Yes, finally another update. Maybe it just seems like a while. I don't know how often I'll be able to update because school just started, and my classload is unbelievable. Hopefully I'll be able to write on the weekends, anyway. Thanks for all the reviews, they always put a smile on my face!
What to wear, what to wear? Hmm... a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. Nothing too fancy or anything. It's only Tristan. Yeah.
I come back out and he's watching some sports commentary. God, what is WITH guys and sports?! "There is NO way I'm watching that. Fork over the remote."
"Ooh, bossy! I have to say, I like it." You would. Hmph. Let's see what's on... hmm... depressing lifetime movie; not with him here... news... not in the mood... game shows... god, is that another Britney Spears video? Can the girl put some clothes on?... Oh, yay! "The Emperor's New Groove! Have you ever seen it? It's awesome!"
"Can't say I have. Is this a Disney movie?"
"Yes, it is. Don't mock. Shh, this is a good part! (Rory talks along with the movie) 'I don't care if your family doesn't have... what was it again?' 'Food.' 'Well, you should of thought of that before you became PEASANTS!'"
Ooops. Maybe I should have kept that in; now he's laughing at me. "Seen this movie a few times?"
"Oh, shut up! Yes, I have; it's one of my favorite Disney movies."
The doorbell rings. Yes! Pizza! I'm soo hungry. My stomach was threatening to make a large EMBARRASSING rumbling sound if it didn't come soon.
"Hey, Bob."
"Hey, Rory. That'll be $17.57."
"'Kay. Keep the change."
"Thanks, have a nice night."
"You too."
Mmmm... smells sooo good. I carry it into the living room and then remember drinks. Oh, yeah! Mom got some soda the other day at Doose's... now where is it? Not in the fridge. Why would it be there? Hmm... of course, Mom's bedroom, for cheap late-night caffeine fixes if she can't get her coffee machine in there working. I grab two cups and ice and put them on the coffee table and head upstairs.
"Is this all I get to drink?" I roll my eyes.
"Yep. Conserve wisely!"
I get into my mom's bedroom and it's a mess, as usual. Aha! Success! I take four sodas down just in case and see Tristan scarfing down the pizza.
"Ahem! Hasn't military school taught you any manners?"
"Oh, um, sorry. It just smelled so good..." No way. He actually looks a little bashful. So cute. Wait. Hmph.
"Yeah, yeah." Mmm... at last, real food!
There's the phone, again. Probably just Mom, making sure Tristan wasn't trying anything... now where did I put that phone. No way. In the cradle. It's really a miracle it works most of the time... "Hello?"
"Rory?" No. I can't deal with this right now; I haven't even got my head around this whole situation yet.
"Look, I can't do this yet. Give me some space."
"Hey, if you want some of this pizza, you'd better get back here!" God, Tristan, can't you keep your big mouth shut?!
"Space. Sure. I'll give you all the space you need." No, no, no, no, no!
"Wait. It isn't--" Dialtone. Crap. God, all I need is a few days to wallow and sort out my feelings. Can't a guy respect that? No crying. Tristan is here. Breathe. In. Out. It's okay. Just don't think about it.