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Who's to say;

What's impossible

Rory laid in bed that night, she had gotten back from her date with Tristan and went straight to her room. Her clothes still smelled like him and she wasn't ready to part with the safe feeling that it gave her just yet. She knew the moment she took those clothes off, all of her problems would come rushing back to her full force.

Tristan was sweet, understanding and honest but she wasn't sure if it could go anywhere. Her inner schoolgirl was telling her that she owed it to herself to give Tristan a chance, to be in the relationship that she had only dreamed about having in high school but something seemed strange this time around. She no longer was the virginal 'Mary' and he no longer was the schools bad boy.

She had revealed to him that she had stolen a yacht and went to jail, that she no longer attended college but that was all child's play compared to admitting she had slept with a married man. She had stolen another women's husband which was worse than any material object she could have taken. The more she thought about it the sicker it made her feel.

Rory and Logan had once gotten into a conversation right after she had told him that people in Hartford society cheat on their significant other all the time. He told her that his parents were prime examples that what is not talked about doesn't happen. She couldn't fathom being married to someone that was cheating on her and looking the other way. Her heart went out to Lindsay and if there was anything she could say or do to fix it she would.

She leaned over and set her alarm clock not having enough energy to get out of bed and change. Falling back into her pillows she closed her eyes and sighed. She knew the longer she hid this the worse it got, but the option of telling him wasn't appealing. 'It was meant to be anyways.' was her last coherent thought before she drifted into a restless sleep.

Well they forgot
This world keeps spinning

Tristan walked into his dark apartment and didn't bother to turn on any lights. He threw himself on the couch and closed his eyes listening to the sound of the air conditioner coming through the vents and the clock ticking. It was relaxing and helped him clear his mind, considering it had been on overdrive since Rory had shared her past with him.

His Mary wasn't in school anymore. That was probably the biggest shock of all the information he had received. This was the same girl that had read books during lunch. The one who did her homework during pep rallies. If he hadn't heard it from her mouth he would have never believed it. She loved school, learning new things, she had an unbelievable thirst for knowledge.

Rory had stolen a yacht. He'd like to say he was shocked, but he wasn't really. He was, however, a little amused that she got the inspiration to commit a crime from a world renowned novel, but not that she had stolen it. Everyone had to take a chance and do something wildly outrageous, some get caught others don't, Rory was no exception.

He wished she'd open up to him more. He wanted to know what had made her spiral downward. What started her on the course to destruction? He would say it was Logan , but from the way Logan had spoke about Rory he seemed to have only been there to keep her on her feet longer than she would have without him. And his father, well he just seems to have been the final blow. Everyone knew Mitchum Huntzberger was an ass, even his own family would attest to that.

Tristan sat up and glanced at the clock that told him it was half past midnight. Getting up he walked into his bedroom and stripped down to his boxers laying on his bed, not even bothering to get under the covers. His patience was fleeting, he needed to know what skeleton was hidden in her closet so he could reassure her that he didn't care, and his feelings wouldn't change about her. His only problem: What if it did?

And with each new day
I can feel a change in everything

"Coffee?" Rory asked as she handed a steaming cup to Sammie that morning in the camp office.

"Of course." Sammie replied taking a long sip of the hot liquid, "So, how'd your date with Tristan go?"

"Good."

"Good? That's all I get?"

"It went fine, we cleared some of the air and he knows about the yacht and college." Rory elaborated.

"Some of the air, some is not all, Rory."

Rory sighed, like she didn't already know that, "I know, it's just I can't do it."

"You can, he'll accept it and if he doesn't then it's not meant to be."

"But don't you think it's better not to know? I mean if I never know what could have been than my inner school girl will not be completely disappointed that the school's rebel without a cause didn't even want her anymore."

"It doesn't work like that. Besides Logan knew and he didn't care."

"For some reason I find that Logan is more accepting about this than Tristan will be."

"How on earth do you figure that? I mean I may not be in the Hartford elite circle but even I know that the Huntzberger's are higher than the DuGrey's are on the food chain. If Logan doesn't stick his nose up at you then Tristan won't."

"They are two different people, two different personalities. You need to meet Finn; once you do you will understand Logan 's acceptance abilities."

"Did he accept Dean?"

"They hadn't met until the night I broke up with Dean and even then there were a lot of jokes about his hair and his truck."

"Did Tristan?"

"Definitely not…I believe he referred to him as 'Bagboy'."

"Then how do you know that Tristan won't blame this whole thing on Dean and you will be off the hook."

"That's not what I want; I don't want all the responsibility to be put on Dean because I was there too."

"It takes two to tango…Though in this day and age not even." Sammie joked earning a small smile from Rory. "Look, the more you play worst case scenario in your mind the harder it will be for you to tell him."

"I know."

