"You know, I tried to forget about you." Tristan whispered into the phone. It was one thirty in the morning, they'd been talking for the past hour, but had fallen into silence.
"I know," she whispered back, "So did I. But I'm glad you didn't."
"Me too."
Rory laid her head back, closing her eyes, "I don't want tomorrow to happen."
Tristan sighed, "Neither do I."
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He drowns in his dreams
An exquisite extreme I know
He's as dumb as he seems
And more heaven than a heart could hold
And if I try to save him
My whole world could cave in
It just ain't right
It just ain't right
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Rory stood outside the school, looking around. Tristan's car was parked in the spot it always had been before he left, and people stared as they walked by, not willing to believe he was really back. She smirked and pulled out her phone, dialing his number.
Tristan was standing in the middle of a large group surrounding his locker when his cell rang. He excused himself from the girl who was flirting with him and answered it, "Hello?"
"Just to tell you, a group of Freshmen have surrounded your car and are staring at it in awe."
"Well, I am a very awe inspiring person."
"I'm sure. So, when do we do it?"
"Where are you?"
She pushed open the door, "The main entrance. You?"
"My locker."
"Number?"
"1600"
"Okay, I see a big group of people, but not you."
Tristan looked up, towards the doors, "I see you."
Rory looked until she met his eyes, "Me too."
He smirked, "Showtime." and hung up, Rory did as well. She quickened her pace and Tristan turned back to the girl in front of him, flirting. She made her way through the crowd surrounding his locker and stood in front of him, her eyes glinting.
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Oh when I don't know
I don't know what he's after
But he's so beautiful
Such a beautiful disaster
And if I could hold on
Through the tears and the laughter
Would it be beautiful?
Or just a beautiful disaster
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"Tristan Dugrey."
"Lorelai Gilmore."
"What the hell are you doing back?"
"I couldn't stay away."
She looked around at all the girls surrounding him, "Already back in the game? You don't waste any time, do you Dugrey?"
"It's what I pride myself on."
"I'm sure you do."
"So, to what do I owe the pleasure?"
"I just wanted to see if the rumors were true. I wanted to see for myself that the king was back."
"In the flesh."
"I would cry, but I think enough people already have."
"You're that happy to see me Mary?"
"Wrong again."
"Am I?"
"Yes. I'm not in the least bit happy to see you."
"And why is that?"
"You tend to annoy me."
"Do I?"
"Yes."
"I'm sorry." he said sarcastically.
"No you're not."
"You're right."
"Go to hell."
"I'll see you there."
"I'm sure you will."
"Because we all know you're not that much of a Mary, don't we?"
"Fuck you."
"When, where, and how hard?"
"As hard as you can take it."
"Really now?"
"Really really."
"Can't wait."
"But you'll have to, because you still have to get your head out of your ass."
Tristan put a hand on his heart in mock hurt as Rory walked away, "You wound me, Mary!" he called after her. She ignored him and kept going. People exchanged tense glances until Tristan turned to the girl beside him and continued talking.
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His magical myth
As strong as with I believe
A tragedy with
More damage than a soul should see
And do I try to change him
So hard not to blame him
Hold on tight
Hold on tight
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Rory looked at her face in the deserted bathroom's mirror as Paris walked in, "Care to explain?"
"Explain what?"
"What the hell happened between you and Tristan."
"Oh. That."
"Yeah, that."
"That was nothing."
"Bull shit."
"What?"
"He's been here all of five minuets, and you've already had a fight with him. Just like the one before he left. I already know he called you, so tell me the truth."
"That is the truth. It was nothing."
"What do you mean it was nothing?"
"I mean, it wasn't real."
"Whoa, what?"
"It wasn't a real fight."
"How was that not a real fight?"
"His father won't let him come near me, and Tristan won't listen, so we came up with this."
"Came up with what?"
"We're going to make every one think we hate each other."
"And..."
"I dunno, I guess, we'll just date in secret or something."
"Do you have any idea how hard that will be? People will suspect something if he's not a player."
"We thought of that."
"And?"
"He's still going to be a player."
"He what?!"
"He's going to keep everyone thinking he's a player."
"And you're okay with this?"
"He's not going to do anything with them. Just flirt and stuff."
