Title: Heaven and Hell: combined in one holiday
Summary: Rory and Tristan are friends. Best friends. Once they decide to take a trip together everything changes.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything...well I own 400 dollar…would that be enough to buy Chad on E-bay?
The next morning they got up early, which made Rory a bit grumbly until Tristan brought her three large steaming cups of coffee. As she sipped her coffee her usual bright mood reappeared and soon they were on their way, bantering and joking around.
After a few hour drive with a rental car they bought a large tent and some other things that would come in handy. Rory had teased Tristan mercilessly with the threat of buying a pink tent, something which made Tristan choke on the chocolatecandy he was consuming. He then, had threatened to rub the chocolate all over her blue tanktop, something which made her eyes widen and made her take a step back and throwing her hands up in defeat. Eventually they settled on a green and yellow tent, something Rory thought was hideous, but, as Tristan argued, did stick out so they would be able to find it back.
At nightfall they arrived at a campsite where they quickly discovered that putting up a tent was hard enough already without having to hold a flashlight. Due to Tristans good looks though, two French girls quickly came to their aid, which resulted in a very flirty Tristan as well as a set up tent. Rory picked up a good book and settled herself in a chair with a flashlight, while Tristan walked the girls home, "out of the goodness of his heart" as he himself called it. Out of the horniness of his dick, Rory thought.
Hour after hour passed and darkness grew thicker around her, until she could no longer distinguish forms in the dark. She wasn't sure whether Tristan would come back, but eventually she gave up waiting for him and got changed in the tent. Crawling into her sleepingbag after quickly brushing her teeth she listened to the sounds outside and wondered who they belonged to. There was a man snoring, a girl giggling and the sound of footsteps. She felt alone like this, in an unfamiliar setting, without anything known to make her feel safe. Except Tristan. But Tristan wasn't here right now. He was off with two girls doing whatever. An angry feeling suddenly flared up inside of her. How could he do this to her? They were on a holiday together! Didn't he care about her feelings whatsoever?
A few tents away Tristan was having the time of his life. What had started out as a thanks for setting the tent up had turned into a few beers and a game, which in turn changed to two beautiful girls fighting for his attention. Lola was on his lap, grinding against him while her twinsister Megan ran her hand up and down his leg. He tried to explain that he had to get back to the girl in his tent, but every time he tried the girls started pouting and seducing him even more. He eventually gave up, knowing that the girls wouldn't even have cared if Rory was his girlfriend, which she wasn't, which in turn made him feel less guilty than he maybe should have. Maybe the beer had something to do with that too. It wasn't like he forgot about Rory, it just made it easier not to feel so contrite.
When he finally returned to the tent Rory was already deep asleep. She was curled up in a fetal position, which gave him quite a nice view of her breasts. Her hair was spread out over her pillow, shining in the moonlight so she looked mysterious, almost surreal. He suppressed the urge to touch it, to stroke her beautiful brown locks, and instead focused his attention of undressing as fast as possible without waking her up. Due to the alcohol he wasn't as silent as he thought himself to be, which he noticed when the girl next to him stirred and started blinking to get rid of the sleepiness she felt.
"Hey"
He softly greeted her.
"Hey"
She curtly replied before turning her back towards him and closing her eyes once more.
After dressing down to his boxers he made himself comfortable in his sleepingbag, which involved draping his arm around Rory's waist. His reward came quickly when she turned around again and tried to push him away. Her arms didn't hold that much strength though, so he barely moved an inch. With a desperate sigh she pulled her sleepingbag over her head and turned her back to him once more.
"Ror?"
"Go to sleep Tristan"
"Are you angry with me?"
"Go to sleep"
"But"
"Tristan"
The annoyed tone in her voice made it clear that she was indeed angry with him, though why he did not know right now. He decided to leave it be for the moment and, after whispering a soft goodnight, turned around and closed his eyes.
The last thought they both had before drifting off to sleep was
The first night...and we're already fighting...
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A/N: I know this is much shorter than the first chapter but I wanted to update before leaving on Holiday. Which is with my best friend actually...I hope that holiday will be better than this one is being for Rory and Tristan. But with us there aren't any romantic feelings involved so ;) Anyway...I'll update this one asap cause I really like the idea and I hope you guys like it too!