Disclaimer: Take it, take it all. I don't have much.
Author's Note: Umm, I know my writing hasn't been up to par. There have been many factors contributing to that. All I can say is I am sorry and I promise I'll try to make my writing at least somewhat resemble that of what was in 'Just Roommates.' And thank you for the reviews, by the way. Also, seriously last thing: you may think some characters might be occ, but I don't really know.
"Come on we're going to be late!" Tristan called throughout the house. He was in Stars Hollow waiting for Rory and Lorelai to finish getting ready.
"No!" Lorelai whined from her upstairs bedroom, as she was putting the final touches on her outfit.
Rory had already been ready for a few minutes. She piped up, "He's right."
"What?" Her mom quickly appeared at the top of the stairs. "Since when are you siding with Bible Boy?"
"Uhh, since I decided to marry him." Rory rolled her eyes.
"Oh, now that's an excuse." Lorelai rolled her eyes.
"Oh yeah, I know." The younger one nodded, fairly confidently.
Tristan, who had been observing the scene, checked his watch. "Enough talking about me, even though you know I am always the topic of conversation." He ginned and buffed his nails against his sport coat. "But we really do need to get moving."
Rory rolled her eyes. "Oh, and that ego rears it's ugly head."
"You know it."
The playful banter kept up during the car rife to the Gilmore mansion. Unfortunately, it all ceased when the humongous house came into view. They quieted down and got serious, because of the amount of cars parked in the surrounding area.
"Lorelai, must you always be late?" Emily pounced on the three when they were being helped by a maid to take off their coats. "The guests are waiting."
Lorelai responded. "Maybe it's genetics?"
"Nonsense, let's get going."
After the guests of honor were announced, they were forced to go their separate ways in the house. In one room, Rory was trying to make conversation with a few of her grandmothers friends from the DAR. In another room, Tristan was being his charming self, but never outright flirting with the women who were in attendance. However, he never failed to mention Rory had his heart and soul. Lorelai saw this action and smiled. He truly was in love. Not that she ever had a doubt.
But Rory did that day, for the first time. She was passing by the den and saw a sight that almost sickened her. She shouldn't be angry, she knew. But she was.
Tristan was in the middle of a group of women, grinning. The girls were all drinking wine or something to that effect. That didn't bother her, no. The fact that they were very touchy feely, while on their way to getting drunk, wasn't too acceptable, but she accepted it. However, the fact that Tristan was responding back like he was, was not okay. It was definitely not okay. And her mom was standing there right beside him!
"Ugh," Rory yelled out in disgust when she had left the scene a minute or two later. Somewhere in the back of her head, a tiny voice was saying don't jump to conclusions, but does anyone ever listen to that voice? No. She stomped her foot and turned on her heel to go towards her grandmother, where she was being called.
Tristan knew something was up when they were opening up the gifts everyone had brought. It was mostly money, but there were tons of gifts, too. Rory's actions seemed forced, and even her smile wasn't that genuine. To a stranger, it would appear to be the most dazzling smile they had ever seen, but to Tristan and Lorelai, it wasn't.
"What's wrong, hun?" Tristan asked once they were done with the gifts. Everyone had turned back to their previous conversations about business, and were eating. "Are you feeling okay?"
"Okay? No, I'm not okay." Rory stated and turned her head towards her mother across the room. "Now I got to go talk to my mom, okay?"
Jake had witnessed the exchange between the couple. "What was that all about?" He asked, putting a hand on Tristan's shoulder.
"I don't know, man, I don't know."
When the guests were starting to leave, Tristan finally cornered Rory. "Okay, what is wrong? And if you say you're okay, I know you're lying." He put his arms on both sides of Rory so she couldn't get out.
It oddly reminded her of Chilton. Chilton. The place that started the whole attraction in the first place. The place where they had met. The place where the play was supposed to take place. The place where everything started. "I thought you were different."
"I am." Tristan answered, confused.
"No, why were you flirting with those girls?"
"What girls?"
"You know, the girls."
"Ror, there were lots of girls here tonight." Tristan defended, more confused than ever. "What are you talking about? The real reason?"
Rory looked around, trying to find an escape. "You always seem flirty with girls? I don't know if it's me being jealous or you just being you, and I've never noticed it."
"Aww, you're jealous." Tristan placed his hands over his heart, unlocking Rory from the temporary cell. "Seriously, all I did was talk, today."
She seemed to accept that answer, and get over it. Keywords being, 'seemed to.' It was common; she did get a little bit jealous, only because she knew how much he had changed. She was started to get confused, as am I, do she decided to stop confusing herself even more. (A/N: Sorry about that, I just typed, and I don't feel like deleting. Last time, I swear.)