"And you really think this'll work?" Paris asked. The door opened and a few girls walked in, stopping when they saw Rory.
She looked at Paris, "It has to." and walked out.
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Oh cause I don't know
I don't know what he's after
But he's so beautiful
Such a beautiful disaster
And if I could hold on
Through the tears and the laughter
Would it be beautiful?
Or just a beautiful disaster
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At lunch, Rory sat at the same table as Tristan, but not near him, and she didn't once look at him. Madeline and Henry were on either side of her, carrying on normal conversation. She stood up, "I have to go to the library. I'll see you guys later." every one said bye in unison, all except for Tristan, who didn't even look at her. She 'accidentally' hit him in the back of the head on her way to the door.
Brad, Tristan's best friend, laughed, "What happened to you two?"
"She's turned into a bitch, that's all I know."
"She has not turned into a bitch." Paris said defensively. And when Tristan's eyes met hers, he could tell she knew.
"Speak for yourself."
"You haven't been here, how would you know?"
Tristan stared at her, hoping she knew he didn't mean anything he said about Rory, "You know what? I'm gonna go, see ya later Paris, I love you too." Tristan stood up and walked out of the cafeteria.
Paris stormed out. She knew he didn't mean it, but that didn't stop her from being mad. She decided that she'd have to brush off everything he said and would say, for Rory's sake.
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I'm longing for love and the logical
But he's only happy hysterical
I'm waiting for some kind of miracle
Waited so long
So long ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Rory walked around the school, there was still twenty minuets left in lunch, and she desperately needed to calm her nerves. But she was pulled out of herself as someone pulled her into an empty classroom. She spun around to see Tristan. She smiled, "Hey."
"Hey."
"Well, I have to say, your plan worked perfectly. I bow down to the king of scams." she curtsied.
He smirked, "I can think of something I'd much rather have."
"Can you?" she asked, smiling.
"Mm-hm." he leaned down, capturing her lips in a slow kiss. He broke away after only a moment, "Hey, about your earlier offer-"
"Tristan, if you want to get any further in life, you won't finish that sentence."
"But I really would-" she cut him off by kissing him again. They were playing with fire, and both knew it. They were taking on Arthur Dugrey, who was not someone to be tampered with. But Tristan didn't seem to care, and all rational thought flew from her mind as he wrapped his arms around her waist and backed her into the closed door.
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He's soft to the touch
But afraid at the end he breaks
He's never enough
And still leaves more than I can take
Oh cause I don't know
I don't know what he's after
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Rory looked around the large house, feeling uncomfortable. She was at the Dugrey's mansion, for Tristan's coming home party. She couldn't figure out why she was invited, but by the looks of it, everyone in the Hartford socialite circle had been, meaning her grandparents, mother, father, and sadly, herself. She was sitting on an uncomfortable straight backed chair silently. She stood up after ten minuets of being ignored and walked around trying to find someone to talk to.
She bumped into someone, "Oh, I'm so sorry. I didn't'-" she stopped after realizing who it was.
"Rory, how...nice to see you." Mrs. Dugrey said, obviously surprised.
"Mrs. Dugrey." Rory nodded.
The stood in a tense silence for a moment, until Tristan's mother finally said, "Rory, I just want you to know, we did what we thought was best for Tristan."
"I'm sorry, I don't know what you're talking about."
"Not letting him talk to you. I've heard about what happened at school today, and I'm sure it was hard for you to come here today."
"Right." Rory nodded.
"It's just- look, it's not that we don't like you. We just think it would be best for Tristan if you two took a break."
Rory looked down momentarily and then looked back up, "Mrs. Dugrey, not to be rude, but Tristan was my best friend, and he means a lot to me, so I'm going to tell you what he can't. The reason Tristan did what he did, was because the only person he thought loved him had just died. He doesn't know that you and your husband love him. He thinks you don't care about him. I've tried telling him that you do, but he won't listen. It doesn't matter to him anymore. Cecilia," she said, not feeling any respect for the woman, "Your son is suffocating because of the shell you put him in yourself, and I've tried, but I can't save him. He's tired, and the person that you used to know doesn't exist anymore. You may complain that he's just a teenager going through a phase, but he's not. He's dying and he's changing so much, that he's become a completely different person. And no offense, but, your son has gotten to the point where, he doesn't even care if you love him. It doesn't matter, and you did that yourself. I'm not going to go against your wishes. I won't talk to Tristan at school and I won't be friends with him. But you seriously need to do something, or you'll lose him forever." she looked in indifference as the woman's face changed, "That's the way it is. I'm sorry." she added as an afterthought at Cecilia Dugrey's crushed face. "I have to go." she walked away, leaving the woman to regain her composure.
