A/N: Hello everybody! I'm in a very good mood. First because I passed some
English presentation this morning, second because I finally got to see a
One Tree Hill episode. I worship Kazaa, I really do, lol. anyway... On with
the replies, I'm sure you want to read them *cough*
Just a comment: If you're looking for a really EXCELLENT AU story, check
out Lost souls by Madz. It's one of my favourite GG stories, it's more than
awesome.
Someone 2 lazy to sign in: Sorry, I should have described her. I promise I will. She's Tristan-like, I guess. Lol, blue eyes, definitely! Technically, as I live in Switzerland, German is supposed to be my second language and English my third... I'm kinda messed up, lol.
Emz-008: hope this chapter feeds your curiosity even more, lol.
Kellene: thanks for your review! I hope you'll like this chapter!
Whoa: Lol, yep, Mr Dugrey is not the nicest guy on Earth... Afraid that it'll continue. *sheepish smile*
CaNaDiAn CuTiE1: why do people stick with the one cap one other letter thingy for their names? It's annoying to write, lol. I update, I update, don't stress me out!
Ally: I update when I can, sorry! He he he... No, really, I try to update as much as I can!
Madz: Lol, of course you're always the last one to know, he he he. Gonna send next chapter tonight, check it out! I like angst, what can I say? Bubbly fluffy stories drive me mad, lol. Yep, I know, I'm already mad. Believe me, I can't believe I've got so many reviews! *twirl* Lol, don't worry, as long as I go to archaeology courses, I'll have time to write. *innocent smirk*
Jalna: Lorelei rules it all! I always wondered how she would react when meeting Tristan and yep, that's exactly how they see him, and it's not the truth, he he he... Very interesting review there, I like it! Of course Tristan is not a good guy, he would be him if he was (do I make any sense?) For now, he doesn't care about Rory, he only cares about Ria, she's gonna play a very important role in the story because she's sort of the catalyser of his emotions. It's all focused on her.
Elena7: Hello! *waves madly* Awh. poor you, it sucks! I've never gotten to see the later eps, but I know that I don't like Jess, he he he... I want you to update your One Tree Hill story! I need it, I crave for it... *crawls in front of you*.
Jazz14: yep... we CMM lovers can go so hopeless, lol. Lorelei is definitely weird. Dean... Well, he didn't have a big part in it, but I want Ria to yell at him once, would be funny. I think he was just amused to see Rory's reaction, and since he's not with her anymore, well, couldn't possibly play the annoying jealous boyfriend, right?
MaryAnee: I keep them coming... here's the next one!
Smile1: well, out of two chapters, I guess you can't really tell which one is better, but I've got a soft spot for chapter 2, don't know why. Talent. Such a subjective thing, but thanks for the compliment, I hope I won't disappoint you!
Xoxo-cmm-xoxo: Nice name! he he. Of course Ria is adorable, she's my creation. Sorry, bighead mode *impish grin* and Tristan is just... Tristan, which is very good, he he he.
Professional scatterbrain: Glad you laughed at Lorelei, it was supposed to be funny! Awh! But who said Tristan was a selfish jerk all the time? We've already seen that he isn't! Have to mention again my love for Tristan.
Angel Monroe: I know I know, my English could use some work, but well, the content is more important, right? *sheepish smile* I'm not a wise person, and I like to answer to reviews. Besides, I've already told them, so they won't be too surprised, right? A/N are fun!
Coffeechick87: What? No ramble? Shame on you, you're not a Lorelei, lol. I hope you're at least full of coffee instead!
Goofygirl: Magnifique, j'suis impressionnée, vraiment... Cool, j'peux répondre tout en français ! He he he! J'update, j'update, faut pas s'affoler. Dis, c'est pas du français d'école ça, tu viens d'où? Continue de « reviewer » et je continue de « updater » cheers.
Disclaimer: not only I don't own Tristan, but I also don't own GG. Why is the world so unfair to me? *pout* hmmpf, I guess I now crawl back into my hole and let you read, right? *sob* REVIEW!
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Chapter 3:
The little girl was curled up on her bed, rocking back and forth. She could hear the noise coming from downstairs, the vase crashing, her brother's body being thrown in the wall, his cries of pain, his begs and her father's shouts. Ria tried to cover her ears to block the nightmare out, but she knew what was happening to Tristan. She started to sob uncontrollably as she heard his first cry. Tristan was everything to her and she couldn't bear him being hurt. He was always here to protect her, but he had nobody to protect him and she felt terrible for that. Their father's words were eloquent enough to make her understand that everything was her fault. She had killed her mom, and now, Tristan was being hurt because of her. Ria always thought that if she had money and were older, she would run away so Tristan would be safe again. But she was a hopeless six year-old little girl.
