A/N: Thanks you guys for all the reviews. There was this one review from... "jalna" and I just want to say that I didn't understand anything you said. Sorry. Try again when you read the rest of this chapter. I swiched the name because... well, it'll make sense in the next few chapters. Don't kill me for the delay! I was gone for the whole week, then I came back sick, so I didn't feel like writing.

Takes Place: um... season 1-season 2 well, I guess, junior year.

Summary: look at chapter 1.

Disclaimer: Um... I'm greedy, but I don't always get my way.

Chapter 7. I Just Want to Be Loved

She scrunched her eyebrows, closing her eyes, thinking about the events that had happened with her and Ron.

Tristan watched her thoroughly, as she started to shake slightly. He saw her eyelids bulge and move fast. She was there. She was reliving it. And he could tell.

Rory: "I-I don't know where to start." Her eyes were still closed, trying to put it all into place.

Tristan: "Just start from the beginning."

She took a deep breath.

Rory: "After a week of Madeline's party, I—I" She took a deep breath again. "started to want somebody again. Dean had made his decision pretty clear. I don't know. I just missed somebody to talk to... about things." She opened her eyes and watched her hands fidget on her lap. "I met him. He was the gentleman... back then." Tears dripped from her eyes. "Then, maybe a month and a half into it, he started to slap me," she shook her head, trying to think, "and about the stupidest things too, like not doing his laundry, or—or checking his homework for mistakes. I mean, sometimes, he would be really sweet, don't get me wrong. Putting white tulips in my locker. Writing a little note and slipping it into one of my books that he would hold. But late—lately he," she started to breath loudly, in and out. "When I got home after I talked to you, I—I was late, a—and I couldn't sto—stop him. He just kept hitting me..." the rest were muffled as she buried her head in Tristan's shoulder-bone, sobbing wet tears out on him.

After a few minutes trying to calm her down, Tristan felt her quiet up. She lifted her head off his body and looked at him, blue on blue.

Tristan, getting up from their spot on the couch: "Do you want your hot chocolate now?"

Rory: nodded, "Sure." She pursed her lips and looked back to her lap.

Tristan left and was back in a short time to see her in the exact position.

Rory: "I'm sorry about your shirt." She had said it very quietly; Tristan had to strain to hear it.

Tristan: "No, no, it can be washed." He gave her a soft smile, and then gave her his hand. "Do you want to sleep here? I mean, the rain is really going at it, so, you're probably-"

Rory: "Yeah, I'll stay."

Tristan smiled and helped her off the couch. He started to walk to another room and up the stairs. Rory followed.

Tristan: "Here's the guest room, it's the best one in the house."

Rory didn't even realize they were even at the top of the stairs yet. He opened the door and the couple (of people) stepped in. Rory's eyes darted around it, taking in all its beauty. But then, she just sat on the corner, looking down at her lap. Tristan sat down next to her and took her hands in his.

Tristan: "What's wrong, do you not like it?"

Rory looked up to him with pleading eyes. She closed her eyes and leaned in. She kissed him, right on the lips. You could say Tristan was doing somersaults right now. When he responded with the kiss, they both deepened it.

Rory started to fumble with one of his shirt buttons.

Tristan: "Rory, what you doing?" he had pulled away completely, but still sat beside her.

Rory, looking down: "I just want to feel loved again, Tristan." She looked back up into his eyes. "Is that so wrong?"

Tristan shook his head: "No," he whispered it.

He pulled her shirt over her head.

A/N: I'm not rushing it, I promise! Don't kill me. I know you all are thinking I am rushing it between them, but that's not true. Ok, things are going to make sense later, when you read the whole story. I know what I'm doing. I know what I'm doing so much right now, that I am already thinking what I can put in the sequal, once this story is finished. I know exactly how this story is going to go, so read on, please, and review, or I won't get the next chapter even up.

Paige