"Ok, now that we have established I'm right, you're wrong let's go wrangle the runts."

"That's not nice." Rory laughed.

"Eh." Sammie shrugged as the two girls walked out of the office laughing.

Tristan walked out of the office copy room after having heard the entire conversation. He knew he needed to stop eavesdropping on conversations, but he immediately began to piece the puzzle together. It had to do with Dean…He hated Dean. 'Two to tango.' What had Sammie meant by that? Did she mean what he thought she meant? He knew Rory wasn't a virgin; she had dated Logan Huntzberger after all. But Dean…She had sex with Dean? He didn't even want to think about that. 'Rory, Dean, Tango…This is not looking good." He thought as he put the papers he had copied onto Wendy's desk and walked out of the office.

And as the surface breaks reflections fade
But in some ways they remain the same

It was third period and Rory had yet to speak more than ten words to Tristan. She figured that if she avoided him the less guilty she would feel for only divulging half of the truth to him. Tristan on the other hand was going stir crazy, he couldn't understand why she was ignoring him he hadn't done anything wrong.

"What do you guys wanna do today?" Tristan asked the kids who were all sitting on the dock waiting for instruction.

"Free day!" Half of the kids yelled simultaneously.

"Free day it is then!" Rory laughed "You know the rules! No roughhousing, no unwanted splashing and be careful with the equipment."

The kids all nodded before jumping into the water. The older girls swam into the deeper area of the pond so they could just float and tan while the older boys began a game of volleyball. The little kids just splashed around and played imagination games of being sharks or dolphins.

Rory sat on the dock far enough away to be out of the splash zone but close enough where she could clearly watch what the kids were doing. "What are you thinking about?" Tristan said from behind her.

"If I want to have lunch with my campers or run to that Chinese place with Sammie and Abby." Rory said easily "Why?"

Tristan shrugged, not exactly the answer he was looking for "No reason."

"I'm probably going to Chinese want me to get you any thing?"

Tristan was a little surprised by her gesture "Um, sure…"

"I recommend the sesame chicken, it's very good."

"Alright, sesame chicken and an egg roll." Tristan requested. "I'll give you the money when the bell rings; my wallet is in my pants, which are in my car."

"Nah, don't worry about it. I've got you covered." She smiled.

"You sure?"

"Would I have offered if I wasn't?"

"True." He nodded and watched her as she lay on the dock. Her neon pink beach towel with a picture of a flamingo underneath her and her sunglasses with aqua rhinestones on them covering her eyes. She was beautiful. He had the biggest urge to lean down to kiss her and it took all of his willpower not to.

"Rory!" Shannon and Emily called from the group of girls floating.

"Yeah?" Rory responded not even sitting up.

"Come float with us!"

"I'll be out there in a minute." She called back turning to Tristan. She was about to do something she knew she was going to regret but she had to know just how worth it would be to tell him. "Can you help me put sunscreen on my back?"

"Huh?" He asked wanting to make sure he heard her correctly.

"Well, I can't reach my back and I'll burn if I don't put sunscreen on. You don't want me walking around like a lobster do you?" She pouted.

"N-n-no. Where is it?"

"Here." Rory said pulling a bottle of suntan lotion out of her beach bag and handing it to him, then turning around giving him a clear view of her back that was covered by a thin strap of blue.

Tristan squeezed some lotion into his palm and rubbed his hands together, taking deep breath and began to rub the solution into her silky skin. Rory jumped a little at first contact.

"A little warning would have been nice! That stuff is cold." She told him.

He let out a low laugh, "Sorry."

The cold feeling didn't last long as Rory felt Tristan's hands rub up and down her back. The places Tristan had touched felt like they were on fire, but the places he hadn't were aching to be.

"All set." He told her but Rory didn't seem to come out of her thoughts. "Rory…"

"Oh, sorry. What?" She said as a light shade of pink graced her cheeks.

He smiled at her "You're all set."

"Thanks."

Tristan nodded "No problem."

Rory got up, folded her towel before putting it aside and grabbing a tube. She eased herself into the water and swam out to where the girls were floating.

"Will you two just hook up already!" Emily exclaimed.

"Who?"

"Rory, you may be older, but you are obviously more oblivious than we are. Tristan likes you, you like Tristan. The goofy look on your face when he put the lotion on your back was more than enough proof. Stop dancing around each other and date!"

"I'm not going to date him." Rory told them.

"Why not? He's gorgeous. If I was only four years older, I would." Emily told her.

"He's twenty." Shannon pointed out.

"I know but if I was four years older I'd be 18 and legal."

"Wait four years than track him down, maybe you'll have a chance." Rory laughed.

"Really?" Emily asked excitedly.

"Em, he'll be like 24 by then…which is almost 30, which is old."

"Good point."