She cried for a long time, even when the noise had stopped. She was scared to go down and find Tristan. She was frightened that one day she would find him dead and that she would be left all alone with Dad. Shuffled footsteps could now be heard coming toward her bedroom. Ria tensed on her bed and stopped rocking. Was it their father who would try to open the door and scream? Or would it be Tristan? She closed her eyes again and prayed all she could that it was Tristan. Finally, she heard a knock on her door and heard her brother whisper to let him in. She rushed to open the door and let Tristan take her in his arms. When she put her own arms around his neck, she felt the blood soaked shirt and his heart beating fast, but she didn't care: he was there for her.
He took her up to his room. Ria liked that place a lot, it was so different from the rest of the freezing mansion. When he put her down, she sat on his bed and looked at him. He was bloodied and bruised and had a gash going along his eyebrow. The blood rolling on his cheek was mixed with tears. He looked back at her and tried to smile to cheer her up. She didn't fall for this trick, she had seen him beaten too many times. She watched him carefully remove his shirt and clench his teeth as he felt the cloth stick to the wounds. Breathing shallowly, he sat on the floor and Ria took a towel and water to clean his injuries. She loved taking care of him in those moments. She felt like the roles were finally reversed and that it was her turn to protect him.
When she was finished with the wounds cleaning, she threw the towel away as Tristan gingerly got up. The boy was feeling dizzy, his head was spinning and he just collapsed on his bed. Ria was worried. He hadn't shown such weakness when he had taken her in his arms before. Tristan, on his side, was feeling terrible. The pain in his chest was excruciating it was slowly killing him. He still had the images of this afternoon running in his head, making him feel more miserable than he already was. Looking at his little sister was like the final shot. Seeing her, standing there with her little hands all crimson and dry tears on her face was unbearable. He started to cry, unable to look strong in front of Ria anymore. She stayed with him again that night, cuddled against him and holding his hand.
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*Rory's pov* It's around 8 pm, we're nicely having a coffee at Luke's and Mom is still rambling about Tristan. I'm slowly reaching the point where I start to plot a way to make her shut up definitively and drastically. For now, I can block her out, since it's Luke who's being told the whole story about our encounter with Spawn of Satan.
"So, you see, Luke. It seems that Rory hasn't mentioned that important factor. I want a hell that involves gorgeous guys too."
"You've already said that three times," Luke sighed, his hands tapping on the counter.
"I know. You generally fill my cup when I say that, in a desperate attempt to make me shut up. How can you take all this so peacefully? My daughter lives a hell with an Adonis and I'm stuck with MICHEL!"
"My hell is Lorelei-ish."
Mom sighs. "See, everybody's lucky but me."
I can't help snicker at Luke watching Mom with aggravation. Fake aggravation, should I say. Everybody knows that he loves his little hell, deep down. Of course, my snicker gets their attention and while Luke stares at me with a look that clearly pleads me to make her get out, Mom comes again to the topic of his history notes, for like the sixth time, I've to add.
"See Rory, if we send them to a graphologist, they can tell us what his personality is. I've already done that with Kirk once, it was funny. I could write a book on Kirk now: "Kirk the Unstable". They said he was psychologically in a precarious state, that he was negative and falling in love with impossible women to reach, namely me, he he he. I swear, graphology is the best science ever. I bet I would have been more attentive than in Chem, I mean, who wants to know about the little things twirling around another little thing, you know, that complicated diagram on your sciences book cover. but now, maybe Tristan likes Chem, you never know. Well, it would be annoying, I don't want my girl to go out with boys who will finish with blown up hair in a lost lab. Gee, I nearly forgot to tell you about his hair, Luke! He's got blonde tousled hair, you just want to roam through it with your hand, and I bet it's really silky and-"
"Lorelei, last time I checked, I didn't care about guys' hair. Rory, make her go!" I swear, Luke is on the edge of falling to his knees in front of me.
"I'll go only if I have another cup of coffee." Mom grins evilly.
"No, you've already taken advantage of my current weakness for too long. Now, OUT, I don't want Miss Patty to hear about that Tristan guy and she's coming this way."
"Mmmmh. I think I'll stay then. Till you fill the cup. My next topic will be Tristan's attitude toward his little sister."
