A/N: Hello my lovely little peoples! I have a new chapter up (obviously) and this one has TRORY! Yay (I'm so exited)
SeveredLitKitten- I don't like Korn, but that's just me and I thought that it would be funny to have Rory hate it while Tristan loves it. I mean my brother is obsessed with Korn and most of what I listen to is Metal and Alternative but I don't know, I just do not like Korn. Sorry.
I don't own Shadows Fall, Linkin Park, Korn, or Disturbed and it sucks. If there really is a club called Dark Flame then I guess I don't own it but if there isn't then I guess I do.
On Friday Devin was sitting in the living room, flipping through channels when he heard the door bell ring. Chris and his girlfriend Alyson were in Cancun for the weekend and all hired help had gone home for the night. It rang again and he decided that he would rather ignore it than go through the trouble of getting up. Rory obviously wanted to pretend she hadn't heard it because a few seconds later he heard Shadows Fall blasting through the house.
The door bell kept ringing for the next five minuets and he finally got tired of listening to it, so he stood up and walked to the door slowly, hoping whoever it was would just go away. But it was still ringing when he got to the door and threw it open. "WHAT?" He screamed at the annoying person on the other side. When he saw who it was, "Oh, it's you," he said grudgingly.
Tristan smirked and Erin stepped into the house. "Oh, you look lovely."
"Is there something wrong with what I'm wearing?" he asked Tristan. His best friend was wearing baggy black pants covered in zipper-pockets and a Disturbed hoodie and Erin had on green slightly baggy Military pants and a black sleeveless shirt with a black jacket over it.
"Well, if you want to wear that to Dark Flame then be my guest."
"Who said anything about Dark Flame?"
"Us." Erin said, pointing to herself and Tristan, "We came to get you and Rory so that we could go to the club."
"Okay, one: Dark Flame isn't a club, it's a mosh pit of head-banging teenagers; two: What makes you think that we even want to go?"
"Dev, come on, it is almost 10:30 on Friday night and you two are sitting at home, that is just sad, now go get dressed, and I'll go get Rory."
"What makes you think that I want you, with all your hormones, going into my little sister's room?"
"Um, so I can tell her to get dressed."
"Erin could do that."
"Yes, but I think you'd rather have Erin in your room." He said, dodging the two hands that came forward to hit him and running up the stairs.
"I'm going to kill him one day." He told Erin.
"Not if I get to him first." She said, following Devin upstairs to his room.
RORY'S ROOM
Tristan walked until he reached the room the music was coming from. He knocked loudly and heard her voice, "Come in." He was amazed that she had been able to hear him knock over the music. As he pushed the door open he saw her shutting off her stereo, "What are you doing here?"
"I've come to rescue you from a boring Friday night of listening to music in your room."
"I would rather die of boredom than be rescued by you." He knew she was kidding, they had been having this kind of conversation everyday since she had gotten there.
"You know that's not true."
"Yes it is. I can live being bored on Friday, but I'm not sure that I can survive and evening of being around you."
"You know you love me."
"Not even close, and why are you so dressed up?"
"We're going to a teen club called Dark Flame, actually, it is more like a rave than a club." he said the last part more to himself than to her.
"Who's going?"
"You, me, Erin, and your lovely brother."
"Fine."
"Just like that?"
"Just like that."
"Okay." They stood there for a few minuets, his eyes wondering around her room.
"Well?"
"Well what?"
"I have to change."
"That's fine with me."
"You need to leave."
"I've seen what girls have and we both know that it's only a matter of time before I see you, so let's just get it over with, shall we?" He asked playfully.
"Eww. You know you don't have to flaunt the fact that your not a Virgin."
"You know Mary, I've been thinking, let's make it so you need a new nick name."
"You know Tristan," she said, leaning into him seductively, caught off guard, he stumbled back, over the threshold of her room, "I think that's a wonderful idea. But," she paused, her smoky eyes looking him up and down, "You will never see what I have." she said, slamming the door in his face and locking it, laughing loudly.
"Evil!" he called, through the door.
"You wish."