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But he's so beautiful
Such a beautiful disaster
And if I could hold on
Through the tears and the laughter
Would it be beautiful?
Or just a beautiful disaster
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Rory walked to the second story of the house, very few people were up here. She smiled upon hearing music from Tristan's room. Her fist raised to knock on the door, but before it could make contact with the wood, the door opened, revealing a smiling Tristan. "Hey." he kissed her lightly.
She smiled, "Hey." he opened the door wider and led her in. She looked around, before turning to him. He held her hand and pulled her close, kissing her temple lightly. She closed her eyes and inhaled his scent, her head resting on his shoulder. "I didn't know it was like this." she whispered.
"Like what?"
"Your life, all these parties and..." she trailed off, "Nothingness, almost."
He nodded, "Not many people do."
She looked up at him, "Well, I mean- I knew it was like this, but I didn't know it was just so-"
"Shh." he cut her off, "I know."
"I'm sorry." she laid her head back on his shoulder and wrapped her arms around his waist, under his tux jacket.
"Don't be," he touched her face gently, leaning in, right before their lips met, he whispered, "If I didn't live this kind of life, I never would have clung to you like I did." and he closed the remaining space between their lips, and all she could do was think to herself. She couldn't save him from his cold world by herself, and she couldn't decide if she was doing the right think by getting attached to him. He was either the best thing that could happen to her, or this was a mistake. He could either be her angel, or a disaster. She just couldn't figure out which one it was.
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He's beautiful
Such a beautiful disaster
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A/N: So, I finally updated after more than three months. Review and tell me if I should continue. If not many people review this chapter, I'm not going to keep writing it because not that many people have reviewed so, yeah, tell me if you think it still has potential or if it's just dead.
"I know," she whispered back, "So did I. But I'm glad you didn't."
"Me too."
Rory laid her head back, closing her eyes, "I don't want tomorrow to happen."
Tristan sighed, "Neither do I."
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He drowns in his dreams
An exquisite extreme I know
He's as dumb as he seems
And more heaven than a heart could hold
And if I try to save him
My whole world could cave in
It just ain't right
It just ain't right
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Rory stood outside the school, looking around. Tristan's car was parked in the spot it always had been before he left, and people stared as they walked by, not willing to believe he was really back. She smirked and pulled out her phone, dialing his number.
Tristan was standing in the middle of a large group surrounding his locker when his cell rang. He excused himself from the girl who was flirting with him and answered it, "Hello?"
"Just to tell you, a group of Freshmen have surrounded your car and are staring at it in awe."
"Well, I am a very awe inspiring person."
"I'm sure. So, when do we do it?"
"Where are you?"
She pushed open the door, "The main entrance. You?"
"My locker."
"Number?"
"1600"
"Okay, I see a big group of people, but not you."
Tristan looked up, towards the doors, "I see you."
Rory looked until she met his eyes, "Me too."
He smirked, "Showtime." and hung up, Rory did as well. She quickened her pace and Tristan turned back to the girl in front of him, flirting. She made her way through the crowd surrounding his locker and stood in front of him, her eyes glinting.
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Oh when I don't know
I don't know what he's after
But he's so beautiful
Such a beautiful disaster
And if I could hold on
Through the tears and the laughter
Would it be beautiful?
Or just a beautiful disaster
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"Tristan Dugrey."
"Lorelai Gilmore."
"What the hell are you doing back?"
"I couldn't stay away."
She looked around at all the girls surrounding him, "Already back in the game? You don't waste any time, do you Dugrey?"
"It's what I pride myself on."
"I'm sure you do."
"So, to what do I owe the pleasure?"
"I just wanted to see if the rumors were true. I wanted to see for myself that the king was back."
"In the flesh."
"I would cry, but I think enough people already have."
