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
She fumbled with the words as Tristan's eyes met hers. "My…husband," she managed to say, and sighed softly.
It wasn't my imagination
Just cruel fate
He's standing in front of me
With that look in his eyes
He has that usual smirk
The one that screams 'I don't care'
But deep down I know
His feelings linger somewhere
I wonder why it's still so hard
To hurt him like I do…
I hurt everyone…
As time passes the wounds don't close
And he's still a mystery
I remember the look of pain in his eyes
The one that he has now…
Only he doesn't love me like he use to
Tristan knew already, and for the last few minuets had been practicing what he would say. "Ah, so little Mary finally married," he gave her his best smile, and watched for her reaction.
"Yeah," she said, uncomfortable because he looked so unaffected by this, "I'm not little any more."
"True," he smirked, "but you'll always be a Mary in my eyes."
This remark put a smile on her face and she contently began to follow into step with him.
As the day neared its end, Rory sighed. "I have to go," she whispered, and wrapped herself in her coat. They were outside, walking along the streets, and it was a little chilly.
He tried not to look sad, but he knew she would notice. "Can I see you sometime?"
He wasn't supposed to be asking- it was supposed to be her but fate was cruel to him.
She looked up at him, her piercing blue eyes ready to cry, and spoke softly, "I'm married."
These words were deadpanned at Tristan, and he looked at her oddly.
"What does that have to do with anything?"
She fiddled with her purse strap and tried to think of something. It was just so unusual that after all this time he wanted to be around her. "Nothing, forget it."
He fought the urge to push the subject, and shrugged. "Okay."
"I'll see you tomorrow?" she smiled warmly, "at the café?"
"Around the same time…"
"Yeah," she nodded, and walked off to her car.
Meanwhile…
"Hey beautiful," Ryan said, picking up Bella.
"Daddy, where's mommy? I want to show her the picture I made in school today," the porcelain looking girl announced.
Just before Ryan made some rude comment, the front door opened.
"Hey, baby," Rory held out her hands, and Bella slid down her father and jumped into them. "How was your day?"
"Good, I made you a picture," the little girl smiled, and handed it to Rory.
Rory looked at it and smiled. It was a picture of the three of them- Ryan, Rory and Bella. They looked so happy- if only it were true.
"Thank you sweetie," Rory brushed a stray curl from Bella's face, "I'm going to put it up somewhere."
"Okay," Bella said, excitedly, and skipped off to her room.
"How was your day?" Ryan asked, and leaned against the door frame.
Rory bit her lip, "it was good, and yours?"
"Excellent until I came home and my wife wasn't here," he scolded, moving closer to her.
She took a step back, and narrowed her eyes. "You knew I wouldn't be back early."
"And you knew that I wanted you home," he almost screamed, and now stood two inches away from her.
"Bella is in the next room Ryan," she warned, crossing her arms to her chest.
"She needs to know how much of a liar and a slut her mother is," he hissed, and walked out of the room.
Rory held back the tears, vowing never to cry over him again. And began to clean the living room like nothing happened…
Bella stood in the door way, tears streaming from her face, and took her picture, ripping it in half.
9:00 a.m
"It wasn't supposed to happen this way…" she shook her head, tears glistening in her eyes. "You weren't supposed to catch feelings, not like this."
"Damn, I'm sorry that I care," he replied sarcastically, turning off the car ignition.
She looked up at him- blue meeting blue- and begged him to understand. "He's only a friend…"
"Rory," his voice was calm now, and he took her face in his hands, "I'm not possessive- I know you have friends, but I also know what that guy wants from you. And it's not just friendship."
She shook her head, unable to wrap her mind around his thoughts. "Ryan is a good guy."
"Damn-it Rory," he bit his lip, and let go of her face, "I can already feel you slipping away from me."
She didn't have anything to say…
She just didn't know what to say to make him understand how hurt she still was… from Logan…from Dean. She had enough heartbreak in her life.
But he didn't even allow her to think out loud of him in the same category as the many other guys on her shit list.
He sighed finally, breaking the silence. "I'm sorry," he ran his fingers through his hair; "I got a little carried away."
She accepted this, but wanted to reach out to him- tell him he didn't have anything to be sorry for. "It's okay."
Rory awoke to the sun shinning on her face, and looked into sparkling blue eyes.
"Mommy, wake up," Bella nudged her, and smiled, "can we go to the diner?"
"Why?" Rory groaned, and closed her eyes, "isn't Lisa down stairs cooking?"
"No, Mommy you're so silly," her daughter giggled, "it's her day off…I'm hungry."
"You're way too smart munchkin," Rory rolled over, pulling her giggling daughter with her.
Xxx
Rory walked into the café, and her cell phone rang. Bella looked up at her mother, and decided to wander to the pastry section.
"Yum," she said, licking her lips.
A man beside her chuckled, and looked down at her. "Where is your Mommy?"
"Talking on the phone," she chirped, and continued to stare at the delicious pastries.
"Oh," the man answered, and looked at the bubbly little girl. She was beautiful, and for some odd reason looked incredibly familiar.
He snapped out of his trance as he heard the voice of a woman. "Isabella Lorelai Lee Gilmore," Rory hissed, turning her daughter around, "what did I tell you about leaving Mommy's side?"
The little girl pouted and her eyes watered up, "not to ever do it or crazy strangers might get me and I won't ever get to drink coffee?"
"Yes, and you know how us Gilmore women feel about our coffee" Rory brought the girl into her arms, and kissed her face. "Mommy can't lose you."
"You'll never lose me Mommy," the little girl said, cupping her mothers face in her hands.
Rory smiled, pulling her daughter into a hug. "Just don't do it again…"
"Rory…"
Done…
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