Title: How to Deal
Influence: The song How to Deal by Frankie J.
Author: ObsessiveGilmore
Summary: A short one-shot based on the song How to Deal by Frankie J.
A/N: I was bored at my summer job so I thought up this fic. There's not really much you need to know, it's all in the story, but if you do have any questions, put them in your review or something (yes, reviews are wanted, but you don't have to if you don't want to.)Well, on with the story! Read, Review, and Enjoy!
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Rory Gilmore sat on her bed as she watched the man that she came to love since high school walk out of her life. After they met again in New York City and fell in love, she thought that they would be together forever, but she was obviously wrong. She heard the door close and a car start, and then she broke down into tears. She knew that would be the last time she saw him…
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As Tristan shut the door behind him, he felt tears welling up in his eyes. He really did love her, but he had to do this. Rory had to stay in Connecticut with the rest of her family while he moved over 800 miles to Indianapolis. He had to do this for his career. There was no way he could win in a situation like this. He knew he would regret leaving Rory, who had been the love of his life since 10th grade, but if he had stayed he would have missed out on a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity that would be the most important thing he could do in his job. By the time he had pulled onto the expressway, tears were freely streaming down his face, staining his cheeks as they made their way to drip off of his chin. He was so frustrated, trying to figure out whether or not he had made the right choice by leaving everything he had come to know and love from his past for something that could turn out to be a big mistake, but in the end, he knew he had to do this. It was now starting to pour down rain. Tristan couldn't see the road ahead of him through the combination of tears and rain. He had to get off the road. He pulled onto the next exit ramp and parked in an empty parking lot. He laid his head on the steering wheel and continued to let the tears flow. He couldn't handle all of this. It was now almost 1:00 in the morning and Tristan was exhausted after the day he had.
"Lord, how am I supposed to deal with this?" These were the last words he whispered to himself before sleep overtook his body as he laid there in the deserted parking lot of the church.
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A/N: Ok, that's my story. What did you think? Review please! They are always appreciated. Oh yeah, and one more thing. I'm still looking for someone to take over my story, Who Would've Thought, so if you are interested, email me or send me an instant message on AIM(bgsmartygrl45) or Yahoo IM(megymo45).
-Meg