A/N: Hello darlings, have you missed me? I don't own Gilmore Girls, Our Lady Peace, or 'Not Enough'
The next day Tristan and Jae were walking back from their classes when one of the secretaries approached them, "Tristan Dugrey?", she asked.
"Yes?"
"The headmaster would like to see you." He looked at her strangely. "Your father is on the phone."
"Ok." He handed his books to Jae, "I'll see you in a minuet." He said nervously. His father hadn't been in contact with him since he came here, why was he calling now?
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There's nothing you can say
Nothing you can do
There's nothing in between
You know the truth
Nothing left to face
There's nothing left to lose
Nothing takes your place
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
As Tristan walked slowly to the office he thought to himself, he'd never been enough for his father. His older brother, Aaron had been perfect at everything. He always had the perfect friends, healthy relationships with his girlfriends, straight A's. And what did Tristan do? He'd befriended the new girl from a small town with no money, then he'd hung out with the two town idiots, had a new 'girlfriend' every week that never got to meet the family, and not so amazing grades.
Now Aaron was at Princeton, and his little brother definitely wasn't going there. All he had ever wanted from his father was his approval. His love. Rory had told him countless times that his father loved him, but he had never listened. He could never compare to perfect Aaron, he couldn't prove himself to his father.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
When they say
You're not that strong
You're not that weak
It's not your fault
And when you climb
Up to your hill
Up to your place
I hope your well
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The door was opened and he walked in. The secretary, who was at her desk, handed the phone to him. "Hello?"
"Son," came the cold voice of his father, "How've you been?"
"Fine, I guess."
"Good, good. Well, I'll get right to the point. No use for meaningless conversation. I've been checking your grades for the last few weeks and you are doing surprisingly well." He paused and waited for his son to say something. When Tristan was silent he continued, "Good attendance, high grades, you've kept out of trouble, and been respectful to teachers."
"And this surprises you father?"
"Actually yes, it does." Tristan clenched his teeth in anger. "Anyway, your mother and I have decided that you have improved at an alarming rate and you can come back to Hartford on Friday. You will start back at Chilton on Monday."
Tristan sat there for a second, processing his father's words. Home? Hatrford? Chilton? Rory. What day was it? Wednesday. "I'm coming home in two days?"
"Yes."
"Just like that?"
"Just like that."
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There's nothing left to prove
There's nothing I won't do
There's nothing like the pain
I feel for you
Nothing left to hide
Nothing left to fear
I am always here
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"Tristan, I know we've never really shown it, but your mother and I do love you very much. And we are proud of you. You have become a very fine young man. And we believe that when you get back, we will see that you have become a very responsible young man."
His whole life, all Tristan had wanted was to hear his father say that. Say he loved him and was proud of him. He would have done anything to hear his father say it growing up. And now that he heard it, he wondered if his father was telling the truth.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
When they say
You're not that strong
You're not that weak
It's not your fault
And when you climb
Up to your hill
Up to your place
I hope you're well
What you want
What you lost
What you had
What is gone is over
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His whole life he wanted that but now it didn't matter. He'd waited way too long to say that for his son to care. Ten years ago, he would have killed to hear that. Eight years ago, he would have treasured the memory. Five years ago, he would have loved it. Three years ago, it would have made his day. One year ago, he would have accepted it. Six months ago, he would have listened. But not now. It was too late for his father to win his affection. He'd always been there but his father had never seen him. The elder had completely lost the attention he once had every ounce of from his younger son. What was once real love and affection was now complete indifference. The father had screwed himself in the love and respect department. He felt nothing towards his father now. Arthur Dugrey had missed his chance long ago.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
What you got
What you love
What you need
What you have is real
It's not enough
It's not enough
It's not enough
It's not enough, I'm sorry
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"Okay, I'm sure you will, thank you for letting me come home, I appreciate the second chance, dad." he said coldly.
"Oh, and Tristan,"
"Yes?"
"There is one condition for you to stay in Hartford."
Tristan sat for a second in silence, wondering what it could be, "What is that?"
"You have to stay away from Rory Gilmore."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
When people say
You're not that strong
You're not that weak
It's not your fault
And when you climb
Up to your hill
Up to your place
I hope you're well
It's not enough
No
It's not enough
It's not enough
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A/N: Sorry it took me so long to update. My friend has been over all week and I didn't have time to work on this because I really had to think about this chapter. It was really hard to find a song for this one. Sorry for the lack of Trory, but I needed this chapter to establish Tristan's relationship with his father. Review and I'll try to get the next chapter up sooner. Later darlings!
