The One Who's Heart is Broken A.K.A. Tristan
Tristan drove through the rain in a blind furry. As he was, about to exit the parking lot he almost ran into something, or rather some one. Tristan slammed on his breaks, and as the car stopped the door opened.
"Tristan," Rory started
"Rory?" He asked surprised "Why aren't you with Dean?" Her legs shook a little before she asked her voice wavering.
"Can I have a ride?" On the way to Stars Hollow, they both mutually decided it would be better if they stayed away from each other for a while. While they cleared there heads. That was the worst suggestion ever.
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3 Weeks Later
Since Tristan couldn't talk or interact with Rory he took out his anger by doing stupid things. He had been suspended from school at least four times in the last three weeks. When Tristan got back from his latest suspension he was surprised to find that his class was doing a 'Romeo and Juliet' play. When his teacher told him to pick a group, he automatically picked her group. Sure, he shouldn't have but it worked out. Rory Gilmore would defiantly be Juliet. When he entered the room where they were practicing there were a lot of snide comments made. Rory may have let a smile grace her beautiful lips once but then avoided contact at all costs. Paris went around assigning parts. She had long ago lost interest in Tristan. Paris first assigned Romeo to a boy who could hardly sate his name w/ out shaking in fear. Then after five minutes of protesting and yelling agreed, that Tristan could be Romeo. Then the part Tristan had been straining his ears for,
"Rory, Juliet." Paris barked. Every one gasped at this because it was common knowledge that Rory and Tristan would not talk. So how would they kiss? Paris just gave them all an 'Its final don't question me!' look and they all stayed quiet.
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Paris arranged for a practice in the dance theater in Stars Hollow. As Tristan drove past Doose's Market he saw Dean sucking face with a pretty blonde girl. 'He got over Rory fast.' Tristan thought bitterly, pulling his car into a spot. He was going to give Dean a piece of his mind.
"So Bag Boy you moved on quickly." Tristan was glaring at Dean, and Dean was glairing right back.
"What do you want Pretty Boy?" Dean asked sourly.
"I want you to apologize to Rory," Tristan started boldly.
"And why should I do that!" Dean Spit
"Because you're a jerk!" Tristan yelled "You had her in the palm of your hand and you squished her like a bug! She's NOT a bug! And she deserves an apology!" Tristan had now reached exploding point. Here stood the man who had single-handedly brought down the girl who had almost righted Tristan.
"Hell No." Dean said and those two words made all the difference in the world.
Alarmed and Shocked Here Comes Rory
"Where's Tristan?" Rory asked as she entered Ms. Patty's.
"I saw his car parked outside of that little corner store," Madeline said.
"Oh no!" Rory gasped running off in the direction of Doose's. By the time Rory reached there it was too late. The brawl had ended police were escorting Tristan away in handcuffs. Dean was a bloody pulp on the floor. Rory went to figure out what happened, and what she found out shocked her. Tristan had told Dean to apologize to Rory and when Dean refused point blank, Tristan proceeded to beat him up. It was hard to tell what people thought at the time. Most people were on Rory and Tristan's side, they all thought that Dean was a jerk.
Tristan the Conqueror
Tristan had been escorted to the jail in Hartford where his dad had to pick him up, and where Tristan would hear the news that would change his life. Tristan could ether spend a year in Juvenile Hall or he could go to a Military school for two years, but it was up to his dad. His dad chose Military School.
"Dad Military School!" Tristan asked when he was informed of the decision.
"It will teach you discipline how to become a man," his father lectured. "We will be leaving on Sunday, you have to night and tomorrow to pack and tell every one of this, change."
"But dad Sunday is the play!" Tristan begged but his dad didn't listen.
"I will arrange for Headmaster Charleston to accept you back in your junior year." Tristan's palms were sweaty and he started to shake. Only one word had penetrated his thick skull. Sunday. He was leaving on Sunday, the day or the play, the day of the play! He wouldn't be able to kiss Rory. All he could hope for was a civil good bye.
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At 6:00, Tristan walked into the theatre closely followed by his father. Rory came running to him. The first thing she did was gasp; Dean had obviously gotten in a couple good blows two. Tristan had a split lip black eye and numerous gashes all over his face. She hugged him tightly, hoping it would all go away.
"Oh Tristan," she murmured running a finger over his lip lightly. "I'm so sorry." She was now running her delicate fingers over his other cuts and sort of caressing his face.
"Hey, it not your fault." Tristan gasped she was so close and doing thing that seemed so, intimate.
"Yes it is." She said flatly.
"No its not! I did what I needed to do, we may be separated for a while because or it. What's done is done though, and I did what I needed to do."
"What! Where are you going?" Rory asked worry crossing her beautiful features.
"Military school for a year, starting tonight." His voice had begun to shake just looking at her. Rory's eyes had started to fill with tears. She threw her self in to Tristan's arms where he hugged her tightly and she breathed
"I'm so, so sorry Tristan." The tears had started to flow fast and free now.
"Hey," Tristan said lifting up her head a wiping away her tears. He couldn't help but notice how tightly she was gripping him, as if she was afraid to let him go.
"I didn't know there would be consequences, and it's only a year." Tristan said reassuringly "I will write you every week, maybe every day, for a year. I love you Rory Gilmore." Then he kissed her passionately, like in the dream. As he kissed her and she kissed back, he knew he had her. He also knew he never wanted to loose her.
"If you don't love me fine, I'll leave you alone. If you don't want to say those three words fine. I want you more then you can ever imagine. The day you stepped through the door, the day you were late for the test, I knew there was something different about you. Not only something I wanted, but also something I wanted to keep and treasure forever, and keep safe from harm." As Tristan finished his speech he looked at Rory, and she said.
"I want this too, I want us Tristan."
"There will be an 'us'. It may be hard while I'm gone but when I get back there will defiantly be an 'us'! I'll miss you Mary." With that, he was gone. Rory knew in that moment that Tristan would not let her down. She held his heart, she could break it maim it or do anything she wanted, but she would keep it safe. Because he wielded the same force that she did. They had a bond it had not yet progressed to love, but it could. Only time would tell there tail. Only time would tell what to expect the ups and downs. For in the Tristan and Rory love circle the saying 'Love Hurts' comes into play. Love Hurts.