she always got so much attention from Tristan, the way he was cradling her so gently.
"Hold your breath." He stepped over the edge, causing both of them to go completely under. When he came back up for air, he didn't see her, "Mary, Mary?" he called. Suddenly he was pulled under by the ankles. When he stopped moving, he was level with Rory, who smiled and wrapped her arms around his neck. He came up, pulling her with him. "I knew you couldn't resist touching me."
"No, actually, I just wanted you to pull me up."
"And why couldn't you pull yourself up?"
"Too much work."
"Right Mary, keep telling yourself that."
"I will."
*A picture of them talking to Henry, the week before Tristan's grandfather died, he had his arms wrapped around her from behind, his jaw resting on her shoulder, tenth grade-
Rory was walking to her bus stop when someone wrapped their arms around her from behind, "Hey sexy." someone whispered in her ear. She shivered slightly, but laughed.
"Hey Tris."
"No fair, you knew it was me." Henry walked up,
"Hey guys."
"Hey Henry."
"Hey man."
"So, when are you two finally going to get together?"
Rory laughed and Tristan rolled his eyes, "Never."
"What ever you say, but I have a pool going with Peterson and Stephens, so if you two ever do get together, Tris, could you do it over the intercom during the moment of silence in the morning? Cause if you do, then I get fifty bucks from each of them."
"Sure, why not?"
"Thanks man, I owe you." They all three laughed, "Well, I'll see you two love birds tomorrow."
"Later."
"Bye." After he walked away, Rory turned around in Tristan's arms, "He's a crackhead."
"Seriously."
"Oh, and look, I missed the bus, great!"
"Mary, Mary, Mary, I can give you a ride."
"Aw, thanks Tris, how can I ever repay you?" She asked sarcastically.
"Well, actually, I can think of a few ways........" He trailed off.
"Oooh, dirty."
"Always." She laughed as he led her to his car.
Rory smiled down at the pictures, and now he was back in her life. She fell asleep curled up in one of his hoodies she had taken. With memories of him playing through her mind.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Tell me what you thought about
When you were gone
And so alone
The worst is over
You can have the best of me
We got older but we're still young
We never grew out of this feeling
That we won't
Feeling that we can't
We're not ready to give up
We got older but we're still young
We never grew out of this feeling
That we won't give up
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A/N: Number three, review and tell me what you think!