"So, is it all good?" Jake asked, after everyone was getting ready to leave. When Tristan nodded, he continued. "Hey, you want to have a guys night? Sort of like the old days, in military school."
Tristan shrugged. He didn't have any plans anyway. "Sure, why not? Girls have them all the time." He paused. "Except this time, we won't have guys with guns watching our every move." He smiled, remembering the guards that guarded the buildings on the campus of the prestigious school.
After saying goodbye to Rory, which still confused him and worried him a bit, Tristan left with Jake to hang out and chill, like they used to do in college, before Rory and him started dating.
"So man, you're going to be married soon. Everything is planned, are you ready?" Jake asked, running a hand through his hair. It must have been a bad habit he picked up from Tristan. Tristan still ran his hand over his head in military school, even when he got a buzz but.
There was a long silence. Tristan was fully attentive, and aware of the question, but he couldn't answer. Maybe it was just cold feet, or maybe it was the 'problem' that Rory seemed to have that night. It could have been a million things, but Tristan DuGrey was sure of one thing: He might not be ready.
"Tristan?" Jake asked, unaware of the inner battle Tristan was going through at the moment. "Are you okay, man?"
Tristan nodded ever so slowly. He checked his watch. It was nearing midnight; he wasn't surprised, the time had passed quickly that evening, due to the fact of the party. He wasn't tired, though. He was still dressed in his jacket and tie. The tie was starting to bother him; he was surprised that it was still in the original knot. He thought for sure by now the noose would be loose around his neck. But it wasn't. This small detail, something that would have been overlooked by any other person and any other time bothered him.
He didn't know what he was dong anymore. He was going through the motions, nodding and smiling, even commenting when he was prompted to. Half the time he didn't know what he was saying, or doing. Except for when it came to one thing: Rory. He always knew what he was doing with her.
Her. It always came back to her. But he couldn't see her right now. Because right now, she reminded him of everything that he left when he was a teenager. She reminded him of the Hartford family that he still had but despised. She reminded him of the time that he purposely got into trouble.
The time he purposely got into trouble for her attention resulted in Military school.
"Jake," he whispered. "I've got to go, I'll be back, don't worry, just don't call for a few days, okay buddy?"
With that, Tristan DuGrey walked out of the hotel room, and away from everything he knew.
Author's Note: Umm, I know my writing hasn't been up to par. There have been many factors contributing to that. All I can say is I am sorry and I promise I'll try to make my writing at least somewhat resemble that of what was in 'Just Roommates.' And thank you for the reviews, by the way. Also, seriously last thing: you may think some characters might be occ, but I don't really know.
"Come on we're going to be late!" Tristan called throughout the house. He was in Stars Hollow waiting for Rory and Lorelai to finish getting ready.
"No!" Lorelai whined from her upstairs bedroom, as she was putting the final touches on her outfit.
Rory had already been ready for a few minutes. She piped up, "He's right."
"What?" Her mom quickly appeared at the top of the stairs. "Since when are you siding with Bible Boy?"
"Uhh, since I decided to marry him." Rory rolled her eyes.
"Oh, now that's an excuse." Lorelai rolled her eyes.
"Oh yeah, I know." The younger one nodded, fairly confidently.
Tristan, who had been observing the scene, checked his watch. "Enough talking about me, even though you know I am always the topic of conversation." He ginned and buffed his nails against his sport coat. "But we really do need to get moving."
Rory rolled her eyes. "Oh, and that ego rears it's ugly head."
"You know it."
The playful banter kept up during the car rife to the Gilmore mansion. Unfortunately, it all ceased when the humongous house came into view. They quieted down and got serious, because of the amount of cars parked in the surrounding area.
"Lorelai, must you always be late?" Emily pounced on the three when they were being helped by a maid to take off their coats. "The guests are waiting."
Lorelai responded. "Maybe it's genetics?"
"Nonsense, let's get going."
After the guests of honor were announced, they were forced to go their separate ways in the house. In one room, Rory was trying to make conversation with a few of her grandmothers friends from the DAR. In another room, Tristan was being his charming self, but never outright flirting with the women who were in attendance. However, he never failed to mention Rory had his heart and soul. Lorelai saw this action and smiled. He truly was in love. Not that she ever had a doubt.
But Rory did that day, for the first time. She was passing by the den and saw a sight that almost sickened her. She shouldn't be angry, she knew. But she was.
Tristan was in the middle of a group of women, grinning. The girls were all drinking wine or something to that effect. That didn't bother her, no. The fact that they were very touchy feely, while on their way to getting drunk, wasn't too acceptable, but she accepted it. However, the fact that Tristan was responding back like he was, was not okay. It was definitely not okay. And her mom was standing there right beside him!