"You're that happy to see me Mary?"
"Wrong again."
"Am I?"
"Yes. I'm not in the least bit happy to see you."
"And why is that?"
"You tend to annoy me."
"Do I?"
"Yes."
"I'm sorry." he said sarcastically.
"No you're not."
"You're right."
"Go to hell."
"I'll see you there."
"I'm sure you will."
"Because we all know you're not that much of a Mary, don't we?"
"Fuck you."
"When, where, and how hard?"
"As hard as you can take it."
"Really now?"
"Really really."
"Can't wait."
"But you'll have to, because you still have to get your head out of your ass."
Tristan put a hand on his heart in mock hurt as Rory walked away, "You wound me, Mary!" he called after her. She ignored him and kept going. People exchanged tense glances until Tristan turned to the girl beside him and continued talking.
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His magical myth
As strong as with I believe
A tragedy with
More damage than a soul should see
And do I try to change him
So hard not to blame him
Hold on tight
Hold on tight
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Rory looked at her face in the deserted bathroom's mirror as Paris walked in, "Care to explain?"
"Explain what?"
"What the hell happened between you and Tristan."
"Oh. That."
"Yeah, that."
"That was nothing."
"Bull shit."
"What?"
"He's been here all of five minuets, and you've already had a fight with him. Just like the one before he left. I already know he called you, so tell me the truth."
"That is the truth. It was nothing."
"What do you mean it was nothing?"
"I mean, it wasn't real."
"Whoa, what?"
"It wasn't a real fight."
"How was that not a real fight?"
"His father won't let him come near me, and Tristan won't listen, so we came up with this."
"Came up with what?"
"We're going to make every one think we hate each other."
"And..."
"I dunno, I guess, we'll just date in secret or something."
"Do you have any idea how hard that will be? People will suspect something if he's not a player."
"We thought of that."
"And?"
"He's still going to be a player."
"He what?!"
"He's going to keep everyone thinking he's a player."
"And you're okay with this?"
"He's not going to do anything with them. Just flirt and stuff."
"And you really think this'll work?" Paris asked. The door opened and a few girls walked in, stopping when they saw Rory.
She looked at Paris, "It has to." and walked out.
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Oh cause I don't know
I don't know what he's after
But he's so beautiful
Such a beautiful disaster
And if I could hold on
Through the tears and the laughter
Would it be beautiful?
Or just a beautiful disaster
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At lunch, Rory sat at the same table as Tristan, but not near him, and she didn't once look at him. Madeline and Henry were on either side of her, carrying on normal conversation. She stood up, "I have to go to the library. I'll see you guys later." every one said bye in unison, all except for Tristan, who didn't even look at her. She 'accidentally' hit him in the back of the head on her way to the door.
Brad, Tristan's best friend, laughed, "What happened to you two?"
"She's turned into a bitch, that's all I know."
"She has not turned into a bitch." Paris said defensively. And when Tristan's eyes met hers, he could tell she knew.
"Speak for yourself."
"You haven't been here, how would you know?"
Tristan stared at her, hoping she knew he didn't mean anything he said about Rory, "You know what? I'm gonna go, see ya later Paris, I love you too." Tristan stood up and walked out of the cafeteria.
Paris stormed out. She knew he didn't mean it, but that didn't stop her from being mad. She decided that she'd have to brush off everything he said and would say, for Rory's sake.
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I'm longing for love and the logical
But he's only happy hysterical
I'm waiting for some kind of miracle
Waited so long
So long ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Rory walked around the school, there was still twenty minuets left in lunch, and she desperately needed to calm her nerves. But she was pulled out of herself as someone pulled her into an empty classroom. She spun around to see Tristan. She smiled, "Hey."
"Hey."
"Well, I have to say, your plan worked perfectly. I bow down to the king of scams." she curtsied.
He smirked, "I can think of something I'd much rather have."
"Can you?" she asked, smiling.
"Mm-hm." he leaned down, capturing her lips in a slow kiss. He broke away after only a moment, "Hey, about your earlier offer-"
"Tristan, if you want to get any further in life, you won't finish that sentence."
