AN: I'm glad everyone enjoyed the last chapter so much. I thought it was a little rushed but there was only so much I could have done with them apart so yea. Hope you all enjoy this one just as much. Please review!
Recap:
Rory spun around quickly and bumped into a firm sculpted chest. She looked up to meet a pair of amazing blue eyes. She didn't even get out a hello before his lips descended onto hers but she was more than happy to reply.
"Hey" Tristan said when they finally broke apart.
"Hey" she whispered back before crushing her lips to his once again. The bell sounded snapping them back to reality and out of their own perfect world. Damn bells. Rory now truly believed they had a conspiracy against her. Tristan grabbed Rory's hand and they walked off to class.
As the rest of the day continued on both Rory and Tristan were in a state of pure bliss. They had a total of four classes together so both were pleased. He walked her to her sixth period class, one they sadly did not share, and reluctantly said goodbye.
It was finally Friday. The week had been wonderful. Tristan had come over everyday and they just enjoyed talking and getting to know every detail about the other. When their last class finally ended Rory expected to find Tristan waiting for her at her locker, but sadly he was absent from the spot. She spun the dial on her locker and opened it. Inside was yet another note. She quickly opened it.
My dearest Mary,
I'm sure you are wondering why I am not currently with you as you exchange your books. I, however, have a wonderful explanation. You see I had to rush off to plan our first official date. Now don't hurt yourself from smiling to widely at this. I will pick you up at 5 tonight. Until then, I must bid you adieu.
With all my heart,
Tristan
Rory was of course smiling widely and then blushing at the fact that he knew this. He just seemed to know her so well. She finished exchanging her books and hurried out to catch her bus.
Tristan had never felt this way before. He had never cared what any one person thought of him. Well that wasn't entirely true; he just didn't care on the same level, or for the same reasons. He had never showed such a romantic side before, never felt the need for all the passionate and loving things. He didn't know why he was so cold before. Maybe it was because he was brought up in such a cold place, by such cold people, was surrounded by cold people, and taught cold things. He was never supposed to show his emotions or passions, it was a sign of weakness according to his father. But, he couldn't blame everything on his parents; mainly his father was the one who he accused of this. His mother just stood back and let the "king" take charge. He couldn't just choose a scapegoat and go on with life. This was something that had actual meaning and importance to him. This had to be perfect. He sighed. Really, he could only blame himself. He just didn't know what to do around her, he was always afraid he would offend her in some way. She really wasn't as fragile as he led himself to believe, she was actually a fairly sturdy girl, stood up for herself. There wasn't one single answer for any of this, there were tens, and hundreds even thousands of thoughts running through his mind. However, most of it boiled down to him being afraid, scared, worried, apprehensive and afraid a few hundred more times. He was scared, scared that she would reject him once realization hit her. He was worried about his friends hitting on her if they found out that they were dating or some twisted version that they had heard after it had been passed through Chilton's gossip mill. Afraid she wouldn't believe him when he told her he only wanted her. Afraid she would never trust him because of his player ways. Afraid he wasn't good enough for her. Afraid she would realize that. Afraid that she would think that he would sleep with her and then dump her, that is if they even got that far. Afraid that they would break up and he would never be able to heal. Afraid to make her cry again. Afraid, he would loose the only girl he ever loved, loves, and will love. Afraid that he would break, himself. So this had to be perfect, nothing less would do.
When Rory reached her front door, she almost tripped over a bouquet of roses lying in front of it. She carefully picked up and opened up what seemed like the hundredth card that day.
Rory,
As much as I looked, I couldn't find anything to match your beauty, this is as close as I got. I will never stop loving you as long as the last rose lives.
You hold my heart,
Tristan
A silent tear of joy ran down Rory's cheek. She couldn't help it, this was just so sweet. Everything he had done since he returned had been so romantic and sweet. She opened the door and headed to her room so she could finish her homework before Tristan arrived. As she entered her room she saw a fairly large, white box on her bed, and of course, another card. On the envelope of the card it read:
I know it must seem like you have opened a hundred white envelopes but here is one more.
