Summary: "Oversized sunglasses and a string of pearls around her neck. She's devastatingly beautiful, in a L.A. kind of way"...Trory!
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AN: Wow, it's good to see that everyone likes it. I got this idea from the story emaf is kuckoo…by darasun…as some of you have noticed. I thought it was a great idea, but I want to add my own twist. Here's the next chapter
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"Rory. Roorry," Raquel said trying to her attention. "Rory!" she said once again finally getting a response.
"Wha-what?" she asked.
"You've been off in dreamland ever since you came. What happened?" Raquel asked sounding genuine.
"I'm a classy girl," Rory mumbled barely loud enough for Raquel to be able to hear.
"A classy girl? What are you talking about?"
"Tristan," Rory said as if it was explaining everything.
"Did Tristan say you were a classy girl?" Raquel guessed, trying to figure out what had happened.
"Yeah."
"Okay, what's wrong with that?"
"That's all he said. It was just so vague. He didn't even mention that we dated," Rory stated about to go into a rant, but Raquel stopped her.
"When did you talk to him?"
"I saw him on the Kristin Kunkel show. She was interviewing him and getting nosy into his business and when she brought he up, he just said I was a nice girl."
"Well, sorry to disappoint you, but you are a nice girl," Raquel laughed.
"No, it's not that I don't know that. It's just the way he said it. Like he wanted to avoid it. Like we're really over."
"You are honey," Raquel whispered.
"I know, I know," came her reply.
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Ring.
Ring.
Ring.
"Hello," Tristan said speaking into the telephone.
He had just gotten home and was exhausted. Laying down on the couch of his penthouse apartment, that lay over the city and allowed all the lights of the busy New York City to shine through, Tristan waited for the reply.
"Hello dear," the woman began.
"Mother, how are you?" he asked.
"I am fine son, how are you?"
"I'm good. Everything's just been crazy and I just got home. I was actually about to go to sleep,"
"Oh, well before you do dear, have you talked to Rory lately," she asked nosily trying to receive some answers.
"No, I haven't," he sighed. He really didn't need nor did he want to talk about Rory, or even think about her tonight.
'That's a lie. I could never forget about her, let alone not think about her,' Tristan thought to himself.
"Well," his mother resumed "I'm guessing you haven't seen the pictures have you."
"No, what are you talking about?"
"She looks miserable and depressed."
"Okay, again I'll ask, what pictures?"
"In The National Enquirer," she answered.
Tristan let out a sigh. Rory had been in the magazine only once and it was when they were dating. She was doing a movie and had been accused to be hooking up with her co-star, Ryan Watson. Of course Rory hadn't been and the magazine was just attacking her character but she had been on location for 3 months in the wonderful outback of Australia, and Tristan and her had gotten into one of their biggest fights after that article was published.
Tristan knew that being in this magazine did no one any good. Let alone Rory.
"Tristan?"
"Yeah," he said in return.
"You should go see her, I mean these pictures are awful and the caption. It was cruel"
"Well it's her problem, I guess," he said just trying to get out of this conversation.
His mom just ignored him and read the caption aloud.
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Ring.
Ring.
Ring.
Tristan answered the phone and before he could even say hello to the person, they cut him off and asked a question.
"I'm classy?"
"Mary.
"I'm classy?" she repeated.
"What else did you want me to say?" he defended.
"I dunno. How bout, we dated, or she was the love of my life for a while, or anything but the fact that I'm classy."
"Are you being serious?"
"Whatever Tristan," she said and hung up.
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Rory woke up at the sound of someone furiously knocking at her door. It was one 'o' clock in the morning, not late but still she had been asleep.
Walking to the door with her robe wrapped tightly around her, she opened it to find Tristan DuGrey.
"Mary," Tristan whispered.
"What are you doing here?"
"I came to see if you're okay."
"I'm fine. Why do you ask?"
"I heard about the magazine. Actually, Mom called and told me."
"Oh well yeah I'm fine."
"You don't look or sound fine," he said.
Rory opened her door and let both of them. They were going to be talking for a while tonight. She could tell she wasn't going to bed anytime soon. Nothing with them had ever been easy, but knowing Tristan, if he was worried about her, she would have to prove to him that she was okay before he would leave. Even if that wasn't his place to make sure she was okay, which right night, it wasn't.
A lot of changes were about to happen. She could just tell.
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AN: So this is the second chapter. Review please. And if you have nay interesting ideas, just comment or message me.
All for now.
Hales!