"You take away all my fun and then you laugh at me."
"If you could have seen the look on your face, you would have laughed at yourself."
"Lies!"
"Nope."
"I'm going to talk to nice people."
"You won't find any in this house."
"No, just not in that room."
"Later."
"Bye."
It was almost eleven when Rory came down the stairs where the other three were. And when he saw her, Tristan smiled widely. She was wearing red plaid flares, platform boots, and her shirt was made of a sweater-type material that belled out at the end of the sleeve and zipped from her elbow down.
"Ready?" asked Devin. Nobody really answered, but they walked out to Tristan's limo. When they got to Dark Flame, Tristan told the driver to come back around two and he slid an arm around Rory's waist, she tried to ignore the feeling that ran up her spine at the contact.
The security guard, seeing Tristan and Devin, waved them to the front of the line. "Hey Drew."
"Hey Dev, Tris, Erin. Who's this?" He asked upon seeing Rory.
"My little sister and Tristan's new love interest."
"I won't deny it." he said, looking her up and down.
She rolled her eyes and removed his arm from her waist, trying to ignore the part of her that was protesting the removal of his touch.
"Whatever, you guys can go on in."
"Thanks Drew."
"Anytime, Erin."
Rory's jaw dropped as she stepped in, the room was dark and the walls were mirrors. Speakers on the ceiling caused the room to pulse as the last beats of 'Voices' by Disturbed died out. There were strobe lights and black lights everywhere. The room was coated with fog. They sat at a table and put their stuff down. Erin pulled Devin to the dance floor, leaving Rory and Tristan alone. He took off his hoodie, revealing a Korn shirt that fit him perfectly. Her eyes were roaming his fit body. She could tell that he had a six-pack. He smirked, "Like what you see Mary?"
She shook her head, clearing it, "I hate Korn."
"I wasn't talking about the shirt."
"I know." But his jaw almost hit the floor as she took off what he had thought was her shirt. She pulled the sweater over her head, revealing a flat stomach and a black shirt with long sleeves, going all the way to her fingers, having thumb holes cut into them with rips down the sleeves. The shirt ended about five inches above her navel, which was pierced, the ring had a black jewel on the top and a fairy at the bottom.
They sat talking for a few minuets until 'Figure.09' by Linkin Park pulsed into the club. "I love this song!" Rory screamed over the music. Tristan held his hand out and she took it, following him into the crowd. Devin hadn't been exaggerating, it was a huge moshpit of people jumping and head-banging, only a few people were dancing. His hands found her hips and her hands were on his chest, finding it rock hard as they moved to the beat of the blaring music.
Nothing ever stops all these thoughts
And the pain attached to them
Sometimes I wonder why this is happening
It's like nothing I can do
Will distract me when
I think of how I shot myself in the back again
'Cause from the infinite words I could say
I put all the pain you gave me on display
But didn't realize
Instead of setting it free
I took what I hated and made it a part of me
[It never goes away]
And Now
You've become a part of me
You'll always be right here
You've become a part a of me
You'll always be my fear
I can't separate myself from what I've done
I've given up a part of me
I've let myself become you
Hearing your name
The memories come back again
I remember when it started happening
I'd see you in every thought I had and then
The thoughts slowly found words attached to them
And I knew as they escaped away I was committed myself to them
And every day I regret those things
'Cause now I see
That I took what I hated and made it a part of me
[It never goes away]
And now
You've become a part of me
You'll always be right here
You've become a part of me
You'll always be my fear
I can't separate myself from what I've done
I've given up a part of me
I've let myself become you
Get away from me
Gimme my space back
You gotta just go
Everything comes to memories of you
I've kept it in but now I'm letting you know
I've let you go
Get away from me
And now
You've become a part of me
You'll always be right here
You've become a part of me
You'll always be my fear
I can't separate myself from what I've done
I've given up a part of me
I've let myself become you
I've let myself become you
I've let myself become lost inside these thoughts of you
Giving up a part of me
I've let myself become you
A few hours later Devin came to find the pair and told them that it was almost two and they needed to go. That night Tristan and Erin stayed with Rory and Devin.
