Title: Lies
Summary: Rory meets Tristan at a party. They really hit it off. But what is Tristan hiding from her?
Disclaimer: I don't own anything. Wish I did though, then I would have at least two hot guys in my bedroom...Tris and Jess...yummie!
A/N: Sorry for the lack in updates! I really hope I will have more time & inspiration cause all you readers deserve it! If you have any ideas/comments please tell me in a review!
Last Chapter:
"Look, it's not like I want to seduce you or something...but could I maybe have your phonenumber? Just to call sometimes...when things are rough..."
Rory turned around and looked at him. She smiled sweetly.
"Sure...just let me grab a pen"
She went inside and found a pen on the table, accompanied by a piece of paper that her mother had scribbled something on. Tearing a piece of it she quickly jotted down her phonenumber, when suddenly she felt a presence behind her.
Spinning around, holding up the pen as if it could form some kind of weapon just in case a burglar chose this night to visit Stars Hollow, she breathed relieved when she was looking into Tristans amused eyes.
"Wanting to kill me Mare?"
She slapped his chest.
"Never do that again"
He grinned.
"Or else?"
"You won't get my number"
She teased. He wrapped his arms around her and fumbled the little paper from her hands.
"Already got it babe"
Their bantering suddenly stopped when he planted a soft kiss on her cheek. His eyes were honest and a little vulnerability showed in them.
"Thanks"
With that he left.
Chapter 4:
Rory hadn't heard from Tristan in a week, and she found herself thinking about him more often than not. Wondering how he was doing, whether he was hiding his feelings from everybody like he used to do in Chilton, just laughing it away while deep inside he was going crazy. She wondered whether Layla knew him, really knew him like she thought she did. Even when they had just talked for half an hour at that party, she had felt a connection with him she never had felt with anybody except maybe her mom. He had been so open, so vulnerable. He had trusted her to keep his secret, and she had.
Even when her mother had asked her all about the party, she had stayed silent. When Lorelai prodded, whining, grumbled, trying to find out who that boy was she had allowed herself to be driven home with, she had never revealed the truth. She had just mumbled something about someone she used to know and left it at that.
But in her head she couldn't forget about him. About his eyes that seemed so honest. The pain she had felt seering through her body as he told her about the loveless marriage he was stuck in. She wished she could do something, but all she could do was wait for his call. It drove her crazy.
To get some distraction she went to Hartford, determined to find a few new books at the bookstore. And maybe some coffee. Her mobile phone was hidden safely in her purse, which she never even let out of sight, because she wouldn't want to miss his call.
Walking through the aisles she breathed in the scent that was so familiar to her. Old books. She loved walking through this bookstore because it made her feel timeless and right in place. Books never cared about the way she looked, so she could walk in dressed in sweatpants and an oversized t-shirt with her hair messed up and no make-up on. Books would never turn her down like boys seemed to do. She could just pick one up and start reading without having to worry about being funny or pretty enough.
Sitting down on a chair she skimmed through some pages of an interesting looking book, a faint smile on her lips and a dreamy look in her eyes. The peace and quiet was suddenly disturbed by a loud ringing noise.
Looking up she tried to distinguish where the sound came from, who she could blame for being torn away from her dreamworld, when suddenly she noticed that it came from her purse.
Blushing deeply she reached into her purse and took out her phone, quickly opening it to make the sound stop.
"Hello?"
"Can we meet somewhere? I'm in Hartford now...and I really need to talk to you"
She got up, not bothering to put the books in their rightful shelves, and walking out of the bookstore as fast as she could.
"Sure, where are you?"
"I'm near this coffeeshop called Lakers..."
"I know where that is. I'm really close. I'll be there in five minutes okay?"
"Thanks"
She hung up, quickening her pace, while her thoughts whirled around in her head. What had happened? Tristan had sounded so down. Had things gotten out of hand? Had Layla thrown him out?
She sped herself to the coffeecorner, immediately engulfing him into a big hug when she saw him. He wrapped his arms around her waist and hid his face into her hair, taking a few deep breaths before pulling back.
"What happened?"
She sat down close to him, tucking a strand of his hair behind his ear in an intimate gesture.
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A/N: okay this is short but I really wanted to update and I had to go. So this just shows the intimacy that is growing between them. I will update soon! If you have any ideas, please email them in a review!