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Lost In You

Chapter 7: Now or Never

Rory had left the dance and was now on her way over to Tristan's place. She was about half way there when her cell phone rang. After quickly glancing down at the caller id, she pulled the car over.

"Hey," She answered.

"Hey, what happened to you?" Logan replied.

"I just had to...uh..." Rory stopped; she couldn't think of a way to explain what she was about to do without hurting Logan's feelings.

"You're on your way over to Tristan's aren't you?"

"I'm sorry Logan," Rory replied softly.

"Its ok, I understand. I'll talk to you later." And with that last remark, Logan disconnected the call.

Rory sighed and silently kicked herself; if she doesn't fix things withTristan tonight, she will end up successfully erasing two guys from her life in a matter of hours.

Rory arrived at the DuGrey house and looked up at the prestigious home that she had so frequently visited. It was funny how a home could seem so inviting, yet pose an enormous threat to one of the longest lasting friendships of her life. Rory made her way to the front door and knocked. After what seemed like hours, the door swung open and she was greeted by a disheveled Tristan.

"Hey," He greeted her, stepping to the side in a silent invitation to come in.

Rory stepped inside and awkwardly replied "Hey." The two had been best friends for so long and had been able to talk for hours about nothing. Now, it was just a struggle to get out some simple "Heys."

"So what's up?" Tristan questioned as the two made their way into the lounge room.

Rory sat on the familiar couch that had housed their many movie nights. Wringing her hands nervously, she said "We need to sort all this out. When you didn't turn up at the dance, I figured it had something to do with our fight."

"Little presumptuous." Tristan coldly remarked.

Rory tried to conceal her frown as she realized that this wasn't going to be easy. She was too stubborn to allow him to know that he had already hurt her feelings in the first 5 minutes of her visit.

"Well then, why didn't you turn up? The infamous Mr. DuGrey never misses a dance."

"Didn't wanna go. It's as simple as that." Tristan said, staring into her blue eyes with his. Their eyes remained locked until he abruptly broke the connection by looking towards the movie that was playing. The tension between them could be cut with a knife and Rory began to feel extremely uncomfortable and stood from the couch.

"Look maybe this was a bad idea. I can tell that you aren't in the mood to talk and once you're in one of your 'moods' no one can persuade you otherwise."

She motioned to leave but was stopped when Tristan grabbed her by the arm. He spun her around until she was facing him, and she silently looked up at him as he leant down and kissed her softly on the lips. All his anger seemed to have disappeared when his lips touched hers. After a moment, Rory pushed on his torso, breaking the embrace.

Wiping her hand across her mouth in disgust, she angrily said, "We fight for a whole week, I come here to try and make things better and you kiss me. What the hell Tristan? All this 'friends with benefits' stuff is what got us in this mess in the first place. I can't believe you!" Rory looked at him seething and Tristan returned her look with one of hurt and confusion.

"I just thought..." He began.

Rory sighed and shook her head in disappointment. "No Tristan, you never think, that's your problem." Giving him one last steely look, she stormed past Tristan, out of the house and into her car.

'Yep two guys in a few hours, I'm on fire.' Rory thought as she started her car and raced towards home.

In a fit of rage, Tristan ran towards the window and stared at the now empty space where Rory's car had sped off. He knew that if he didn't fix this quickly, he could possibly lose her forever. He wasn't sure as to what his feelings for Rory were, but the moment he kissed her something occurred to him. Maybe he liked her more than he realized. As he kissed her, his body melted and he could feel all his anger draining away; she was like a fresh breath of calm air to his anger-driven mood. But once she had pushed him away, he knew that he had made the worst possible thing happen. He'd stuffed up any chance of her being able to trust him with their friendship again, he had made it seem like all he wanted to do was make out and forget the real problem at hand.

Tristan couldn't believe he was openly admitting that he was severely wrong in wanting to kiss her, but he couldn't help it. All he wanted to do from the moment she entered his house was grab her in his arms and kiss her and tell her he was sorry for being such a dick lately. But he couldn't say sorry so openly, it wasn't what he did. Well, not usually, but then again kissing a girl in the middle of a heated argument wasn't exactly precedent either.

Tristan picked up his cell phone and texted Rory: 'I'm sorry. I was outta line, can we talk when you get home?'

Tristan placed his cell on the coffee table in front of him and switched the channel. He had been watching a re-run of Jumanji and he couldn't stand to watch it any longer. He wasn't sure if she would respond, because even when things were normal between them she hardly ever wrote back. To his surprise, after about 30 minutes he received a text which read: 'Yeah in about an hour. You're forgiven.' Tristan smiled, he was now going to make it up to her.

About an hour later, Tristan pulled up at the gates of Rory's home. He didn't want to enter the driveway, as the rustle of the gravel would make too much noise. Instead, he ran up the manicured lawn and to the front door. He jingled the door knob, and just as he had expected, it was open. He entered the foyer and quietly made his way up the staircase. He walked down the carpeted hall and stopped at her bedroom door, which was luckily ajar. Slowly, he stepped in to see her lying on her bed, under the quilt, with a cup of coffee in her hands. Fortunately for him, her bed didn't face the door and she wouldn't notice him entering. He silently crept over to her bed, where he noticed her staring off into the distance, lost in thought.

Awkwardly Tristan whispered in her ear, "Hey."

Rory jumped and the coffee spilled over both of them. "Tristan!"

"Hey," He repeated louder this time.

Rory was wiping the coffee off her self and took notice of his own coffee stained t-shirt.

"What are you doing here?" She asked curiously.

Smirking, he said, "You said we could talk in an hour. So here I am."

"I didn't think you meant in the flesh." She answered, handing him a tissue to wipe the coffee from himself.

"I just wanted to say this all to your face, because I think it means more this way." He took the tissue and began wiping the excess coffee off.

After an adequate attempt, he resigned to the fact that the shirt was ruined. An awkward silence followed and Rory became impatient.

"Well?" Rory inquired.

Tristan took a seat on her bed and sighed, it was now or never. "I've been a jerk. I know that. And I really don't know why, but I do know that I messed everything up. And for that I'm sorry. I'm sorry we had to fight like 3 year olds. Growing up, you have always seemed like the sister I never had, someone who was there for me, someone I could share my secrets and all that stuff with. I also felt that I could protect you. But lately, I haven't been thinking of you as my sister. I want to be more than just friends with you. I don't know how much more than just friends, but I can't push what I feel for you to the side any longer. I think we've gotten so close over the years that now I feel the need to protect you. But lately I've been the only one hurting you, and for that I'm also sorry." Tristan stopped to let everything sink in and when Rory looked back at him expectantly, he continued.

"Everything's been such a blur lately, and I haven't been able to get a grip on the whole situation. You've always meant something to me Rory, something deep and I never want to lose you. These past few days have shown me that. You're my best friend, you always have been, and you always will be. Never, ever, have any doubts about that. I just wish we could be able to make this work. I've always wanted to be something more, but now that I've seen what it's become, I never want you to go through the pain and heartache of me being such a jerk and hurting you again."

Rory remained silent.

Tristan looked over at the quiet Rory; he cupped her chin in his hand and lifted her head so that they were both looking into each other's eyes.

"I'm sorry."

Letting out a long sigh, she replied, "That was quite the little speech my friend. Is that it?"

Tristan smiled and softly said, "Yeah...that's all of it."

A/N: Hope you enjoyed the chapter! If you would like me to update please give me lots of reviews, they motivate me and I really appreciate them. The chapters are also getting longer, this is now my longest ever written, that's due to all the reviews I keep receiving thanks everyone! Sorry again for the inability to review again.