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 got this gorgeous poster of Chad in my room. I fear that's as close as I'll ever be to having the real thing, which sadly is owned by Sophia Bush.

A/N: there's no excuse, I know, I haven't updated in forever. Thing is, I've been having trouble with my wrist (deterioration) and well basically it just sucks because I can't type for a long time. Plus I've been on the couch for about three months, something to do with my ankle. And no, I didn't have a laptop. Sigh. Well, that actually IS an excuse. Anyway I'm back now and today is all about the updates so please review!

Last Chapter: Daring Rory confuses Tristan. What should he do? Play along? Show his true self?

..:Start of the next schoolyear:..

"Tristan"

"Leave me alone"

"But...Tris..."

"Are you deaf?"

Tristan turned to face the girl that had been practically chasing him all around the school for the better part of the day. His eyes, which usually were gleaming with another un-executed plan were now dark and stormy, and looking anywhere except at her.

"I just...I wanted to say..."

"I'm not interested in whatever you have to say Rory."

He turned around, not wanting to face her another second. Clutching his fists he tried to control his anger and regulate his steps. She didn't have to know how much she hurt him.

Part of him knew he should have seen this coming. He should have realised it was too good to be true. He was played, like he had played so many girls. He knew he deserved it, but that still didn't mean he wasn't furious. He had been honest with her for gods' sake! When had he ever been honest about his feelings before? Never! He had always played a part, flirting with everything that had boobs and a cute face, always ignoring the little voice in his head that said that he wasn't like that. That he only wanted one girl. That he wanted it all, the whole package. Love, butterflies, holding hands and skipping on the sidewalks. Okay, well maybe not that last part. He just wanted to be happy dammit! And she had made him happy. Oh god. Two days he had been insanely happy.

"Tristan?"

"Hmm?"

They were in a hotel in Copenhagen, both lying on the bed and watching a movie. Rory's hand was continuously travelling between the large bowl of popcorn and her mouth, and she was incredibly close to Tristan. He didn't mind. He was watching her, how she licked her fingers in that very arousing manner. How she looked at him, an intense smile lingering on her face. He didn't know what the hell had gotten into her but he sure as hell didn't mind.

"It says here on the label that this lipgloss tastes like cherry...but I'm not sure...could you check it out for me?"

Her innocent face almost drove him crazy. Was she inviting him to kiss her?

"Uhh...sure...just give me the gloss and I'll put some on"

She giggled, her hand caressing his muscles.

"No silly...not like that..."

She scooted closer to him and played with his hair for a second, before lowering her lips onto his.

He moaned, thinking back of that one evening he had spent in pure bliss. Suddenly Rory had been kissing him, licking his upperlip in this incredibly intimate manner that made him just want to die and go straight to heaven. Damn. She was an amazing kisser. An amazing person. And god that body of hers. Those perky breasts, her chest that was heaving because of him. Because of his ministrations. Oh god.

"Hmm...yeah...god that feels good"

She arched her body into his touch. His hands were wandering all over her body, wondering how far she would allow him to go. So far, she hadn't made any attempt to stop him. Instead she had taken off her top, allowing him better access to her neck and breasts. His hand was fingering her bra, trying to get it off and cursing himself inwardly. Why why why was he suddenly unable to open a bra? Why were his fingers shaking like this? It was not like he never had sex before! He knew how to satisfy a girl. He could do this.

She kissed him again.

Sitting in class he could barely suppress a groan. He should have realised this wasn't the real Rory. He should have seen it coming. She would never just give herself to him like that. What had he been thinking!

Two days later they were still in that same hotelroom. Basically they had spent their time cuddling, kissing and exploring their new relationship. Oh and eating of course because they certainly needed the energy.

He was kissing her neck, his hands on her hips as he felt the water run down his body. When she had whispered in his ear how she had always fantasised about them being in the shower together he hadn't wasted any time. Within mere seconds they had been in the bathroom, stripping each others clothes until all they were wearing was underwear. She wasn't ready to sleep with him yet and he fully accepted that. He didn't even try to go further than she allowed him.

At the end of the second day he had said it. It had felt so right. Once again they were on the bed, cradled in each others arms, watching a movie and occasionally exchanging a kiss. His hand had somehow ended up stroking her hair and he loved the little sighs of contentment she made. His heart felt like it was going to explode with happiness, and right then, right there he blurted it out.

"I'm crazy about you".

Suddenly Rory was on the other side of the bed. How did she end up there? She stood up, her hands firmly placed on her hips and a satisfied smirk on her face. Why did she remind him of himself?

"So it's true then...the great DuGrey has feelings..."

He smiled, trying to believe that she was just teasing him though her tone didn't seem to fit. It was cold, cruel. Like him, a little voice in his head said. She was acting like he did.

"You know I do..."

She shook her head, a little smile still playing on her lips.

"So what's the next step Tris? What do you usually do when you've had your fun? You know...I think I'm rather good at this whole player thing already so let me just guess...you say something like..."I know you do babe...look...I gotta jet...we've had fun". Or do you just get up and leave without a word?"

He sat up, watching her.

"What are you talking about?"

Her laugh was chilling.

"I've played the player. Made a bet, how long it would take me to get you crazy about me. I must admit, it was easier than I thought. I would have expected you to keep playing longer..."

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A/N: Next chapter I'll explain Rory's reasons for this whole charade. Just one hint already: she didn't believe him when he said he was crazy about her.

A/N: Okay so most of you said holiday was more original. But I was rather inspired by a review from alohagirlie, so there ya go.