"But I really would-" she cut him off by kissing him again. They were playing with fire, and both knew it. They were taking on Arthur Dugrey, who was not someone to be tampered with. But Tristan didn't seem to care, and all rational thought flew from her mind as he wrapped his arms around her waist and backed her into the closed door.
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He's soft to the touch
But afraid at the end he breaks
He's never enough
And still leaves more than I can take
Oh cause I don't know
I don't know what he's after
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Rory looked around the large house, feeling uncomfortable. She was at the Dugrey's mansion, for Tristan's coming home party. She couldn't figure out why she was invited, but by the looks of it, everyone in the Hartford socialite circle had been, meaning her grandparents, mother, father, and sadly, herself. She was sitting on an uncomfortable straight backed chair silently. She stood up after ten minuets of being ignored and walked around trying to find someone to talk to.
She bumped into someone, "Oh, I'm so sorry. I didn't'-" she stopped after realizing who it was.
"Rory, how...nice to see you." Mrs. Dugrey said, obviously surprised.
"Mrs. Dugrey." Rory nodded.
The stood in a tense silence for a moment, until Tristan's mother finally said, "Rory, I just want you to know, we did what we thought was best for Tristan."
"I'm sorry, I don't know what you're talking about."
"Not letting him talk to you. I've heard about what happened at school today, and I'm sure it was hard for you to come here today."
"Right." Rory nodded.
"It's just- look, it's not that we don't like you. We just think it would be best for Tristan if you two took a break."
Rory looked down momentarily and then looked back up, "Mrs. Dugrey, not to be rude, but Tristan was my best friend, and he means a lot to me, so I'm going to tell you what he can't. The reason Tristan did what he did, was because the only person he thought loved him had just died. He doesn't know that you and your husband love him. He thinks you don't care about him. I've tried telling him that you do, but he won't listen. It doesn't matter to him anymore. Cecilia," she said, not feeling any respect for the woman, "Your son is suffocating because of the shell you put him in yourself, and I've tried, but I can't save him. He's tired, and the person that you used to know doesn't exist anymore. You may complain that he's just a teenager going through a phase, but he's not. He's dying and he's changing so much, that he's become a completely different person. And no offense, but, your son has gotten to the point where, he doesn't even care if you love him. It doesn't matter, and you did that yourself. I'm not going to go against your wishes. I won't talk to Tristan at school and I won't be friends with him. But you seriously need to do something, or you'll lose him forever." she looked in indifference as the woman's face changed, "That's the way it is. I'm sorry." she added as an afterthought at Cecilia Dugrey's crushed face. "I have to go." she walked away, leaving the woman to regain her composure.
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But he's so beautiful
Such a beautiful disaster
And if I could hold on
Through the tears and the laughter
Would it be beautiful?
Or just a beautiful disaster
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Rory walked to the second story of the house, very few people were up here. She smiled upon hearing music from Tristan's room. Her fist raised to knock on the door, but before it could make contact with the wood, the door opened, revealing a smiling Tristan. "Hey." he kissed her lightly.
She smiled, "Hey." he opened the door wider and led her in. She looked around, before turning to him. He held her hand and pulled her close, kissing her temple lightly. She closed her eyes and inhaled his scent, her head resting on his shoulder. "I didn't know it was like this." she whispered.
"Like what?"
"Your life, all these parties and..." she trailed off, "Nothingness, almost."
He nodded, "Not many people do."
She looked up at him, "Well, I mean- I knew it was like this, but I didn't know it was just so-"
"Shh." he cut her off, "I know."
"I'm sorry." she laid her head back on his shoulder and wrapped her arms around his waist, under his tux jacket.
"Don't be," he touched her face gently, leaning in, right before their lips met, he whispered, "If I didn't live this kind of life, I never would have clung to you like I did." and he closed the remaining space between their lips, and all she could do was think to herself. She couldn't save him from his cold world by herself, and she couldn't decide if she was doing the right think by getting attached to him. He was either the best thing that could happen to her, or this was a mistake. He could either be her angel, or a disaster. She just couldn't figure out which one it was.
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He's beautiful
Such a beautiful disaster
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A/N: So, I finally updated after more than three months. Review and tell me if I should continue. If not many people review this chapter, I'm not going to keep writing it because not that many people have reviewed so, yeah, tell me if you think it still has potential or if it's just dead.