Title: Right Where You Want Me
Author: carleymarie
Category: Gilmore Girls
Disclaimer: I own nothing except my thoughts and the MacBook I type them on.
Rating: T
Pairing: Tristan/Rory
Reviews: Greatly appreciated.
Summary: Relationships are complex. AU Trory.
A/N: See my LJ link in my profile for all of my excuses for taking so long to update and to see where I want to take these two in future chapters. Enjoy!
Chapter Three
I am not really the type of girl who likes to spend her time at drunken parties, or any parties for that matter. Yet, here I am, in a crowded off campus apartment attending the party of a person I met in one of my classes.
I make my way around the party, and as always, seem to find myself standing against a wall wishing that I had not shown up.
But of course, I want to see him.
I stood for what seemed like hours, glancing at my watch wondering how long I would wait before leaving.
I glanced up and saw him walking toward me.
He reached across the small space between us, and lightly reached out and held my right hand.
I tried to let out only a small smile, but could not help the massive grin coming across my face.
"You're beautiful," he said to me, slightly slurring his words.
"You're drunk," I said to him sternly, my smile being wiped from my face completely.
"I'm not drunk, I'm relaxed. You should try it sometime," he said to me.
"Well, sorry that I don't see drinking as my number one hobby," I struck back.
"It's not, I just like to have fun," he said.
I saw how serious he was. He actually thought that he was right and justified.
"I just can't do this anymore," I finally said, after waiting a few moments to let his comments sink in.
"Can't do what?" he asked me.
"I hate it when you do that," I said.
"Hate it when I do what?" he replied, acting oblivious to where my change in feelings were coming from.
"When you act stupid."
"When I act stupid?"
"Yes, and add being a jerk to that list also," I added.
"I'm stupid and a jerk. How did you come up with that?" he asked.
"I'm trying to think of a way to word this kindly," I said. Not wanting to push him away, but wanting to let him know that things could not continue the way they were.
"Just say it," he replied, getting irritated.
"I think that you act the way everyone else wants you to act. I know that you're smart, but you're so concerned with hooking up with random girls that you don't even notice," I said.
"I don't hook up with random girls. Not very often any ways," he said defensively.
"I just don't think that we can ever make this work," I said, wanting to be finished with the conversation, along with trying to shake the thought of him with other girls out of my head.
I started to walk away; finished with the conversation.
"We'll make it work," he yelled after me.
I slowly turned around.
"No, I'll make it work and you'll just be you," I said.
"What is that suppose to mean?" he asked.
"You're Tristan Dugray," I said, like it was an all-telling description out of a dictionary.
"Really? I'm Tristan Dugray? I had no idea. I mean, I thought I was -"
"Don't do that," I interrupted.
"Do what?" he asked.
"You know exactly what," I said.
"Well seeing as you seem to know everything and am implying that I know nothing, please enlighten me," he said in an irritated tone.
"You run hot and cold. You want me when you want me. It's all on your terms," I said quickly.
"On my terms?"
"Yes."
"I don't know what alternate universe you're living in, but in this one, it is the exact opposite," he said, exasperatedly.
I decided to put our undefined relationship out on the line.
"I'mliving in the one where I can spend time with you, alone, and it is great, but I know that you will be spending time alone with another girl the next night," I said, becoming sad at the end of the statement.
"Rory," he sighed, running his fingers through his hair.
"Don't tell me it's not true. You can't commit and I can't not commit," I stated.
I began to wonder whether he thought that I was completely oblivious to his playboy lifestyle, or if I was crazy enough to think that it was all right with me to be one of the many.
He stared back at me, knowing that this was it. The end of the conversation.
I waited for him to reply, but he didn't.
"There is no reason for us to even be discussing anything right now because you won't remember it tomorrow morning and I will," I said.
Again, no response from him.
I simply nodded and walked away, leaving him in the spot where our conversation had started.
A conversation that we have had many times before and will probably have in the future. The difference is that the next morning I will remember our conversation.
I will definitely remember.