Title: Lies

Summary: Rory meets Tristan again at a party. They really hit it off. But what is Tristan hiding from her?

Disclaimer: I own two gorgeous pictures of Chad, a copy of the Cinderella Story and some downloaded episodes of GG and OTH. Does this mean I own Chad?

A/N: So...last chapter was short and I promised to update. And what'd'ya know...I'm updating!

When the waitress came down to take their orders they were still sitting close to each other, occasionally touching to find comfort. Rory was stroking his back, her hand enveloped in his while he was telling his story, his eyes fixed on the table. She didn't know what to say, so instead she just listened to him.

"I just...I went crazy in there"

He sighed, messing up his hair with one hand while the other still held Rory's.

She took pity on him, and wished there was something more she could do besides listen to his story. For the past half hour he had told her about the past, more things that Layla did and how it tore him apart. How she cheated on him, just stayed with him for his money. How she would not even notice when he needed comfort. He told her how they spent all their nights in silence, watching tv together, or how she would go out and stay out late. He told her that there were nights he spent all alone, even when she was with him. How he felt so alone, so cold and empty.

"I just want to feel alive again Rory, but I don't know how..."

His blue eyes looked directly at her own, a whirlpool of emotions.

Sadness.

Anger.

Hurt.

Emptiness.

It was the emptiness that scared her the most. For as long as she had known Tristan he had always been shallow, superficial, but there had always been something in his eyes. A sparkle. Something that she could only classify as joy of life. He liked his life, his pranks, his friends. He seemed happy, even when sometimes he wasn't.

But now he couldn't conceal the truth anymore. His eyes were hollow, not even a hint of a sparkle in them. He could no longer play pretend. And she knew, that whatever it was she had to do, she would do it. Anything to help him regain happiness.

"I'm here for you...you know that..."

Her fingers intertwined with his in an intimate caress, a faint blush crept up her cheeks but she kept looking straight into his eyes. There were no lies there.

Or so she thought.

Layla was sitting on the couch, flipping through a brochure that showed beautiful sunsets, pearly white beaches and seas as blue as Tristans eyes. She smiled, remembering how mesmerised she had become when he had first laid eyes on her. How the blue of his eyes seemed to intensify as he took in her appearance. She felt little butterflies tingle in her stomach, and smiled again. Even after being together for as long as she had been with Tristan, he could still make her feel tingly inside like she had just met him. He could make her feel like a teenager again, even when he wasn't there beside her.

There was no doubt in her mind that she loved him. She loved him with all her heart and she had been so happy when he had asked her to be his.

FLASHBACK

"Layla?"

She could hear his voice echoing through the hallway and felt her heart jump. When he had called her, only ten minutes before, he had spoken in a low sexy voice that made clear that he wanted something. He wanted her. And of course, she wanted him. She always did. He just had to look at her with those big blue eyes and she felt her knees go weak and her resolves crumbling.

"I'm in the kitchen"

She had been making a simple lunch for herself when Tristan had called her from his office that he was coming home to have lunch with her. And then some more.

She smiled when she felt two strong arms snaking around her waist and leaned back into his arms.

"Hey there"

She said, caressing his hand with her thumb while tilting her head a little so he could kiss her, which he always did with so much love and passion that it made her feel like she was drunk.

She was addicted to him. And he was to her.

"I got you something"

He breathed into her ear before planting a kiss on the most sensitive spot in her neck.

She moaned, feeling her knees beginning to buckle again.

"Yeah?"

Her voice was hoarse and her skin was humming. How was it possible that a man this attractive had fallen in love with her? What did she have to offer that other (prettier) girls didn't?

"Uhuh"

He kissed her once again before slowly leading her out of the kitchen and into the diningroom. His face was serious when he looked at her, love obviously shining in his eyes.

"Layla...you're my beautiful girlfriend...the one I've enjoyed spending these months with..."

Her eyes got wider. Was he breaking up with her? Was that his big surprise?

Her voice was shaky when she asked him

"But?"

"But...this isn't enough for me..."

She closed her eyes for a moment, tears burning behind her eyelids, a lump forming in her throat that she tried so hard to swallow. She wanted to fight herself out of his arms but felt like she was unable to move. So she just stayed.

"Layla..."

He let go off her and she felt so cold. So alone.

"Will you marry me?"

Her eyes flew open in surprise.

END

She still remembered how shocked she had been. How she thought she had lost everything she ever wanted. But he had made everything so much better. He had asked her to marry him and of course she had said yes.

"Can I call you again?"

"Sure"

Rory smiled and Tristan smiled back. They had spent most of the afternoon in the coffeeshop, talking or sometimes just enjoying each others company.

"I'm so glad I ran into you..."

Tristan confessed, caressing her fingers with his thumb.

"Me too...I thought that it would be another boring grandma Gilmore party...but it turned out to be something better..."

Suddenly Rory's cellphone rang and she excused herself.

"Rory"

Her face got serious again.

"You're kidding...yeah...I'll be right there..."

She hung up and got up from the chair, grabbing her jacket in the process.

"I have to go"

"What happened?"

"Big story at the paper...they want me to cover it...I'm really sorry but I have to go...this is a great opportunity..."

Tristan got up too and smiled before embracing her.

"Don't be silly, I'll be fine now, thanks to you...go and become famous with that amazing writerskills you got..."

She looked up in his eyes again, smiling for what seemed like the hundredth time this afternoon. He smiled back, and suddenly he kissed her. It was a small kiss, no tongue or passion involved, but it seemed to be more than just a small thank you.

She blushed when he let her go.

"Thank you..."

She turned around and left.

Review please!

A/N: Okay this was a little longer than the last chapter so I hope I made all you guys happy again. Uhmmm...for everybody who's confused now cause it seems like Layla is in love with Tristan...not all things are as they seem. The title of this story is Lies, and it's got that title for a reason. Somebody is lying...it's for you to decide who.