Rory woke up and she heard the wind howling outside. Slowly, she crept down the stairs and opened the front door, the wind bit at her bare legs and arms. She heard someone behind her say, "Do you always walk outside at four in the morning in November wearing shorts and a tank top?"
"Only when the wind is so fast. I don't know why, but I've always loved wind and rain, what about you, Tristan?"
He walked up beside her and shrugged, "I've always liked it too. More that the sun."
"Yeah, me too." He took off his hoodie and put it on her. "Thanks." She whispered, grateful for the warmth. They stood in a comfortable silence for a few minuets until she finally said, "Tristan?"
"Hmm?"
"Um, don't get mad at me for asking, but, uh, why are you a player?" He looked away from her and she said quickly, "You don't have to answer if you don't want to but I was just wondering, why you do, I mean, I think you would make a good long term boyfriend, do you just not want a relationship or what?"
He turned to face her, "It's a long story."
"I have time."
He sighed, "Well, you know how I live with my aunt and uncle?" she nodded, "Well I used to live with my parents. We lived here in Boston until fifth grade and then we moved to Connecticut. So from fifth to seventh grade I lived in Connecticut." He paused, looking at her, and continued, "You know how a lot of people in society marry for business or because their family forces them to?" she nodded again, "Well, my parents didn't. They were in love." She smiled, and he continued.
"I had always believed in love. I thought that I would find someone for me one day. My older cousin had a friend who was a player, and I thought it was wrong and disgusting to use girls like that. But in sixth grade my dad started to have a lot of business trips and he stayed at his office longer nights. My mom knew something was wrong but she didn't want to accept it." He looked at her and saw that she was hanging on his every word, biting her bottom lip absent mindedly. "I was in seventh grade when we figured out that he was cheating on my mom. He had been having an affair with his twenty five year old secretary since we moved there." Rory could see tears forming in his eyes.
"My mom went into depression and couldn't look at me. My dad stopped talking to me too. They couldn't get a divorce because, 'What would everyone think?', divorce wasn't even an option!" he said angrily, "After that, part of me died, and they thought that it would be best if I moved back here with my aunt and uncle." Tears were now running down his red wind whipped cheeks.
"So, I turned into the player I am now. I took what I hated and made it part of me, I didn't used to be like this. I wasn't always a player. I don't know if I believe in love anymore. And if I do I sure as hell don't trust it. Love fades. My dad had started to fall out of love with my mom. And I mean, if love really does exist then why did he do that to her? If love is real, then how the hell did it disappear do fast?!"
His face was covered with tears and they were still filling his eyes. He had never cried about it, she could tell, he had never shed one tear over his parent's shattered marriage. So she did the only thing she knew to do. She sat him down on the steps and wrapped her arms around his neck tightly, holding him to her. Tristan was caught off guard, but he wrapped his arms around her waist and cried into her shoulder. She rocked him gently and closed her eyes, breathing in his scent. "Shhh, it'll be okay." She whispered.
After fifteen minuets he looked up at her, his eyes swollen from crying more in the past few minuets than he had in his whole life. "Thanks Ror," he whispered.
She smiled, "No problem."
He looked from her lips to her eyes and back again, leaning in closer, so did she. Rory could feel his breath on her face. They were inches apart. And right before their lips touched, A blinding bolt of lightning tore the sky and thunder roared, causing both teens to jump in surprise. Rory blushed and Tristan smiled. "Come on, we should go inside," he said, helping her up. They stopped outside her door, "Um, Rory?"
"Hmm?"
"I've never even told Devin that whole story. So can that and the little water works show stay between us?"
"What water works?" she asked, smiling.
He smiled back, "Thanks."
"Night," she whispered.
He kissed her on the forehead, "Goodnight," he walked back to Devin's room. She pushed her door opened and climbed into bed, a small smile still playing on her face as she curled up in Tristan's hoodie, falling asleep as the rain started to pour.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
And now
You've become a part of me
You'll always be right here
You've become a part of me
You'll always be right here
I can't separate myself from what I've done
I've given up a part of me
I've let myself become you
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
SeveredLitKitten- I don't like Korn, but that's just me and I thought that it would be funny to have Rory hate it while Tristan loves it. I mean my brother is obsessed with Korn and most of what I listen to is Metal and Alternative but I don't know, I just do not like Korn. Sorry.
