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
Rory continued to play with the straws, nervously fidgeting every few seconds. Her stomach was in knots and she had no idea why.
It's Tristan, no big deal right?
But it's a big deal…a very big deal.
She almost gasped as he took a seat across from her- a smile plastered on his handsome face.
"Mary…"
"Bible boy," she smirked, and placed her hands in her lap.
His smile only grew wider, "I haven't heard that name in ages…I almost missed it."
"Don't lie- you tossed and turned in your sleep because you stopped hearing it. And after years of being fed up from the realization that you may never hear it again- you chose to push it to the back of your head!"
He laughed, causing butterflies to flow through her stomach and hoped he would laugh again soon.
"Here," he reached inside of his pocket and pulled out her cell phone, "you have one message. Someone named Ryan called about ten minuets ago."
Her face paled, visibly, as she excused herself and went to the bathroom.
'Hello…' Ryan said as he answered the phone.
'I'm sorry I missed your call, I didn't notice it was turned off until a few minuets ago…'
'You lie so beautifully Rory,' he chuckled. 'Are you still going to that art museum?'
She hesitated, 'Yes, unless you're coming home early?'
He chuckled, 'No…I have a meeting to attend to. Go to your little museum, but I'm warning you Rory- don't fuck with me.'
Click
The phone line went dead, and Rory ran her fingers along her face before retreating back to the table.
"Is everything okay?" was the first question Tristan asked.
She forced a smile, and managed to whisper a 'yes'.
He studied her for a few minuets, wanting to get it out of her, but decided it wasn't his place. "So… what kind of cards has life dealt you?"
A crimson blush appeared on her cheeks, and she tried to look away from his piercing eyes. "I'm fine…"
"You know people say they're fine when they're not but want to avoid the subject," he pushed.
"Well then lets not talk about it okay?" she said, her tone rising slightly.
He shrugged, and sipped on his coffee. "What are you doing today?"
Her eyes lit up, "I'm going to this amazing museum, just outside of town. It's really beautiful if you're into that kind of stuff?"
"Are you asking me on a date Lorelai Leigh Gilmore?" he winked.
She smirked in return, and swatted his hand playfully. "Whatever Dugrey…"
His face became serious, "I'll go…I don't even know why you would ask, because you know how much I love art."
Her smile widened, and at that moment in time she was proud to know that simple little detail of Tristan's life. "Yeah, I know…"
Rory was right- the museum was very beautiful and Tristan wished he could run away with all of the paintings.
A bubbly blonde passed him, waving like an idiot and Rory glared.
Tristan gave the girl a wink and his attention returned to Rory, who was still glaring at the said girl.
"Mary?" he raised an eyebrow.
"Seriously, what makes that girl think that you and I aren't together? She's waving like a fool, hoping that you'll go up to her- sweep her off her feet and make passionate love right hear on the museum floor."
"If I didn't know any better Mare, I'd say you were jealous."
"Jealous no," she blushed slightly, "have principal yes."
"Ah, principal," he wrapped his arm around her shoulder, "is that what you call it."
She giggled, and his heart sped up- it was rare for Rory to giggle. As she swatted him away playfully he noticed the gleam that lit up his eye, and he stared at her hand.
And on a finger of her hand was a beautiful wedding band.
He swallowed hard because suddenly it was quite difficult to breathe. His heart stopped beating apparently because she was looking at him funny and whispered worried words. He tried to shake away the pain that stabbed at him repeatedly, but couldn't look at her the same.
His Mary was a married woman.
He should have known.
It shouldn't be this shocking…
She was beautiful and worthwhile…and married.
But it was shocking, because he thought fate had better plans for him. He thought that one day- unbeknownst to Rory- they would be thrown back together…but he was wrong.
At this moment- he looked up at the ceiling and cursed fate…He cursed fate for throwing them back together under horrible circumstances.
"Mary Gilmore," Tristan said, watching her look at the many rings laid out in front of her. They were together searching for an engagement ring for Luke to buy Lorelai.
"Bible boy Dugrey?" she asked, looking up at him.
He wrapped his arms around her waist, and kissed her neck softly. "Which one do you like?"
His question was simple but it held several meanings. "I like this one," she said, pointing to a simple butterfly cut ring with diamonds lining the edges, "it's simple, but beautiful, you know?"
He kissed her once more, and noted her opinion. "Rory…"
"Huh?" she asked, examining the right ring for her mother.
"Do you ever think about marriage?"
She thought hard about this, "Sometimes…I mean, I think about it, but I'm not sure I'd actually go through with it."
This offended him a little, "why not?"
"Because," she shrugged, "couples are so happily in love, then they get married and things change. I don't see the point, you know?"
"That doesn't happen all the time," he assured her, pulling her tighter into him.
She turned in his arms, looking him directly in his eyes, "do you think about marriage?"
"Yes," he answered honestly, before planting a kiss on her lips, "I think about marrying you all the time."
She blushed slightly, and turned around to finish what she went there to do…
She's married
And not to me
The words replayed in his mind over and over again, until he closed his eyes and exhaled slowly.
He opened his eyes, to find a worried Rory, frantically shaking and gripping at his sides. He brought a hand up to her cheek, and stopped her from shedding tears. He knew her all too well…
"I'm fine," he whispered, and it felt so painful to speak, "just a little heart burn that's all."
"What?" she shook her head, "no…you have to get checked, Tristan, something can be seriously wrong with you."
He looked at her, his eyes pleading and shook his head.
She dropped her hands to her sides and bit her lip. "Are you sure?"
He nodded, and wrapped his arm around her shoulder, begging silently that she'd forget. "I'm fine, just being a little dramatic is all."
"Fine is something someone says when they want to drop the subject," she repeated his words; a small smile adorned her lips.
He pulled her closer to him, and said, "Mare…why haven't you learned that what I say can never be reflected on me? I'm the king of words baby!"
"You rhymed, I think I might throw up," she teased, smiling up at him.
"You love me Rory," he squeezed her arm, and chuckled.
She felt a tinge of something she couldn't quite fathom in her heart, and smiled. "Sometimes…"
"Ah, still the same ol' smartass."
"You love me Tristan," she teased, and smiled up at him.
You have no idea Rory…You have no idea.
"So, who is Ryan?"
The question caught Rory off guard, and she cursed the heavens for such a cruel question to have fallen from Tristan's lips at such a good time.
Done…
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