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 note:
-flash backs will be represented in italic
Warning: Short chapters…
Feedback: would be beautiful
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It was inevitable.
The chemistry…
It lingered in the air the very moment the two met.
He was king of social- crème of the crop- what almost every teenage girl desired.
Almost every teenage girl except for her…
She was the book worm- prestigiously bound- what almost every teenage girl despised.
And this made her different.
Above all else this made her everything that he wasn't.
And the chemistry was unattainable- unavoidable- and ultimately uncontrollable.
Lorelai Leigh Gilmore was in fact what every teenage girl in Chilton Preparatory despised.
Because he seen her.
And a fairy tale was born.
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Rory Gilmore let a sharp sigh fall from her lips as she looked around the vast emptiness.
Trees…
She let her head fall to the steering wheel as a single tear cascaded down her rosy red cheek.
Was it selfish of her to think that maybe he was the same person she fell in love with years before? That he would be in the very spot that allowed their feelings toward another to be unleashed.
Slowly, she lifted her head and let her hand creep to the door handle.
She made her way over the big tree house that cemented his love for her.
When she opened the creaking door- she plummeted onto the familiar bed, and closed her pained eyes.
Memories were painful.
After the seconds drew out a grudging silence- she forced herself to leave.
Upon her leave she heard a familiar sound…
Skipping stones
And as she rushed to the river beside the old country house- her breath caught in her throat.
Maybe it wasn't that selfish after all…
She made her way slowly, creeping ever so lightly, and he never turned around to her footsteps.
He just continued to skip stones as if he were still eighteen years old.
When he loved her…
She almost made it all the way over to him before her foot cracked a small branch, and he turned around in freight.
His appearance calmed as he caught sight of her and he let a small chuckle fall from his lips before saying, "you scared me."
She shrugged, and smiled at his warm tone, "sorry."
His eyes grew dark then, and he furrowed his eyebrows, stepping back a few feet. "What are you doing here?"
She hesitated, and stepped closer to him, "I should ask you the same question."
He turned his face then, and skipped another stone. After along silence he spoke, "There is nothing left to say Rory."
She frowned, and let her eyes wander over the water for a second.
He had a way to make her silent.
Even as teenagers he made her blood boil- got under her skin and it irked her.
She wasn't the same confrontational Mary.
When they use to get into heated debates she would never hold her tongue, but why when she needed to speak up, couldn't she do just that?
She shook her head, and stepped closer to him once more, "there's a lot to say, Tristan."
He looked into her eyes, surprised for a moment and then sat down on a small bench.
At first she was hesitant at what to do, but gaining nerve she sat beside him. "You intimidate me."
He didn't say anything for a second, but then looked over to her face and replied, "Huh?"
"I never wanted to admit it before. I couldn't let you win," she shrugged, "it was always a competition with us. And I was too stubborn to lose. You intimidate me."
He let her words drown in, but didn't except her explanation. "Explain."
"Your whole lifestyle intimidated me," she admitted with a soft sigh, "everything from the fancy dress- to the social outings- down to how many girls you've laid with."
He let her continue.
"I was a prude compared to you- before you…and even now." Her face flushed slightly before she continued on, "you were in every way more in touch with the world than I was. I hated you for it, because no matter how many books I've read I still didn't have the knowledge you had. And I strived for it… I always felt like this little girl standing next to you, and you didn't do anything to make me feel any different. I didn't want you to protect me against the world Tristan; I wanted you to show me it!"
He gazed at her now, making sense of her declaration.
"I didn't understand why you wanted me, and I may not ever understand completely. And it scared the shit out of me. Your love scared me."
He shifted uncomfortably, and waited for her to speak again, but when silence followed he sighed. "I left for a lot of the same reasons."
Her eyes locked with his at this moment, and she stared in shock at his words.
"I always wished I could own that sheer innocence that only you tend to have," he let a half smile grace his lips, "and I just couldn't sit around and wait like you. I wasn't patient- I'm still not patient. You always had this thing about you…it's as if love grows on you. I never had that- I always just knew I loved you, and I didn't need to wait to find out if it was real. You always just let the feelings come instead of embracing the short time we have on this earth Rory. And I know I sound really stupid right now, but I never felt the way I felt about you for anyone else. I just couldn't wait around for you to tell me you didn't feel the same in the long run."
A silence fell over the conversation, and Rory let out a breath that she hadn't realized she was holding.
"I just can't do this Rory," he sighed, and frowned, "I refuse to play a game. In all honesty I didn't come here expecting you would follow me. I'm not that young boy anymore…waiting for you all the time. Playing this game with you that never seems to end, and even years later never seems to grow tiring." He offered a weak smile, "I need time to clear my head, and I'm sure you need that too. I don't want to be out of your life Rory, but I have to have some time. I want Bella to know me…"
Rory watched his eyes sparkle upon the mention of their daughters' name. "She will know you."
Tristan fought back bitter tears, and gave a soft nod. "I should be going now- before the traffic gets bad."
"Yeah," she agreed, standing up and looking anywhere but at him.
"I'll call you," he offered, and began to walk away.
Done…
Sorry. I had a very messy "break-up" or whatever one would call it. Hope you enjoy the chapter and I'll try to post soon.