"Hey! I'm the same age and I won't be old!" Rory defended.

"Of course not." Shannon laughed.

The girls fell into light conversation which thankfully did not include Rory dating Tristan. She got enough of that from Sammie and her mother and probably Lane if she wasn't currently on tour.

And as my mind begins to spread its wings
There's no stopping curiosity

Rory left to go get food with a couple of other counselors while Tristan and Eric were sitting in the office playing video games on the camp TV .

"You're going down!" Eric yelled as he nudged Tristan to mess him up.

"I don't think so." Tristan told him as he moved his body along with the motions he was doing on screen.

"You guys are such losers." Sammie said as she sat on the couch next to Tristan.

"This is Mario Kart! It's a classic!"

Sammie glanced at the game system they were playing on, "So is Nintendo-64."

"Hey, it's better than the pong we were playing last year." Eric defended.

Sammie sat back and watched the guys play for a few minute "I want to play."

"No." Tristan replied simply.

"If you let me play I'll answer two questions I know you have about what you heard while you were hiding out in the copy room this morning."

Tristan paused his game and turned towards Sammie who had an evil glint in her eye. "You knew?"

"Yes."

"Did you tell Rory?"

"Nope."

"Why?"

"I personally think she should tell you because you guys are just too cute together." Sammie explained.

Tristan contemplated quickly then handed the controller to Sammie who changed Tristan's player from Mario to The Princess. "Ask away but I'm not answering questions that are to in-depth...only detail fillers."

"Ok…Did your 'Two to Tango' metaphor mean what I think it meant?"

Sammie laughed as she by passed Eric's player Yoshi, "Yep."

"She slept with Bagboy?"

"Is that your second question?"

"No." Tristan paused "Do you honestly think that my feelings for her will change when I find out?"

Sammie paused the game and looked at the emotion swirling around in his eyes. "I don't think they will change as much as you will see her in a different light."

"Bad or good?" Tristan asked quickly.

"That's your third question." Sammie pointed out, her face softening.

"Please?"

"It's not bad or good, it's just different."

"That was helpful." Tristan deadpanned.

"You got to pick the questions; maybe you're just a bad question picker-outer."

Tristan was about to say something when Rory and the other girls walked into the office with bags full of food. Sammie had gotten up to go get her food so Rory took the vacant seat next to him.

"They asked if you wanted it mild or hot and I didn't know but I took for you a hot kinda of guy…" Rory told him but then realized what she said and a blush washed over her face.

"Well thanks, Mary." He smirked.

Rory looked down at the bag of food "Right so, I got it hot and then there are your egg rolls…All they sell are vegetable ones so that's what's there…Oh!" She squealed as she began to sort through the bag "You get one of these too!"

Tristan took the offered item and started at it "A fortune cookie?"

"I love fortune cookies!" Rory told him "If you don't want it I am sure Eric or someone else would eat it." She said as she went to grab the cookie out of his hand but he pulled it away.

"Mine." He stated childishly.

Rory laughed "Ok, if you don't like the chicken hot, I got mild…we can trade if you want."

"Hot is fine, Ror."

"Are you sure?" She asked.

"I'm positive. Thank you."

"Rory! Come eat with us!" Sammie said waving her over to the table where Abby, Kelsey and her were sitting.

"Ok." Rory nodded placing Tristan's food on the table in front of him and handing him a plastic fork. "Bon appetit!"

"That's French; wouldn't you say something in Chinese?"

"Woo." Rory stated.

"And that means?"

"Five." she said as if it were obvious.

"Five?" Tristan laughed.

Rory shrugged "It's all I know how to say.

"Better than nothing, I suppose."

Rory smiled before she got up and walked over to where the other female counselors were eating. "Are you ever going to date him?" Kelsey asked.

"You are starting to sound like my campers."

"Then they aren't blind either." Abby commented as she dug into her shrimp fried rice.

"It's complicated." Rory shrugged.

"Then let's un-complicate it, shall we?"

"Umm…" Rory said uneasily.

"You like Tristan, Tristan likes you, you were practically shuddering under his touch when he put the lotion on you earlier, and he gets this goofy smile when you two banter back and forth…It's simple."

"I did not shudder…and how do you know about that?"

"I was in the equipment shed getting something." Abby explained.

Rory glanced over at Tristan who was eating as he talked to Eric and the other guy counselors. 'This is getting complicated.' she thought as she took a bite of her egg roll and Tristan turned to make eye contact with her, 'Very complicated.'

I wanna turn the whole thing upside down

The song in this chapter was 'Upside Down' by Jack Johnson, a song that I was obsessed with when I wrote this chapter.

Don't worry, I'm bored of dragging Tristan not knowing on any longer so it won't be long before all is revealed.

Reviews and Critiques as always are welcome!