A/N: Tristan's POV
We sang along to the Oompa Loompa song, twice and then the next thing I know, she lays her head in my lap and drifts off to sleep. I'm not about to stop her, I'm exhausted myself, that was around twelve. Her phone started vibrating in her duster pocket and nearly gave me a heart attack. I didn't make any move to get it, until it went off again and started to wake Rory up. I just wasn't ready for her to leave. I slid out from under her, replacing myself with a pillow and tossed her duster on the back of the couch and pulled out her phone. Her caller ID said "LOGAN". I was tempted to answer her phone for her, but I didn't want to upset her in anyway so I just flipped it to silent and started cleaning up the mess we'd made.
The next thing I know, I'm looking at the clock and it says three o'clock. Logan had called three times and I feel kind of bad. If I were him, I'd be freaking out too, so I shook her lightly. "Rory, baby, wake up. It's three o'clock." She started coming around then but then muttered something about "too early, get up in a minute" and I shook my head. "Baby, your phone went off and I'm pretty sure it was Logan." She jumped off my couch and started staring at the clock and muttering under her breath about ten and three, and I was confused. She groaned. "I have to go." She grabbed her duster off the back of the couch and flew out the door like a bat out of hell. I knew I shouldn't call her for a few minutes, she'd probably just be on the phone with Loreali talking about me anyway, why add fuel to that fire?
But then ten minutes later, she still hadn't called me. I had hoped she called me when she got home, but she hadn't. I started worrying, thinking of all the possible scenarios of things that could have happened, so I swallowed my pride and called her. It rang twice then went to voicemail, that's not a good sign. So I called her again. Get a grip DuGrey. She answered on the third ring. "Hey, look I'm home, but I'm on the other line, can I call you later?" Definitely on the phone with her mom. "Sure." I was going to let it slide, but if I hadn't heard from her in a week, I was going down there. There was no way in Hell I was going to lose her again. "See ya." And she hung up. See ya? How lame was that?
I just sat there, I knew this would happen. I pushed her too hard. I shook my head and got up to pour me a drink. I sighed, remembering I had to be at the office in two hours. Great.
TWO HOURS LATER
I pulled up to the office, dreading every second of what was about to happen. I sighed, but got out and grabbed my briefcase. I walked up to the receptionist to ask for any messages. She told him she didn't have anything for me. I nodded and started to get deeper into the office. Waiting for my father's arrival. I always knew when he was there, the interns would come out of hiding in the break room, everyone else would duck into their cubicles and look busy. I rolled my eyes, when would they learn that no one believed their facades? And then, there it was. My father had arrived. "You look like hell." I simply nodded as he walked past me. "So, Mr. Schalupa? Is he here?" My father nodded. "Punctual as always." I nodded again. "I want you to take point on this one son." Wow, two compliments in a period of less than three hours. "Alright." My father let me walk into the room first. I was a nervous wreck and I hadn't slept which made this that much more difficult. "Ah, Mr. Schalupa." I shook his hand as I greeted him, and then my mind drifted back to Rory and how she was acting. I shook my head, I couldn't think about that, or her right now. "Are you alright Tristan? You look a bit…" "Tired?" My father cut in to save me. "Yes, Tristan had a string of business calls he had to make last night and didn't get enough sleep." He clapped me on the back then and motioned that the floor was mine now. Great. I really need a new adjective.