I don't own Shadows Fall, Linkin Park, Korn, or Disturbed and it sucks. If there really is a club called Dark Flame then I guess I don't own it but if there isn't then I guess I do.
On Friday Devin was sitting in the living room, flipping through channels when he heard the door bell ring. Chris and his girlfriend Alyson were in Cancun for the weekend and all hired help had gone home for the night. It rang again and he decided that he would rather ignore it than go through the trouble of getting up. Rory obviously wanted to pretend she hadn't heard it because a few seconds later he heard Shadows Fall blasting through the house.
The door bell kept ringing for the next five minuets and he finally got tired of listening to it, so he stood up and walked to the door slowly, hoping whoever it was would just go away. But it was still ringing when he got to the door and threw it open. "WHAT?" He screamed at the annoying person on the other side. When he saw who it was, "Oh, it's you," he said grudgingly.
Tristan smirked and Erin stepped into the house. "Oh, you look lovely."
"Is there something wrong with what I'm wearing?" he asked Tristan. His best friend was wearing baggy black pants covered in zipper-pockets and a Disturbed hoodie and Erin had on green slightly baggy Military pants and a black sleeveless shirt with a black jacket over it.
"Well, if you want to wear that to Dark Flame then be my guest."
"Who said anything about Dark Flame?"
"Us." Erin said, pointing to herself and Tristan, "We came to get you and Rory so that we could go to the club."
"Okay, one: Dark Flame isn't a club, it's a mosh pit of head-banging teenagers; two: What makes you think that we even want to go?"
"Dev, come on, it is almost 10:30 on Friday night and you two are sitting at home, that is just sad, now go get dressed, and I'll go get Rory."
"What makes you think that I want you, with all your hormones, going into my little sister's room?"
"Um, so I can tell her to get dressed."
"Erin could do that."
"Yes, but I think you'd rather have Erin in your room." He said, dodging the two hands that came forward to hit him and running up the stairs.
"I'm going to kill him one day." He told Erin.
"Not if I get to him first." She said, following Devin upstairs to his room.
RORY'S ROOM
Tristan walked until he reached the room the music was coming from. He knocked loudly and heard her voice, "Come in." He was amazed that she had been able to hear him knock over the music. As he pushed the door open he saw her shutting off her stereo, "What are you doing here?"
"I've come to rescue you from a boring Friday night of listening to music in your room."
"I would rather die of boredom than be rescued by you." He knew she was kidding, they had been having this kind of conversation everyday since she had gotten there.
"You know that's not true."
"Yes it is. I can live being bored on Friday, but I'm not sure that I can survive and evening of being around you."
"You know you love me."
"Not even close, and why are you so dressed up?"
"We're going to a teen club called Dark Flame, actually, it is more like a rave than a club." he said the last part more to himself than to her.
"Who's going?"
"You, me, Erin, and your lovely brother."
"Fine."
"Just like that?"
"Just like that."
"Okay." They stood there for a few minuets, his eyes wondering around her room.
"Well?"
"Well what?"
"I have to change."
"That's fine with me."
"You need to leave."
"I've seen what girls have and we both know that it's only a matter of time before I see you, so let's just get it over with, shall we?" He asked playfully.
"Eww. You know you don't have to flaunt the fact that your not a Virgin."
"You know Mary, I've been thinking, let's make it so you need a new nick name."
"You know Tristan," she said, leaning into him seductively, caught off guard, he stumbled back, over the threshold of her room, "I think that's a wonderful idea. But," she paused, her smoky eyes looking him up and down, "You will never see what I have." she said, slamming the door in his face and locking it, laughing loudly.
"Evil!" he called, through the door.
"You wish."
"You take away all my fun and then you laugh at me."