She opened the card and smiled.
Tristan Dugray
Requests your presence
At five o'clock this evening
For the first official date of your relationship
Attire is formal (see box)
No need to R.S.V.P
(He knows the answer)
Rory then proceeded to open the box. Her breath caught in her throat as she pulled out the dress. It was a white, strapless floor length gown, with beaded floral designs scattered about. Around the top, it was folded over revealing a strip of black silk. It was gorgeous. Rory laid it out on her bed and tried to get to work. It was very hard to concentrate and soon it was four and she had to start getting ready. She quickly showered and towel dried her hair. She scrunched it so it would be in loose waves. She slid into the gown and slipped a robe over it so she wouldn't get anything on it when she did her makeup.
At around four Tristan hopped into the shower after finally returning home. He put on his tux and left to go get Rory. As he was heading up to the door he hoped he was late enough.
Rory was just grabbing her purse and leaving a note for her mom when the doorbell rang. She glanced at the clock on the way to the door and it read 5:15, wow he new her well. She opened the door smiling as she took in his appearance.
When Tristan saw the beauty that was Rory he couldn't speak for a moment. She looked breathtakingly beautiful. "Hey, I hope I'm late enough."
"Yes, perfect timing Mr. Dugray."
"Thank you." He said smirking but it turned to a very sincere look as he spoke again "You look phenomenal, absolutely beautiful."
Rory couldn't help but blush and then tried to smirk as she said "you clean up quite well yourself." It turned into a genuine smile.
Tristan held his arm out and Rory gladly accepted. She linked her arm through his as he led her down the porch. Waiting for them was a black limo.
"Oh, Tristan, you didn't have to."
"Yes, I did. Tonight must be perfect."
"Then all you had to do was show up." Tristan actually blushed at this, which unfortunately for him, did not go unnoticed by Rory. "So you can blush! I got to you! Ha!" Rory said jokingly.
"Honey, you are already under my skin." he replied as they slid into the limo.
"So where are we going?"
"The information is confidential"
"Oh come on."
"If I told you I would have to kill you," he smirked "and then all my planning would go to waste."
"But if I'm going to find out eventually then why would you have to kill me if I found out just a little bit sooner?"
Tristan, of course, had a response for this "because, you see, you have to find out at precisely the right moment. If you knew now, then when we reached our destination, then you wouldn't be as shocked and it might not have the same affect. And plus, this way, you'll be all huffy because I'm not telling you, but when we arrive, it will all be forgotten." He added the last part smugly.
"Humph" was all Rory had to say.
He put his arm around her and pulled her close. "You'll find out soon enough, and it will be worth it. I promise."
She turned to face him and he took the opportunity to kiss her softly. The car came to a stop and before Tristan lead Rory out of the car he pulled out a blindfold.
"I'm sorry, but you are going to have to wear this."
"Why?" Rory asked dubiously
"You will understand soon, just please put it on."
"Why?" Rory whined like a four year old.
"Just trust me okay?" he gave her a quick kiss.
"Okay"
Tristan tied the blindfold over her eyes and took her hand.
"Okay, just follow my lead"
"Sir, yes, Sir!" Rory saluted, but lost her footing and tripped, only to be caught just in time by Tristan's strong arms. He couldn't help but chuckle. "And what exactly is so funny Mr.?"
"Nothing, nothing at all." He said, stifling a laugh. "Come on, this way."
"Considering I can't see, I don't know which way 'this way' is." Rory said logically.
He took her hand and led her to the spot he had set up that afternoon. He helped her sit down.
"Can I take the blindfold off now?"
"Just one second." He responded, lighting the last few candles.
"Now?" she asked after a minute
"Yes, now."
AN: I hope you all enjoyed, because I had a lot of fun writing this chapter. PLEASE REVIEW!