It's quite amazing how a cup can be magically filled when you say the right words. I finally manage to drag Mom out of Luke's. I guess it's going to be a very very long weekend. I can already see myself being buried under rambling about Tristan every day till the end of my miserable life. Why did he have to be at the mall today? I'm going to hate the coffee gods for that forever. Why couldn't he stay at home? On the walk, Mom is again on the topic about graphology. I don't listen, I know there's nothing to discover about him.
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*Sunday morning*
I wake up at the sound of somebody in my room. I hear mom softly swear when she knocks into my desk. I remain still and open my eyes a bit. I can see her between my eyelids searching through the papers on my table. It's not exactly difficult to figure out what she went on a crusade in my mess for.
"Mom, Tristan's notes are in my bag." I lazily mumble and roll on my side to hide my smile. When I'm calm enough to show her a neutral face, I roll to face her again. She stands sheepishly in front of my bed, dressed all in black, with sunglasses and black gloves. I can't help raise my eyebrow at the sight of her.
"Why on Earth are you wearing that outfit?"
"To put myself in James bond's mode, you silly. I'm on a secret mission to steal documents that have to be analyzed by the government's experts in-"
"Graphology, by any chance?"
She plops on my bed as her grin widens.
"You're a smart girl, you should join CIA. Then you would let me in the headquarters, and I would meet handsome spies and I would get to go in fancy parties, it would be great!"
"Mom, you already go in fancy parties, and you systematically get absolutely bored. Now, be a nice girl, go and fetch us coffee. And for everybody's sake, get over that Tristan obsession!"
"But Rory, imagine if Tristan wants to join the CIA! You'd have to start and train!" she whines.
My only reaction to this is to collapse on my bed and hide my head under my pillow. I don't want to be tomorrow night, when I'll come back from school and will have a manic mother jumping up and down on my bed to know how my encounter with my torturer was. It amuses her greatly that I'm tortured, it's morbid. The smell of coffee makes me throw my pillow away and get up. Mom is still wearing her black outfit with her gloves; I hope she doesn't ask me to put the same clothes on and that we don't go out for a tour downtown, running and holding fake guns. And I pray nobody complained about Mom's behaviour in front of Miss Patty, I don't exactly need to have her come and ramble with Mom. Tristan really makes my life a living hell even when he's not around.
"So, what do you want to do today? Shall we go to Hartford and find the house of that gorgeous-"
"Mom, shut up before I make you do so." I close my eyes and sigh heavily.
"Tell me you have a vision of Tristan and that you sigh of content."
All I can do is growl in frustration and head back to my room. How am I supposed to go through that day? Chilton seems nearly HEAVEN next to that nightmare! I find the phone under a pile of magazines and dial Lane's number, but I remember that we're Sunday morning and that Lane is probably at the mass right now. I then dial Deans' number, but the only answer I get is his sister saying that he's gone all day with Samantha. I don't like that girl, it's her fault if I'm stuck with Mom all day.
When I go back in the kitchen to fill my mug again, Mom is writing. I look at her from the corner of my eye, and figure out that she's making a list. I roll my eyes once more when I read the title at the top of the page. "Tristan's good and bad points". And it seems that the "bad" column is nearly empty while the "good" column is over full of scribbling. I grab the phone again and dial Paris' number. I'm really desperate.
"Paris Gellar"
"Thank God, you're here! It's Rory Gilmore. Pray tell me that you do nothing today."
"I do some schoolwork."
"Amen, emergency situation. Can I come over to work with you? Or we can go to the library. Whatever you want, but pleeeeeaaaase, don't leave me in that hell."
"What's the matter?"
"My mom met Tristan."
I hear her chuckle at the other end. Paris chuckling can come quite a shock since it's exceptional.
"I know what you mean. I'm glad my mother met him when we were too young too be settled with each other. I'll wait for you in the public library, contemporary history section, row 5." And she hangs up the phone. Typically Paris, but I'm so relieved that I can't condemn her harshness. I'll owe her forever. I meet Mom in the kitchen again. She's finished with her list and is currently pinning it on a wall.
"Mom, I spend the day with Paris, we have to work. I'll be in Hartford, in the library."
"Great, maybe you'll meet Tristan! Have a nice day, don't work too much! I'm off to annoy Luke."
"Mom, are you really going to go out clad in this thing?"
"Naturally. If I meet and older Tristan, I want him to fall on his knees in front of my wild and mysterious beauty."