"If you could have seen the look on your face, you would have laughed at yourself."
"Lies!"
"Nope."
"I'm going to talk to nice people."
"You won't find any in this house."
"No, just not in that room."
"Later."
"Bye."
It was almost eleven when Rory came down the stairs where the other three were. And when he saw her, Tristan smiled widely. She was wearing red plaid flares, platform boots, and her shirt was made of a sweater-type material that belled out at the end of the sleeve and zipped from her elbow down.
"Ready?" asked Devin. Nobody really answered, but they walked out to Tristan's limo. When they got to Dark Flame, Tristan told the driver to come back around two and he slid an arm around Rory's waist, she tried to ignore the feeling that ran up her spine at the contact.
The security guard, seeing Tristan and Devin, waved them to the front of the line. "Hey Drew."
"Hey Dev, Tris, Erin. Who's this?" He asked upon seeing Rory.
"My little sister and Tristan's new love interest."
"I won't deny it." he said, looking her up and down.
She rolled her eyes and removed his arm from her waist, trying to ignore the part of her that was protesting the removal of his touch.
"Whatever, you guys can go on in."
"Thanks Drew."
"Anytime, Erin."
Rory's jaw dropped as she stepped in, the room was dark and the walls were mirrors. Speakers on the ceiling caused the room to pulse as the last beats of 'Voices' by Disturbed died out. There were strobe lights and black lights everywhere. The room was coated with fog. They sat at a table and put their stuff down. Erin pulled Devin to the dance floor, leaving Rory and Tristan alone. He took off his hoodie, revealing a Korn shirt that fit him perfectly. Her eyes were roaming his fit body. She could tell that he had a six-pack. He smirked, "Like what you see Mary?"
She shook her head, clearing it, "I hate Korn."
"I wasn't talking about the shirt."
"I know." But his jaw almost hit the floor as she took off what he had thought was her shirt. She pulled the sweater over her head, revealing a flat stomach and a black shirt with long sleeves, going all the way to her fingers, having thumb holes cut into them with rips down the sleeves. The shirt ended about five inches above her navel, which was pierced, the ring had a black jewel on the top and a fairy at the bottom.
They sat talking for a few minuets until 'Figure.09' by Linkin Park pulsed into the club. "I love this song!" Rory screamed over the music. Tristan held his hand out and she took it, following him into the crowd. Devin hadn't been exaggerating, it was a huge moshpit of people jumping and head-banging, only a few people were dancing. His hands found her hips and her hands were on his chest, finding it rock hard as they moved to the beat of the blaring music.
Nothing ever stops all these thoughts
And the pain attached to them
Sometimes I wonder why this is happening
It's like nothing I can do
Will distract me when
I think of how I shot myself in the back again
'Cause from the infinite words I could say
I put all the pain you gave me on display
But didn't realize
Instead of setting it free
I took what I hated and made it a part of me
[It never goes away]
And Now
You've become a part of me
You'll always be right here
You've become a part a of me
You'll always be my fear
I can't separate myself from what I've done
I've given up a part of me
I've let myself become you
Hearing your name
The memories come back again
I remember when it started happening
I'd see you in every thought I had and then
The thoughts slowly found words attached to them
And I knew as they escaped away I was committed myself to them
And every day I regret those things
'Cause now I see
That I took what I hated and made it a part of me
[It never goes away]
And now
You've become a part of me
You'll always be right here
You've become a part of me
You'll always be my fear
I can't separate myself from what I've done
I've given up a part of me
I've let myself become you
Get away from me
Gimme my space back
You gotta just go
Everything comes to memories of you
I've kept it in but now I'm letting you know
I've let you go
Get away from me
And now
You've become a part of me
You'll always be right here
You've become a part of me
You'll always be my fear
I can't separate myself from what I've done
I've given up a part of me
I've let myself become you
I've let myself become you
I've let myself become lost inside these thoughts of you
Giving up a part of me
I've let myself become you
A few hours later Devin came to find the pair and told them that it was almost two and they needed to go. That night Tristan and Erin stayed with Rory and Devin.
