A/N: I am doing two shorter chapters because I wanted to end this chapter with the last scene, I think it's sweet.
Rory was sitting at the counter drinking coffee that night when she heard the doorbell ring. She jumped slightly and splashed her coffee over the table, not expecting the sudden noise. She'd been on edge all day after her run-in with Tristan. Standing up slowly, her feet forced her to move towards the door. When she opened it, her stomach dropped slightly, "Um, Devin is upstairs, I'll go get him." She said, turning and starting towards the stairs.
"I'm not here for Devin." a quiet voice said behind her. She froze instantly.
"Then why are you here?"
"For you." Her breath caught in her throat.
"What?"
"I need to talk to you. I mean, I've only known you for a month, but I have to be on speaking terms with you." She had to admit that Tristan looked bad. His hair was on end from him obviously running his hands through it. He was pale and looked upset. She tried to hide a small smile as her body turned to face him. He asked in a more confident voice, "Do you want to go for a walk?"
"Um, sure." She said, uncertainly. Grabbing a hoodie from the coat rack, she followed him out the door. After walking in a comfortable silence for a few minuets she heard him speak.
"Is that mine?" He didn't look at her but she could see a smirk on his face and she smiled,
"It was yours. But now it's mine, I'm keeping it." He laughed quietly,
"You know, that's called stealing."
"Nope, you gave it to me."
"I did not."
"Too bad, I'm keeping it anyways."
"Fine, keep it, I have more hoodies." She smiled and wrapped her arms around herself, trying to get warmer.
"So, did you want to talk?"
"Yeah." He paused, unsure of what to say. "Rory, I told you what I did because, for some reason, I trust you, a lot. I'm not sure why, I just do. I mean, I've never even been able to tell Devin that. But it felt right to tell you after knowing you for almost two weeks. It scared me because I'd never felt so comfortable around someone. I barely even knew you and I told you my biggest secret. I didn't want to talk to you because I didn't know what you would say. Hell, I didn't know what I should say. I'm not used to telling people things like that. I just didn't want us to hate each other."
She bit her bottom lip, smiling at his honesty and looked down at her wringing hands, "Tris, I could never hate you. In all honesty, I didn't know what to say. I have no idea what you're going through. I was too young to understand what happened between my parents. I didn't have to watch it like you did. I'm so sorry. I should have talked to you, but I just didn't know what I could say." She looked up at him and saw that he was staring at her, "I just didn't want you to be mad at me. I don't want us to hate each other either." Her hand found his and she laced their fingers together, smiling at him.
Half an hour later they were at her door, facing each other, "So, I'll see you tomorrow?" she asked.
"Yeah." She reached up and hugged him tightly, he wrapped his arms around her small waist, hugging her back. They broke away, and he took her hand, kissing the back of it softly, "Goodnight." He whispered.
A small smile spread across her face, "Night," she whispered. One bright star was in the sky behind her. He turned her around to face it, wrapping his arms around her waist from behind, "Make a wish," his quiet voice made her ear tingle. She closed her eyes, smiling, and bit her lip. He was looking at her. His face over her shoulder, a small smile playing on his face, watching her. His gaze fell to her lips and he bit his bottom lip, the smile widening as she opened her eyes.
"Okay, I'm done." Her head turned to face him and she rested her head on his chest, closing her eyes, "Now you make a wish." He looked up, wishing for the same thing as her, neither knowing that the other had wished the same.
Rory's grandmother had always told her that wishing on a star really could make your dream come true, and she believed it. But her grandmother had also told her, if two people unknowingly make the same wish on the same night and on the same star, the wish was much stronger. But she had also always said, be careful what you wish for.
Rory was sitting at the counter drinking coffee that night when she heard the doorbell ring. She jumped slightly and splashed her coffee over the table, not expecting the sudden noise. She'd been on edge all day after her run-in with Tristan. Standing up slowly, her feet forced her to move towards the door. When she opened it, her stomach dropped slightly, "Um, Devin is upstairs, I'll go get him." She said, turning and starting towards the stairs.
"I'm not here for Devin." a quiet voice said behind her. She froze instantly.
"Then why are you here?"
"For you." Her breath caught in her throat.
"What?"
"I need to talk to you. I mean, I've only known you for a month, but I have to be on speaking terms with you." She had to admit that Tristan looked bad. His hair was on end from him obviously running his hands through it. He was pale and looked upset. She tried to hide a small smile as her body turned to face him. He asked in a more confident voice, "Do you want to go for a walk?"
"Um, sure." She said, uncertainly. Grabbing a hoodie from the coat rack, she followed him out the door. After walking in a comfortable silence for a few minuets she heard him speak.
"Is that mine?" He didn't look at her but she could see a smirk on his face and she smiled,
"It was yours. But now it's mine, I'm keeping it." He laughed quietly,
"You know, that's called stealing."
"Nope, you gave it to me."
"I did not."
"Too bad, I'm keeping it anyways."
"Fine, keep it, I have more hoodies." She smiled and wrapped her arms around herself, trying to get warmer.
"So, did you want to talk?"
"Yeah." He paused, unsure of what to say. "Rory, I told you what I did because, for some reason, I trust you, a lot. I'm not sure why, I just do. I mean, I've never even been able to tell Devin that. But it felt right to tell you after knowing you for almost two weeks. It scared me because I'd never felt so comfortable around someone. I barely even knew you and I told you my biggest secret. I didn't want to talk to you because I didn't know what you would say. Hell, I didn't know what I should say. I'm not used to telling people things like that. I just didn't want us to hate each other."
She bit her bottom lip, smiling at his honesty and looked down at her wringing hands, "Tris, I could never hate you. In all honesty, I didn't know what to say. I have no idea what you're going through. I was too young to understand what happened between my parents. I didn't have to watch it like you did. I'm so sorry. I should have talked to you, but I just didn't know what I could say." She looked up at him and saw that he was staring at her, "I just didn't want you to be mad at me. I don't want us to hate each other either." Her hand found his and she laced their fingers together, smiling at him.
Half an hour later they were at her door, facing each other, "So, I'll see you tomorrow?" she asked.
"Yeah." She reached up and hugged him tightly, he wrapped his arms around her small waist, hugging her back. They broke away, and he took her hand, kissing the back of it softly, "Goodnight." He whispered.
A small smile spread across her face, "Night," she whispered. One bright star was in the sky behind her. He turned her around to face it, wrapping his arms around her waist from behind, "Make a wish," his quiet voice made her ear tingle. She closed her eyes, smiling, and bit her lip. He was looking at her. His face over her shoulder, a small smile playing on his face, watching her. His gaze fell to her lips and he bit his bottom lip, the smile widening as she opened her eyes.
"Okay, I'm done." Her head turned to face him and she rested her head on his chest, closing her eyes, "Now you make a wish." He looked up, wishing for the same thing as her, neither knowing that the other had wished the same.
Rory's grandmother had always told her that wishing on a star really could make your dream come true, and she believed it. But her grandmother had also told her, if two people unknowingly make the same wish on the same night and on the same star, the wish was much stronger. But she had also always said, be careful what you wish for.