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...I don't even own that 400 dollar anymore cause I went on a holiday! Maybe I can buy Chad by looking really cute...anyone got any other tips?
Last chapter:
"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...
PART 3
Rory, who almost never experienced a morning mood, woke up grumbling to the feeling of fingers being poked in her side. To avoid getting up and facing the morning she pulled her sleepingbag over her head and tried to slip back into dreamland. It didn't work. The fingers kept poking her, forcing her to wake up and feel the heat inside the tent. As soon as she breathed in the musty air she shot up straight and started coughing.
"It smells like something died in here"
Tristan grinned.
"That would be you cause a lot of girls can testify it's not me"
Rory shot him a look.
"It's coming from your mouth"
Again Tristan grinned.
"I'm sure I can prove that that's not true"
He leaned forward until his lips almost captured Rory's, and then traveled up to her ear on which he planted a light kiss. This left her speechless for a moment, which gave him more satisfaction than he expected. He carressed her cheek with his thumb while slowly withdrawing from her nearness.
"Let's get packing...we have to leave by ten"
"Coffee"
was Rory's only groaned response.
"You'll get coffee once we've packed"
"You're mean"
"Live with it"
They quickly packed their things, last nights quarrel momentarily pushed to the back of their minds. Both enjoyed the bantering, though since last time something had changed. They were now more careful, avoiding certain subjects that would eventually lead them to talk about what had happened. Rory tried to overlook the tiny but obvious cracks that had started to appear in their friendship, while Tristan searched for ways to apologize. He was afraid that she wouldn't listen, and she was afraid that he wouldn't know what to apologize for, so in the end they both let it slide. While Rory finished packing up the tent, Tristan bought coffee and sandwiches, which they ate in silence, crammed in the car.
By nightfall they arrived at another campsite, where they quickly tried to set up their tent. After half an hour of working in silence they rolled out their sleepingbags and quickly fell asleep.
Tristan woke up to faint sobbing in the middle of the night. He wanted to push himself up but noticed that the airbed had gone flat. Which obviously was the reason that there was a crying girl on the floor, who occasionally rubbed her back. He shifted over to her side and took her in his arms, cradling her and rubbing her back until she leaned against him.
"Still got that backache?"
She nodded, whincing with pain when she moved.
His mind quickly tried to find options. They could sleep in the car. They could find a hotel. Both options were discarded. The car would leave her with an even worse backache than she already had, and he knew hotels in this area wouldn't let people in after midnight. The only other option he had left was one he knew she wouldn't be comfortable with.
"Okay...listen...this is what we're going to do"
He calmly explained the situation to her, making sure that his usual flirting tone was nowhere to be found, this way ensuring that she would get as comfortable as possible.
When he told her that the only option they had was for her to climb on top of him, her eyes got bigger and her face grew red. He took her hand, forcing her to look up at him, and looked at her with eyes that for once in his life didn't try to seduce her. Her doubts faded a little when she saw that he wouldn't take advantage of her in this situation, that he really only did this so she wouldn't be feeling sore in the morning. So in the end she accepted, her elbow nearly hitting a very sensitive spot when she made herself comfortable on top of him. It took her a few minutes to relax against him, but when she did she felt a weird tingly feeling in her stomach. It felt nice to be held like this. Especially to be held like this by him.
After a while, she fell asleep in his arms, and for another while he just looked at her, content with just having her in his arms as his friend. For now it was all he wanted. He vowed to himself that, whatever it had been that made her angry with him, he wouldn't do it again. The remaining days of this holiday he would spend making her happy, so she would always be carrying that same sweet smile she was now wearing in her sleep.
Review please!
A/N: Again a sweet chapter, I hope you liked it! The story with the airbed actually happened on my holiday only we ended up sleeping in the campsite lobby on a bench.