Rory woke up and she heard the wind howling outside. Slowly, she crept down the stairs and opened the front door, the wind bit at her bare legs and arms. She heard someone behind her say, "Do you always walk outside at four in the morning in November wearing shorts and a tank top?"
"Only when the wind is so fast. I don't know why, but I've always loved wind and rain, what about you, Tristan?"
He walked up beside her and shrugged, "I've always liked it too. More that the sun."
"Yeah, me too." He took off his hoodie and put it on her. "Thanks." She whispered, grateful for the warmth. They stood in a comfortable silence for a few minuets until she finally said, "Tristan?"
"Hmm?"
"Um, don't get mad at me for asking, but, uh, why are you a player?" He looked away from her and she said quickly, "You don't have to answer if you don't want to but I was just wondering, why you do, I mean, I think you would make a good long term boyfriend, do you just not want a relationship or what?"
He turned to face her, "It's a long story."
"I have time."
He sighed, "Well, you know how I live with my aunt and uncle?" she nodded, "Well I used to live with my parents. We lived here in Boston until fifth grade and then we moved to Connecticut. So from fifth to seventh grade I lived in Connecticut." He paused, looking at her, and continued, "You know how a lot of people in society marry for business or because their family forces them to?" she nodded again, "Well, my parents didn't. They were in love." She smiled, and he continued.
"I had always believed in love. I thought that I would find someone for me one day. My older cousin had a friend who was a player, and I thought it was wrong and disgusting to use girls like that. But in sixth grade my dad started to have a lot of business trips and he stayed at his office longer nights. My mom knew something was wrong but she didn't want to accept it." He looked at her and saw that she was hanging on his every word, biting her bottom lip absent mindedly. "I was in seventh grade when we figured out that he was cheating on my mom. He had been having an affair with his twenty five year old secretary since we moved there." Rory could see tears forming in his eyes.
"My mom went into depression and couldn't look at me. My dad stopped talking to me too. They couldn't get a divorce because, 'What would everyone think?', divorce wasn't even an option!" he said angrily, "After that, part of me died, and they thought that it would be best if I moved back here with my aunt and uncle." Tears were now running down his red wind whipped cheeks.
"So, I turned into the player I am now. I took what I hated and made it part of me, I didn't used to be like this. I wasn't always a player. I don't know if I believe in love anymore. And if I do I sure as hell don't trust it. Love fades. My dad had started to fall out of love with my mom. And I mean, if love really does exist then why did he do that to her? If love is real, then how the hell did it disappear do fast?!"
His face was covered with tears and they were still filling his eyes. He had never cried about it, she could tell, he had never shed one tear over his parent's shattered marriage. So she did the only thing she knew to do. She sat him down on the steps and wrapped her arms around his neck tightly, holding him to her. Tristan was caught off guard, but he wrapped his arms around her waist and cried into her shoulder. She rocked him gently and closed her eyes, breathing in his scent. "Shhh, it'll be okay." She whispered.
After fifteen minuets he looked up at her, his eyes swollen from crying more in the past few minuets than he had in his whole life. "Thanks Ror," he whispered.
She smiled, "No problem."
He looked from her lips to her eyes and back again, leaning in closer, so did she. Rory could feel his breath on her face. They were inches apart. And right before their lips touched, A blinding bolt of lightning tore the sky and thunder roared, causing both teens to jump in surprise. Rory blushed and Tristan smiled. "Come on, we should go inside," he said, helping her up. They stopped outside her door, "Um, Rory?"
"Hmm?"
"I've never even told Devin that whole story. So can that and the little water works show stay between us?"
"What water works?" she asked, smiling.
He smiled back, "Thanks."
"Night," she whispered.
He kissed her on the forehead, "Goodnight," he walked back to Devin's room. She pushed her door opened and climbed into bed, a small smile still playing on her face as she curled up in Tristan's hoodie, falling asleep as the rain started to pour.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
And now
You've become a part of me
You'll always be right here
You've become a part of me
You'll always be right here
I can't separate myself from what I've done
I've given up a part of me
I've let myself become you
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~