"Ugh," Rory yelled out in disgust when she had left the scene a minute or two later. Somewhere in the back of her head, a tiny voice was saying don't jump to conclusions, but does anyone ever listen to that voice? No. She stomped her foot and turned on her heel to go towards her grandmother, where she was being called.
Tristan knew something was up when they were opening up the gifts everyone had brought. It was mostly money, but there were tons of gifts, too. Rory's actions seemed forced, and even her smile wasn't that genuine. To a stranger, it would appear to be the most dazzling smile they had ever seen, but to Tristan and Lorelai, it wasn't.
"What's wrong, hun?" Tristan asked once they were done with the gifts. Everyone had turned back to their previous conversations about business, and were eating. "Are you feeling okay?"
"Okay? No, I'm not okay." Rory stated and turned her head towards her mother across the room. "Now I got to go talk to my mom, okay?"
Jake had witnessed the exchange between the couple. "What was that all about?" He asked, putting a hand on Tristan's shoulder.
"I don't know, man, I don't know."
When the guests were starting to leave, Tristan finally cornered Rory. "Okay, what is wrong? And if you say you're okay, I know you're lying." He put his arms on both sides of Rory so she couldn't get out.
It oddly reminded her of Chilton. Chilton. The place that started the whole attraction in the first place. The place where they had met. The place where the play was supposed to take place. The place where everything started. "I thought you were different."
"I am." Tristan answered, confused.
"No, why were you flirting with those girls?"
"What girls?"
"You know, the girls."
"Ror, there were lots of girls here tonight." Tristan defended, more confused than ever. "What are you talking about? The real reason?"
Rory looked around, trying to find an escape. "You always seem flirty with girls? I don't know if it's me being jealous or you just being you, and I've never noticed it."
"Aww, you're jealous." Tristan placed his hands over his heart, unlocking Rory from the temporary cell. "Seriously, all I did was talk, today."
She seemed to accept that answer, and get over it. Keywords being, 'seemed to.' It was common; she did get a little bit jealous, only because she knew how much he had changed. She was started to get confused, as am I, do she decided to stop confusing herself even more. (A/N: Sorry about that, I just typed, and I don't feel like deleting. Last time, I swear.)
"So, is it all good?" Jake asked, after everyone was getting ready to leave. When Tristan nodded, he continued. "Hey, you want to have a guys night? Sort of like the old days, in military school."
Tristan shrugged. He didn't have any plans anyway. "Sure, why not? Girls have them all the time." He paused. "Except this time, we won't have guys with guns watching our every move." He smiled, remembering the guards that guarded the buildings on the campus of the prestigious school.
After saying goodbye to Rory, which still confused him and worried him a bit, Tristan left with Jake to hang out and chill, like they used to do in college, before Rory and him started dating.
"So man, you're going to be married soon. Everything is planned, are you ready?" Jake asked, running a hand through his hair. It must have been a bad habit he picked up from Tristan. Tristan still ran his hand over his head in military school, even when he got a buzz but.
There was a long silence. Tristan was fully attentive, and aware of the question, but he couldn't answer. Maybe it was just cold feet, or maybe it was the 'problem' that Rory seemed to have that night. It could have been a million things, but Tristan DuGrey was sure of one thing: He might not be ready.
"Tristan?" Jake asked, unaware of the inner battle Tristan was going through at the moment. "Are you okay, man?"
Tristan nodded ever so slowly. He checked his watch. It was nearing midnight; he wasn't surprised, the time had passed quickly that evening, due to the fact of the party. He wasn't tired, though. He was still dressed in his jacket and tie. The tie was starting to bother him; he was surprised that it was still in the original knot. He thought for sure by now the noose would be loose around his neck. But it wasn't. This small detail, something that would have been overlooked by any other person and any other time bothered him.
He didn't know what he was dong anymore. He was going through the motions, nodding and smiling, even commenting when he was prompted to. Half the time he didn't know what he was saying, or doing. Except for when it came to one thing: Rory. He always knew what he was doing with her.
Her. It always came back to her. But he couldn't see her right now. Because right now, she reminded him of everything that he left when he was a teenager. She reminded him of the Hartford family that he still had but despised. She reminded him of the time that he purposely got into trouble.
The time he purposely got into trouble for her attention resulted in Military school.
"Jake," he whispered. "I've got to go, I'll be back, don't worry, just don't call for a few days, okay buddy?"
With that, Tristan DuGrey walked out of the hotel room, and away from everything he knew.