I roll my eyes again and go to pack my things. I just hope spending the day with Paris will be less horrible than with Mom. Even if it's only a tad bit.
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Now be nice and press the review button. Lorelei-ish rambling if you do. *innocent smirk*
Someone 2 lazy to sign in: Sorry, I should have described her. I promise I will. She's Tristan-like, I guess. Lol, blue eyes, definitely! Technically, as I live in Switzerland, German is supposed to be my second language and English my third... I'm kinda messed up, lol.
Emz-008: hope this chapter feeds your curiosity even more, lol.
Kellene: thanks for your review! I hope you'll like this chapter!
Whoa: Lol, yep, Mr Dugrey is not the nicest guy on Earth... Afraid that it'll continue. *sheepish smile*
CaNaDiAn CuTiE1: why do people stick with the one cap one other letter thingy for their names? It's annoying to write, lol. I update, I update, don't stress me out!
Ally: I update when I can, sorry! He he he... No, really, I try to update as much as I can!
Madz: Lol, of course you're always the last one to know, he he he. Gonna send next chapter tonight, check it out! I like angst, what can I say? Bubbly fluffy stories drive me mad, lol. Yep, I know, I'm already mad. Believe me, I can't believe I've got so many reviews! *twirl* Lol, don't worry, as long as I go to archaeology courses, I'll have time to write. *innocent smirk*
Jalna: Lorelei rules it all! I always wondered how she would react when meeting Tristan and yep, that's exactly how they see him, and it's not the truth, he he he... Very interesting review there, I like it! Of course Tristan is not a good guy, he would be him if he was (do I make any sense?) For now, he doesn't care about Rory, he only cares about Ria, she's gonna play a very important role in the story because she's sort of the catalyser of his emotions. It's all focused on her.
Elena7: Hello! *waves madly* Awh. poor you, it sucks! I've never gotten to see the later eps, but I know that I don't like Jess, he he he... I want you to update your One Tree Hill story! I need it, I crave for it... *crawls in front of you*.
Jazz14: yep... we CMM lovers can go so hopeless, lol. Lorelei is definitely weird. Dean... Well, he didn't have a big part in it, but I want Ria to yell at him once, would be funny. I think he was just amused to see Rory's reaction, and since he's not with her anymore, well, couldn't possibly play the annoying jealous boyfriend, right?
MaryAnee: I keep them coming... here's the next one!
Smile1: well, out of two chapters, I guess you can't really tell which one is better, but I've got a soft spot for chapter 2, don't know why. Talent. Such a subjective thing, but thanks for the compliment, I hope I won't disappoint you!
Xoxo-cmm-xoxo: Nice name! he he. Of course Ria is adorable, she's my creation. Sorry, bighead mode *impish grin* and Tristan is just... Tristan, which is very good, he he he.
Professional scatterbrain: Glad you laughed at Lorelei, it was supposed to be funny! Awh! But who said Tristan was a selfish jerk all the time? We've already seen that he isn't! Have to mention again my love for Tristan.
Angel Monroe: I know I know, my English could use some work, but well, the content is more important, right? *sheepish smile* I'm not a wise person, and I like to answer to reviews. Besides, I've already told them, so they won't be too surprised, right? A/N are fun!
Coffeechick87: What? No ramble? Shame on you, you're not a Lorelei, lol. I hope you're at least full of coffee instead!
Goofygirl: Magnifique, j'suis impressionnée, vraiment... Cool, j'peux répondre tout en français ! He he he! J'update, j'update, faut pas s'affoler. Dis, c'est pas du français d'école ça, tu viens d'où? Continue de « reviewer » et je continue de « updater » cheers.
Disclaimer: not only I don't own Tristan, but I also don't own GG. Why is the world so unfair to me? *pout* hmmpf, I guess I now crawl back into my hole and let you read, right? *sob* REVIEW!
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Chapter 3:
The little girl was curled up on her bed, rocking back and forth. She could hear the noise coming from downstairs, the vase crashing, her brother's body being thrown in the wall, his cries of pain, his begs and her father's shouts. Ria tried to cover her ears to block the nightmare out, but she knew what was happening to Tristan. She started to sob uncontrollably as she heard his first cry. Tristan was everything to her and she couldn't bear him being hurt. He was always here to protect her, but he had nobody to protect him and she felt terrible for that. Their father's words were eloquent enough to make her understand that everything was her fault. She had killed her mom, and now, Tristan was being hurt because of her. Ria always thought that if she had money and were older, she would run away so Tristan would be safe again. But she was a hopeless six year-old little girl.