The next day Tristan and Jae were walking back from their classes when one of the secretaries approached them, "Tristan Dugrey?", she asked.
"Yes?"
"The headmaster would like to see you." He looked at her strangely. "Your father is on the phone."
"Ok." He handed his books to Jae, "I'll see you in a minuet." He said nervously. His father hadn't been in contact with him since he came here, why was he calling now?
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
There's nothing you can say
Nothing you can do
There's nothing in between
You know the truth
Nothing left to face
There's nothing left to lose
Nothing takes your place
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
As Tristan walked slowly to the office he thought to himself, he'd never been enough for his father. His older brother, Aaron had been perfect at everything. He always had the perfect friends, healthy relationships with his girlfriends, straight A's. And what did Tristan do? He'd befriended the new girl from a small town with no money, then he'd hung out with the two town idiots, had a new 'girlfriend' every week that never got to meet the family, and not so amazing grades.
Now Aaron was at Princeton, and his little brother definitely wasn't going there. All he had ever wanted from his father was his approval. His love. Rory had told him countless times that his father loved him, but he had never listened. He could never compare to perfect Aaron, he couldn't prove himself to his father.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
When they say
You're not that strong
You're not that weak
It's not your fault
And when you climb
Up to your hill
Up to your place
I hope your well
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The door was opened and he walked in. The secretary, who was at her desk, handed the phone to him. "Hello?"
"Son," came the cold voice of his father, "How've you been?"
"Fine, I guess."
"Good, good. Well, I'll get right to the point. No use for meaningless conversation. I've been checking your grades for the last few weeks and you are doing surprisingly well." He paused and waited for his son to say something. When Tristan was silent he continued, "Good attendance, high grades, you've kept out of trouble, and been respectful to teachers."
"And this surprises you father?"
"Actually yes, it does." Tristan clenched his teeth in anger. "Anyway, your mother and I have decided that you have improved at an alarming rate and you can come back to Hartford on Friday. You will start back at Chilton on Monday."
Tristan sat there for a second, processing his father's words. Home? Hatrford? Chilton? Rory. What day was it? Wednesday. "I'm coming home in two days?"
"Yes."
"Just like that?"
"Just like that."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
There's nothing left to prove
There's nothing I won't do
There's nothing like the pain
I feel for you
Nothing left to hide
Nothing left to fear
I am always here
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Tristan, I know we've never really shown it, but your mother and I do love you very much. And we are proud of you. You have become a very fine young man. And we believe that when you get back, we will see that you have become a very responsible young man."
His whole life, all Tristan had wanted was to hear his father say that. Say he loved him and was proud of him. He would have done anything to hear his father say it growing up. And now that he heard it, he wondered if his father was telling the truth.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
When they say
You're not that strong
You're not that weak
It's not your fault
And when you climb
Up to your hill
Up to your place
I hope you're well
What you want
What you lost
What you had
What is gone is over
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
His whole life he wanted that but now it didn't matter. He'd waited way too long to say that for his son to care. Ten years ago, he would have killed to hear that. Eight years ago, he would have treasured the memory. Five years ago, he would have loved it. Three years ago, it would have made his day. One year ago, he would have accepted it. Six months ago, he would have listened. But not now. It was too late for his father to win his affection. He'd always been there but his father had never seen him. The elder had completely lost the attention he once had every ounce of from his younger son. What was once real love and affection was now complete indifference. The father had screwed himself in the love and respect department. He felt nothing towards his father now. Arthur Dugrey had missed his chance long ago.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
What you got
What you love
What you need
What you have is real
It's not enough
It's not enough
It's not enough
It's not enough, I'm sorry
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Okay, I'm sure you will, thank you for letting me come home, I appreciate the second chance, dad." he said coldly.
"Oh, and Tristan,"
"Yes?"
"There is one condition for you to stay in Hartford."
Tristan sat for a second in silence, wondering what it could be, "What is that?"
"You have to stay away from Rory Gilmore."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
When people say
You're not that strong
You're not that weak
It's not your fault
And when you climb
Up to your hill
Up to your place
I hope you're well
It's not enough
No
It's not enough
It's not enough
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
A/N: Sorry it took me so long to update. My friend has been over all week and I didn't have time to work on this because I really had to think about this chapter. It was really hard to find a song for this one. Sorry for the lack of Trory, but I needed this chapter to establish Tristan's relationship with his father. Review and I'll try to get the next chapter up sooner. Later darlings!