Claim: I own Bella, Ryan and maybe a few short scene characters…
Sum it up: "I never cared that much," Rory stubbornly retorted, and watched as he sauntered out of her life…again.
Mental notes:
-flash backs will be represented in italic
-Less dialogue than most of my stories
-More happened during Rory's time at Yale
-I love Trory )
Warning: Short chapters…
Feedback: would be beautiful
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Mind-blowing
It was the only word she could think of to describe this moment…
It was as if the world suddenly got smaller
And silent…very silent
He ran his fingers nervously through his hair, and let out a small chuckle. "How are you?"
She was overwhelmed with this question- never once lying to Tristan- but now it came so natural, and that scared her. "I'm good…"
He almost accepted this, but studied her for a moment- about to ask otherwise and then thought against it. "That's good, I'm glad."
"Yeah, I bet" she said rather coldly, and winced inside. She never intended on hurting him the next time she saw him, but her heart wanted more than just the shallows of pleasantries.
Years ago it would be so easy to ignore the sting of her words, but now everything had changed. He simply gave her a polite- small smile and got up from the chair. "It was nice seeing you again."
And then he began to walk away
Rory's air caught in her throat and for a second she thought she would collapse from lack of breathing, but managed to open her mouth. "Wait…" she called softly.
He turned slowly on his heel, and sat quietly.
"I didn't mean to be rude," she started, her eyes fixated on a napkin, "it's just been a while and I just…"
"It's okay," he silenced her rambling and she smiled with thanks.
"So, how are you doing?"
He shrugged, "I'm fine. I could be better, but that's life."
"Yeah," she agreed heavily on his statement, and almost reddened at her own thoughts of her life.
He noticed this and began to study her again. Her rosy cheeks always seemed to remain that way- as if it represented part of her child hood. Her hair was longer, but nothing really changed…she remained the same face that haunted his most vivid memories.
Perfect…
Almost like a porcelain doll
"Did you ever meet your goal?"
The question caught Tristan off-guard, merely because he was staring at her for so long. "I applied to Georgetown University, against my families wishes of course, and studied pre-med. I'm in my second year of med school…"
"Really?" her eyes lit up from this insight, it was more than she thought she would ever get to know. "That's great…I mean, I'm happy for you Tristan."
"Thank you," he said sincerely. "How about you, did journalism really take its course?"
She nodded, and smiled at the memory. "It did, I actually got the job as editor of the Times." And suddenly she saddened, as if this statement caused her great pain.
He noticed and changed the subject. "I'm in Hartford for a month or so, before I have to go back to school, maybe we can get together sometime."
She hesitated, and instantly her eyes shot to her watch. It read 11:30 A.M.
"I'm sorry," she started, and gathered her things, "I have to go. I didn't realize the time."
She spilled her coffee, and began to clean it with shaky hands.
And then she fled….
Tristan sat in shock, thinking that maybe he was too forward; whatever it was that caused Rory to run out so fast must have been important- because she forgot her phone.
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Rory almost ran home, sneaking in the back door carefully. She tiptoed through the kitchen, and began to walk up the stairs to her bedroom, thinking the coast was clear but was clearly wrong…
"Aren't you a sight for sore eyes," her husbands' husky voice came from the living room.
She tensed and started walking back down the stairs and into the living room. "I didn't see you there."
"I bet you didn't," he smirked, and moved closer to her. "Can I have a kiss?"
She moved her face to the side, anger still feeding on her from their last conversation.
His smirk faded, and he stepped back in disgust. "Where were you?"
"I went out for a walk…"
"Funny, I went looking for you at the track, but you weren't there…"
"Yeah, well I had to get some coffee."
He laughed bitterly, "why do you insist on lying to me so?" he paused, "you know what it doesn't matter…"
She raised an eyebrow, and then turned away, ready to flee. "I'm going to take a shower."
His grasp on her shoulder told her otherwise. He spun her around, and growled, "If I find out you're sleeping around it won't be pretty."
"Is that a threat?" she hissed, knowing very well she shouldn't have.
"It's a warning…"
And then he walked away…
Leaving her breathless, and not in a good way.
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I'm sorry
I know it took me a while to update but I wasn't home…
I'll update as soon as I can
Please review…
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