Hello, again. I'm back from Europe and my 16th birthday was two weeks ago. Thanks to all my readers for being so understanding. My brother's 14 birthday was on September 5th, so that was pretty hard. We had a memorial service for him and had a fundraiser for Make a Wish. Well, onto different subjects. I'm a junior this year and I am taking three AP classes, so I have been a little busy with homework. I'm also on the Newspaper so thats more work and I apoligize for lack of updating with my stories.
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I woke up and looked around. I had fallen asleep next to my mom in the living room. Junk food lay all around as I remembered my wallowing session from the night before. I had been trying to figure out all night why I cried and had finally figured out that, a) I was actually relieved that Dean and I had broken up, which made me feel guilty, and b) Tristan had always seemed off-limits to me because of his player status and the evoked feelings I wasn't ready to have yet. I wasn't suppose to get butterflies in my stomach from kissing Tristan because I was terrified that he would leave me as soon as he officailly got me. But I now knew that I definatly had feelings for him. The kiss made me feel things that I had never felt with Dean. I heard a faint knock on the door. I opened it to find a very shocking sight.
"Tristan?" I asked.
"Hi, do you think we can talk for a minute?"
"Sure." I said and walked to the porch swing where I signaled for him to sit down.
"Look, Rory, before you say anything, let me explain. I really would like to stay friends with you, even if you aren't ready for a relationship. I'm sorry I freaked you out last night, it's just I kind ofhave really liked you for a while now, even though I know I had a funny way of showing it."
"Tristan, shut up." I said and kissed him. I pulled away.
"So, you like me?" Tristan asked a playful smirk on his face. "You really, really like me?"
"Don't get so confident, at least not yet."
"Trust me....I won't."
I tried to ignore the memory as I unloaded another box into my new apartment. I had accomplished everything that I had planned to, even though I knew it would have been impossible without the help of Luke and my mom. They always took care of Rebecca whenever I needed to study and they stayed in California to help me with her. After a year at UCLA, I transferred to Yale, so we could move back home to Stars Hollow. Her and Luke got married two weeks after our return at the dragonfly inn. Everyone in Stars Hollow showed up. It felt great to be back. But now, I had moved to New York City to start for the New York Times. Mom had bought me an upstate apartment. She said New York City was too dangerous of a place to have her grandaughter in and insisted we live in a nicer area.
"Mommy, where should I put this box?" Rebecca said, holding up a box marked stuffed animals.
"Your room."
"Right, and which one is that again?"
"The one at the end of the hall right across from my room."
"Okay, I got it." She said and waddled her way to her room carrying her large box of stuffed animals. She soon returned.
"When do I start school?" She asked.
"In two days." I replied.
"And you promise I'm going to like preschool?" She asked in a doubtful voice.
"Yes, for a smart as you are, your going to love it."
"Okay, but if I don't, I'm going to be very upset with you."
"Okay, sweetie, why don't you arrange your room the way you want it while I go grab some more boxes."
"Kay." she said and ran off. I went into the hallway to grab more boxes when I heard the elevator doors open. I looked up to see who my new nieghbor would be and froze before running back into my apartment and locking the door. I leaned against the door and sighed. It couldn't be him. Not after all these years.
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This chapter was a bit of a filler chapter, Please review and tell me what you think.