One Night's Mistake

By: RoxyRoo

Disclaimer: I own nothing.

Summery: A story of how one night's mistake, can ruin the lives of two people.

AN: Once again, thank you for all your wonderful reviews! Logan will defiantly be in the next chapter ;). I already have it written, and it looks to be my longest chapter so far. Someone mention that they didn't like the fact that Tristan just came out of a two year relationship, not wanting them to rebound each other. Don't worry it will not be a rebound relationship, with what I have planned. There's reasoning behind me having them both just coming out of serious relationships (Rory and Logan have been together about a year). Also, that's to show Rory that he can be serious with a girl, unlike in his high school days.
Anyways, on with the chapter :). Hope you all enjoy, and make sure to REVIEW!

Chapter Five

"This is your place?" Rory asked surprised, as she stepped into Tristan's apartment. She set the box she was carrying down, and looked around. She was surprise to find how clean it was. She had always expected Tristan to be a slob or something, not this neat.

"Yup," Tristan said, also setting his box down, and going over to the phone. "Let's see how many people saw the article this morning..."

Rory grinned at his smirk, as he pushed play.

"Tristan my dearest, it's Abby-gail your favorite person in the whole wide world. How dare you run off getting married without telling me? Some bond we have... Now I must resign to my room where I will weep over the end of your life..."

Rory looked at Tristan with a look of horror. "Who was that? An ex-girlfriend or something?"

That caused Tristan to chuckle. "That-- was my little sister Abigail, or Abby as I call her. She's a bit of a drama queen."

"I'd say..." Rory said, still looking at him weirdly. "How old is she?"

"17 going on 50," Tristan answered shaking his head. "She was born a 100 years too late," he mimicked, in a drama like voice, with a hand to his forehead.

The next message started to play. "Tristan, this is you mother. Call me right away... Your father and I have to have a talk with you..."

"Let the drama begin..." Tristan said, as a few other messages played. "They're going to chew me out for how irresponsible I was. Just think how they would react if they knew the whole truth?"

As messages from some girls that he must have been seeing started playing, he grabbed one of her boxes and started down the hall. "C'mon, I'll show you your room."

Rory picked up her box again, and followed him.

"Here you go," Tristan said, setting the box on the bed.

She held back a laugh once she caught sight of the room. It was decorated with Orlando Bloom posters from movies that he had been in such as Lord of the Rings and Pirates of Caribbean. There was even a large cardboard cut out of Legolis.

"Sorry for how it looks," Tristan apologized. "This is Abby's room when she comes to stay with me, and well, if you couldn't tell, she's a big Orlando Bloom fan..."

"Aww, Trissy, we're married now, you don't have to hide your obsession with Orlando from me," Rory said mockingly.

Tristan glared at her. "Anyways, as I was about to say, feel free to take them down and redecorate the room as you please. Paint the walls, change the furniture, I don't care. I can bring up the rest of your stuff, while you unpack if you want."

"Alright," Rory said, as she opened up a box.

"Hey Rory," Tristan said, coming into her room a few hours later, as she was hanging up her clothes in the closet.

Rory looked up at him, smiling that he used her real name. "Yeah?"

"I got something for you," Tristan said, almost shyly, not sure how she would take it.

Rory looked at him weirdly. "You didn't have to get me anything."

"Actually, this is something that you need," Tristan handed her a small ring box. "I figured the ring you have on won't do good for our families seeing."

Rory laughed at that, as she opened the box. She gasped. "Tristan, I can't accept this, this is too much..." She tried to hand it back. It was an older looking ring, looking to be an antique, and she knew it must have cost him a lot of money.

Tristan took, the box, taking the ring out of it. "It was my grandmother's," Tristan explained, starring at the ring. "When my grandma passed away, my grandfather wore it on a chain around his neck until the day he died. Before passing away last year, he told me he wanted me to have it once he was gone." Tristan looked up into her eyes. He then took her left hand, and slipped it onto her ring finger.

"Tristan," Rory murmured starring at it. "I shouldn't be wearing this, this is special for you. It should go only on the finger of the one you actually love."

"Mary, my family knows about this ring, if they didn't see you wearing it, they would think something is up," Tristan explained.

Rory nodded her head. "Fine. I'll take good care of it, and you'll get it back soon as this is all over." She looked up at him, into his eyes thoughtfully. "You've changed."

"Thanks, I think?" Tristan said, cocking his head to the side.

"I mean from high school," Rory said starring at him. "You're not as cocky as you use to be. You're still cocky," she corrected. "Just not as much..."

Tristan shrugged his shoulders. "Guess military school made me grow up some..." he trailed off looking away.

"Guess so," Rory said still starring at him.

"Look, once you're done unpacking, we'll go get something to eat," Tristan said, feeling uncomfortable in her gaze.

"Okay," Rory said as she watched him walk out of the room.