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
The next day Rorywas going a bit insane as she searched through her purse, frantically looking for her cell phone.
Still not there
She paced her bedroom, draped in only a robe, and her mind began to retrace her steps throughout the past two days.
The café
She gasped suddenly, remembering her brief meeting with Tristan…
This is bad…really bad.
Millions of thoughts filled her head, but all she could focus on was the fact that Ryan left early for work this morning, and he would surely call her cell phone to check in. It would be normal to call the house phone, but Rory told him she would be heading out today to visit an art museum and stop for coffee.
She picked up her house phone and dialed her number.
A bedroom voice answered on the other line, and immediately Rory's eyes shot to her clock, which read 9:30.
She tried to ignore the loud beating of her heart, and chuckled, "still not a morning person, eh Dugrey?"
His eyes shot open, and he whispered, "Rory…"
"Yes, owner of the cell phone that you are picking up without permission," she said pointedly, but couldn't hide the amusement in her voice.
"Obviously you wanted me to pick it up- otherwise you would have never called," he countered, an amused smile forming on his lips.
"Ah, you have a point," she admitted, and threw herself down on the bed. "So, do you steal cell phones because you need one, or because it's your way of getting a girls attention?"
"Why, is it working?"
"Completely…"
Tristan couldn't help but beam at the flirtation in her voice, "if I didn't know any better I'd say you were flirting with me Rory Gilmore…"
A blush began to creep up her cheeks, and she scoffed, silently mad that he still had that effect on her. "Is that what this is?"
"Shameless….I like," he grinned into the phone.
"You're an ass," she sighed in defeat, smiling ridiculously.
"And that's the way you love me," he finished. The statement causing an awkward silence between the two, before Tristan said, "Back to the phone…You forgot it, because it seems to me you were rushing like you forgot that today was the day the Veterinarian was operating on your dying cat."
"Well…" she started, "he was operating on my dying cat, and now fluffy is all better."
"Do you know what I think?"
"Do I want to know?'
"Of course…"
"So, spill."
"I think that you left your phone so that you could get my attention, and then you tried to accuse me because you felt absolutely ridiculous."
"Oh Tristan, you're so right. It's like we're telepathic twins or something…Now, I'm going to confess my undying love for you."
They both burst into a comfortable laughter, before Tristan countered with, "that would be a first."
"Yeah," she said, as if it never hit her until that moment. "So, did I get any calls?"
"Yes, you did actually…"
She waited in silence
"Dean called, threatening to beat my ass if he ever hears me answer your phone again. Jess called saying that he's still madly in love with you, and I brushed him off by saying 'isn't everyone?' Logan called, inviting you to his parents' ball, secretly hoping to win you back."
"Is that all?" Rory retorted, amused, "I was supposed to receive a call from Marty too, because he said he might turn up naked again at a college frat party."
"Good one Mare," he chuckled at their joke, "but really, no one called."
It was that simple word that sent chills down her spine…
"Good morning Mary," he whispered, and whisked away a strand of her hair from her face.
She smiled up at him, loving the attention he awarded her with. "Tristan, it's so early…"
He sighed, but his smile never left his lips. "Ah, but its Saturday…"
"I'm not seeing what you're getting at," she complained and pulled the covers over her head.
"We're supposed to be heading off to Florida for the week, or did you choose to forget?"
She slowly poked her head out from the covers, and her eyes lit up. "We're really going?"
He smiled, "we're really going."
"Ah," she squealed, and jumped out of bed. "I've never been to Florida before."
"I know," he said, amused, and watched as she threw her belongings together.
"Can we go to Disney," she asked, innocently, as she stuck her head out of her closet.
"Yup…"
"I have to call my mom," she giggled, jumping up and down.
It was amusing to Tristan how simple it was to make Rory happy…
He stood up slowly, and wrapped his arms around her waist.
She responded by bringing her hands above his neck, and staring into his mirror like eyes.
"You are so beautiful," he said, as if he never said it before.
She blushed, and smiled sweetly. "So are you…"
And then he kissed her ever so lightly, and whispered, "I love you Mary."
"Rory, did you hang up?" Tristan's voice asked quizzically.
"No, uh, what did you say?"
"I said- where could we meet up so I could give you back your phone?"
"Uh," Rory didn't have to think hard about this, "the café?'
"10:30?"
"We really are telepathic," Rory chuckled before ending the call.
Tristan calmed his fast beating heart, and shook his head. It was so easy to get lost in the essence of Rory…
Done…
Simple
I like this chapter
(One of my happier ones)
And a little Trory banter is always good for the soul!
Review, please!