She cried for a long time, even when the noise had stopped. She was scared to go down and find Tristan. She was frightened that one day she would find him dead and that she would be left all alone with Dad. Shuffled footsteps could now be heard coming toward her bedroom. Ria tensed on her bed and stopped rocking. Was it their father who would try to open the door and scream? Or would it be Tristan? She closed her eyes again and prayed all she could that it was Tristan. Finally, she heard a knock on her door and heard her brother whisper to let him in. She rushed to open the door and let Tristan take her in his arms. When she put her own arms around his neck, she felt the blood soaked shirt and his heart beating fast, but she didn't care: he was there for her.
He took her up to his room. Ria liked that place a lot, it was so different from the rest of the freezing mansion. When he put her down, she sat on his bed and looked at him. He was bloodied and bruised and had a gash going along his eyebrow. The blood rolling on his cheek was mixed with tears. He looked back at her and tried to smile to cheer her up. She didn't fall for this trick, she had seen him beaten too many times. She watched him carefully remove his shirt and clench his teeth as he felt the cloth stick to the wounds. Breathing shallowly, he sat on the floor and Ria took a towel and water to clean his injuries. She loved taking care of him in those moments. She felt like the roles were finally reversed and that it was her turn to protect him.
When she was finished with the wounds cleaning, she threw the towel away as Tristan gingerly got up. The boy was feeling dizzy, his head was spinning and he just collapsed on his bed. Ria was worried. He hadn't shown such weakness when he had taken her in his arms before. Tristan, on his side, was feeling terrible. The pain in his chest was excruciating it was slowly killing him. He still had the images of this afternoon running in his head, making him feel more miserable than he already was. Looking at his little sister was like the final shot. Seeing her, standing there with her little hands all crimson and dry tears on her face was unbearable. He started to cry, unable to look strong in front of Ria anymore. She stayed with him again that night, cuddled against him and holding his hand.
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*Rory's pov* It's around 8 pm, we're nicely having a coffee at Luke's and Mom is still rambling about Tristan. I'm slowly reaching the point where I start to plot a way to make her shut up definitively and drastically. For now, I can block her out, since it's Luke who's being told the whole story about our encounter with Spawn of Satan.
"So, you see, Luke. It seems that Rory hasn't mentioned that important factor. I want a hell that involves gorgeous guys too."
"You've already said that three times," Luke sighed, his hands tapping on the counter.
"I know. You generally fill my cup when I say that, in a desperate attempt to make me shut up. How can you take all this so peacefully? My daughter lives a hell with an Adonis and I'm stuck with MICHEL!"
"My hell is Lorelei-ish."
Mom sighs. "See, everybody's lucky but me."
I can't help snicker at Luke watching Mom with aggravation. Fake aggravation, should I say. Everybody knows that he loves his little hell, deep down. Of course, my snicker gets their attention and while Luke stares at me with a look that clearly pleads me to make her get out, Mom comes again to the topic of his history notes, for like the sixth time, I've to add.
"See Rory, if we send them to a graphologist, they can tell us what his personality is. I've already done that with Kirk once, it was funny. I could write a book on Kirk now: "Kirk the Unstable". They said he was psychologically in a precarious state, that he was negative and falling in love with impossible women to reach, namely me, he he he. I swear, graphology is the best science ever. I bet I would have been more attentive than in Chem, I mean, who wants to know about the little things twirling around another little thing, you know, that complicated diagram on your sciences book cover. but now, maybe Tristan likes Chem, you never know. Well, it would be annoying, I don't want my girl to go out with boys who will finish with blown up hair in a lost lab. Gee, I nearly forgot to tell you about his hair, Luke! He's got blonde tousled hair, you just want to roam through it with your hand, and I bet it's really silky and-"
"Lorelei, last time I checked, I didn't care about guys' hair. Rory, make her go!" I swear, Luke is on the edge of falling to his knees in front of me.
"I'll go only if I have another cup of coffee." Mom grins evilly.
"No, you've already taken advantage of my current weakness for too long. Now, OUT, I don't want Miss Patty to hear about that Tristan guy and she's coming this way."
"Mmmmh. I think I'll stay then. Till you fill the cup. My next topic will be Tristan's attitude toward his little sister."
