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Tristan
Friday, 11:42 p.m.
He came home and saw his answering machine had picked up new messages.
"Maybe there will be one from Rory" he thought. He sighed. "Why do you torture yourself like this DuGray?" You saw her. You saw her kissing bagboy. She's probably making out with him right this second."
His heart felt like it was being stabbed at the thought. He shook his head.
"Since when did you become so emotional? You're acting like a girl. Remember when girls used to mean nothing to you? What the hell happened?"
He ran his hands through his hair, as he came to the realization.
"Rory happened...and she's not just any girl.."
You have two new messages.
Tristan man. This is Scott. Dude, you just totally bailed on us after that song. What the hell happened? Does it have something to do with that Mary chick? Man, I'm at the after party. You are missing it. There's so many hot chicks here. A lot of them are looking for you. It's so awesome...I'm telling you were are on our way to getting signed! Come over here already!
Beep
Hey hotness. This is Karen. It was nice seeing you at the café. I hope we see each other more. Call me.
Beep
You have no new messages.
He stared at the phone disheartened.
"I'm not going to sit here and wait for her to call like some pathetic loser. I'm going to that after party."
Rory
Friday, 10:50 p.m. (About an hour earlier)
"When I said I love you, I meant it. Please believe me. But it just hasn't been the same anymore. We've been drifting apart...even before Tristan came. Don't tell me you didn't feel it too."
He signed. His brown eyes staring back at me. He looked sad, dejected. He nodded. "I felt it too. I just didn't want to lose you. I thought maybe things would get better. I guess I was wrong and now things have to end like this."
"I'm sorry."
I looked at him, knowing there was nothing I could say that would make things any better.
"I guess it's time we go our separate ways now."
"I know this sounds cliche, but do you think we can still be friends?"
"I don't know, Rory. It would hurt too much. I think space would be best. I couldn't bear to see you with him and part of me can't bear to talk to you now. Goodbye Rory."
"Bye Dean"
And then he walked away.
"Oh Rory, what happened?"
I just got home and I probably looked like crap. My eyes were red and wet. I just spent the last fifteen minutes crying.
"He saw us."
"Who did?"
"Dean."
"Oh."
"I'm such a bad person."
"Rory.."
"No! I am! He was a nice guy and he loved me."
"Rory..."
"And Tristan. Oh God. I don't know what to do."
"It's okay, babe. Everything's going to work out."
"No...it's not...Things aren't going to magically become better...I have to find him.."
"Dean?"
"No. Tristan."
"Rory, I don't think you should go out right now..It's late..you're upset.."
"I'm fine, mom. I need to do this."
"Okay, take the jeep."
"Answer your phone..." I've been calling and calling and I keep getting his stupid machine. He's not home...Where could he be?
So now I'm stuck here, parked on the side of the road, with nowhere to go.
Visions of him making out with Karen passing through my head...
"No, get a hold of yourself, Rory. He wouldn't do that. But he thought you were kissing Dean.."
"Where the hell could he be! " I let out a scream of frustration. "Think, Rory, think."
I dialed 411.
"Operator, could you get me the number to The Pergola, please?"
"451-4252. Thank you."
I dialed the number.
"Hi. This is Carol from the Pergola."
"Hi. I was wondering if any of the band members from the...preppy rich boys were still there."
"Oh no, there at the after party by now."
"By any chance, do you know where the after party is?"
"Oh, it's right down the street at that one band member's house? What was his name...Scott...yeah..He was hitting on me, inviting me to go there...but I have work..Gosh, work can be such a hassle sometimes..."
"Uh..Okay, I have to go...but thank you soo much for your help."
I guess this is the house, it has to be. There were a whole bunch of cars down the street, loud music, people roaming around, drunk.
Tristan better be here.
I walked around.
"Hey pretty lady. How u doin'?"
I turned to look. Oh God. This guy was really drunk. He started to put his arms around me.
"I'm fine. Now can you please take your hands off me. I didn't come here to get hit on by some drunk guy."
"Why did you come here then?"
"I'm looking for someone."
"Who?"
"Tristan DuGray."
"Oh! Tristan! He's the man! All these chicks are all over him!"
"Where is he?"
"Oh, he's over there..in the living room...Tristan...what a stud."
I saw his blonde hair sticking out in the crowd. I come closer...
Oh God.
There surrounded by a group of girls and his arm around one in particular, a redhead..Karen.
This was a mistake.
"Tristan, man! This hot chick right here is looking for you!"
I turned away and ran.
Tristan POV
"Rory?"
I quickly took my arm off Karen and ran after her, weaving through the sea of girls.
"Tristan dear, where are you going?" I could hear Karen shouting after me.
"Rory!" She was running pretty fast but I caught up to her and grabbed her arm.
"Rory, stop."
She stopped but she wouldn't face me.
"What are you doing here? Where's Dean?"
"Dean and I broke up.I shouldn't be here. It was a mistake to go."
"No. It's not a mistake. Rory, those girls.."
"You don't need to explain."
"I want to..those girls...nothing happened..I swear.."
"What about Karen?"
"What about Karen?"
"You guys seemed all close.."
"Rory, nothing happened. Believe me." I came up closer to her and turned her around to face me.
"Look at me. Rory. I should've told you this a long time ago. I love you, Rory. There's no one else that even comes close."
She looked up her wet blue eyes, staring back at mine.
"I love you, too."
I pulled her closer to me. Cupped my hand on her chin and kissed her lips. I never felt happier.