Okay I've had this chapter on my computer for ages. I don't know why I didn't post, I think I wanted to change something and I don't remember what. I stopped writing this story when my computer died and I lost all of the chapters I had been working on (I write out of order). However a few of you kept replying to this story long after it had been abandoned. So I'm going to try t o write it, it's just gonna be hard because I don't really remember Tristian that well anymore (how sad is that). Oh and why Rory lives with her grandparents will be explained further on in the story.

Ch.9

She smiled at me as I watched her move around her room. "Must you watch me?"

I lean back into the desk chair and admire her leaning into her drawer, wrapped only in a towel, "Rory, I may be reformed, but I'm still a man."

"I think man is pushing it."

I grab my chest "Ouch"

She gives the appropriate laugh, "You know it's pretty rude to turn up at someone's door 15 minutes early."

"I thought it was rude to turn up late."

She looks like she's going to say something, but then stops, the smile she'd been wearing falls away "It works both ways."

I take a moment and wonder if I should ask her what she was going to say, but then I realize I'd better put off the third degree until we're on the beach and she's trapped, "Ah, but if I'd come on time I wouldn't be seeing you in your towel."

She turns back to face me, her arms full of clothing "My point exactly, I'm going to go get dressed."

"Need any help?" I ask with a raise of my eyebrow

"No I think I've got it covered, thank you for offering though."

"No problem, remember the offer always stands."

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The beach-

Spending time one on one with Rory was more amazing than I'd ever thought it would be. There was nothing I couldn't talk to her about, okay that's a lie I couldn't talk to her about sports.

"Hey wanna go into the city and get tickets to a Yankee game this week?"

She rolled her eyes

"Would you prefer the Mets?"

"I think I'd prefer having my eyes gouged out."

"Not a baseball fan?"

"Not an any type of sports fan."

"Yet you date a jock….Question, can Mike talk about anything besides from sports?"

She turned on her side and looked at me, "You know I have asked myself that very question many many times."

"You know," I say turning towards her "I think you just haven't been exposed to the right type of sports."

"What exactly would the right type of sports be?"

"You're used to hearing about sports or watching it on TV or let me guess what you do at Mike's games, read?"

She smiled "I keep one eye on my book and one eye where he is so I can put it down when he's going to see me."

I can't help but laugh with her "See that's not the way to experience sports, you need to be up in the nosebleed section downing hotdogs and beer with someone who can entertain you through the dull points and explain everything without getting annoyed."

"Ummm are you missing the fact that we're not 21?"

"Trust me I can get you an ID."

"So you want me to go with you into the city and get drunk?"

"Don't worry my sweet, little Mary I won't take advantage of you…Well that is unless you want me to."

"Definitely not."

"So what do you say? Will you come?"

She rolls her eyes, "What day?"

"Thursday, there's a late afternoon game."

"If we're going to be drinking we are taking the train right?"

"You know I'd never do anything to put you in danger."

"Was that a yes?"

I nod "That was a yes."

"Okay then fine."

With that she rolled back to her stomach and I leaned back onto my towel and sighed.

"Don't gloat" she said in an almost growl.

I smiled

"Or smile!"

My eyes squinted as I turned to look at her again, I shook my head and laughed. She laughed with me, once more the day was perfect.

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I talk Rory into a walk down by the water for the second time today. I'veyet to talk her into actually going into the water though, last time the water barely touched her toes as a wave came in and she ran all the way back to the beach. I dive in I needed to cool off after being so close to her all day. I run back out of the water and towards her.

"No" she exclaims and jumps back as I approach her.

"Jesus Mar, think I'm trying to throw you in the water?" I give a sly smile

"I certainly wouldn't put it past you."

I laugh as I watch her, her arms are wrapped around herself, trying to reclaim all the warmth she'd just lost by putting her foot in the water. "It's almost one, the water isn't going to get any warmer."

"It's June still who the hell goes to the beach in June."

"It's 90 degrees out Ror, come in the water."

"It's freezing" she whines

"So's that little bottle of ice water you keep spraying on yourself."

"It's a smaller dose."

"Please," I say walking backwards into the water holding out my hand.

"No," she shakes her head, but she walks forward a bit, I wave my hand a bit more and try to hide the fact that I'm shaking, "no, really it's freezing."

"It'll be warm in a minute. I swear."

She takes my hand and lets out a little cry as her feet hit the cold. "You lied."

"It hasn't been a minute. Come on walk further, we're never going to get warm with the water only up to our calves."

"It's freezing."

"Oh I don't know it's not so bad. Then again maybe you need a little body heat." I close in on her and wrap my arms around her.

She squirms free and laughs as she dives straight into the water.