It's quite amazing how a cup can be magically filled when you say the right words. I finally manage to drag Mom out of Luke's. I guess it's going to be a very very long weekend. I can already see myself being buried under rambling about Tristan every day till the end of my miserable life. Why did he have to be at the mall today? I'm going to hate the coffee gods for that forever. Why couldn't he stay at home? On the walk, Mom is again on the topic about graphology. I don't listen, I know there's nothing to discover about him.
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*Sunday morning*
I wake up at the sound of somebody in my room. I hear mom softly swear when she knocks into my desk. I remain still and open my eyes a bit. I can see her between my eyelids searching through the papers on my table. It's not exactly difficult to figure out what she went on a crusade in my mess for.
"Mom, Tristan's notes are in my bag." I lazily mumble and roll on my side to hide my smile. When I'm calm enough to show her a neutral face, I roll to face her again. She stands sheepishly in front of my bed, dressed all in black, with sunglasses and black gloves. I can't help raise my eyebrow at the sight of her.
"Why on Earth are you wearing that outfit?"
"To put myself in James bond's mode, you silly. I'm on a secret mission to steal documents that have to be analyzed by the government's experts in-"
"Graphology, by any chance?"
She plops on my bed as her grin widens.
"You're a smart girl, you should join CIA. Then you would let me in the headquarters, and I would meet handsome spies and I would get to go in fancy parties, it would be great!"
"Mom, you already go in fancy parties, and you systematically get absolutely bored. Now, be a nice girl, go and fetch us coffee. And for everybody's sake, get over that Tristan obsession!"
"But Rory, imagine if Tristan wants to join the CIA! You'd have to start and train!" she whines.
My only reaction to this is to collapse on my bed and hide my head under my pillow. I don't want to be tomorrow night, when I'll come back from school and will have a manic mother jumping up and down on my bed to know how my encounter with my torturer was. It amuses her greatly that I'm tortured, it's morbid. The smell of coffee makes me throw my pillow away and get up. Mom is still wearing her black outfit with her gloves; I hope she doesn't ask me to put the same clothes on and that we don't go out for a tour downtown, running and holding fake guns. And I pray nobody complained about Mom's behaviour in front of Miss Patty, I don't exactly need to have her come and ramble with Mom. Tristan really makes my life a living hell even when he's not around.
"So, what do you want to do today? Shall we go to Hartford and find the house of that gorgeous-"
"Mom, shut up before I make you do so." I close my eyes and sigh heavily.
"Tell me you have a vision of Tristan and that you sigh of content."
All I can do is growl in frustration and head back to my room. How am I supposed to go through that day? Chilton seems nearly HEAVEN next to that nightmare! I find the phone under a pile of magazines and dial Lane's number, but I remember that we're Sunday morning and that Lane is probably at the mass right now. I then dial Deans' number, but the only answer I get is his sister saying that he's gone all day with Samantha. I don't like that girl, it's her fault if I'm stuck with Mom all day.
When I go back in the kitchen to fill my mug again, Mom is writing. I look at her from the corner of my eye, and figure out that she's making a list. I roll my eyes once more when I read the title at the top of the page. "Tristan's good and bad points". And it seems that the "bad" column is nearly empty while the "good" column is over full of scribbling. I grab the phone again and dial Paris' number. I'm really desperate.
"Paris Gellar"
"Thank God, you're here! It's Rory Gilmore. Pray tell me that you do nothing today."
"I do some schoolwork."
"Amen, emergency situation. Can I come over to work with you? Or we can go to the library. Whatever you want, but pleeeeeaaaase, don't leave me in that hell."
"What's the matter?"
"My mom met Tristan."
I hear her chuckle at the other end. Paris chuckling can come quite a shock since it's exceptional.
"I know what you mean. I'm glad my mother met him when we were too young too be settled with each other. I'll wait for you in the public library, contemporary history section, row 5." And she hangs up the phone. Typically Paris, but I'm so relieved that I can't condemn her harshness. I'll owe her forever. I meet Mom in the kitchen again. She's finished with her list and is currently pinning it on a wall.
"Mom, I spend the day with Paris, we have to work. I'll be in Hartford, in the library."
"Great, maybe you'll meet Tristan! Have a nice day, don't work too much! I'm off to annoy Luke."
"Mom, are you really going to go out clad in this thing?"
"Naturally. If I meet and older Tristan, I want him to fall on his knees in front of my wild and mysterious beauty."
I roll my eyes again and go to pack my things. I just hope spending the day with Paris will be less horrible than with Mom. Even if it's only a tad bit.
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Now be nice and press the review button. Lorelei-ish rambling if you do. *innocent smirk*