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A Night at the Karaoke Club
Chapter 1
"Two cokes please," Rory said with a smile. "Wow, where did you ever here of
this place, Lane? It's great."
"People at school were talking about it. I figured we had to come here."
"I've never been to a karyoke club before though. Kind of nerve wracking.
These people are good."
"Oh, come on Rory. We'll do great! No one in here cares about your
abilities. They're just here to have fun and forget the real world."
He gets ready to go up on stage; he places the sunglasses over his eyes
and pulls the hat low over his face. He has to disguise himself to come here.
He can not let himself be recognized. He comes here to escape the throes of
his world. Here he can relax and lower the façade. Show his true self without
anyone else caring.
He steps onto the platform and takes the microphone, waiting for the
music to begin. Time to express how I feel, he thinks. The music starts.
You're just to good to be true
Can't take my eyes off of you
You be like heaven to touch
I want to hold you so much
At long last love has arrived
And I thank God I'm alive
You're just too good to be true
Can't take my eyes off of you
Caught in the way that I stare
There's nothing else to prepare
The sight of you makes me weak
There are no words that you speak
But if you feel like I feel
Please let me know that it's real
You're just too good to be true
Can't take my eyes off of you
I need you baby
If it's quite alright
I need you baby
To warm the lonely nights
I love you baby
Trust in me when I say OK
Oh pretty baby
Don't let me down I pray
Oh pretty baby
Now that I found you, stay
And let me love you
Oh baby let me love you, Oh baby
You're just too good to be true
Can't take my eyes off of you
You be like heaven to touch
I want to hold you so much
At long last love has arrived
And I thank God I'm alive
You're just too good to be true
Can't take my eyes off of you
I need you baby
And if it's quite alright
I need you baby
To warm the lonely nights
I love you baby
Trust in me when I say its OK
Oh pretty baby
Don't let me down I pray
Oh pretty baby
Now that I found you, stay
And let me love you
Oh baby let me love you, Oh baby
I need you baby
And if it's quite alright
I love you baby
You warm the lonely night
I need you baby
Trust in me when I say it's OK
Oh, Oh pretty baby
Don't let me down I pray
Oh pretty baby
Now that I found you stay
And let me love you…
The song faded out. He walked off the stage and returned to his seat.
That felt good to get that off my chest. How did I become this way? My
thoughts focused on one girl, me the player. Tristan Dugray, the ladies man.
How did this girl get to me? Deep down I know how. She's untouchable. She's
the red button the adults tell children not to push. Because I cannot have
her I want her more. But now it is more, because I really like her. My quest
has taught me so much about her. She really is a great person. She is caring
and loving, though not to me, unfortunately. At least we're starting to be
friends.
"Oh my God, Rory! Look at that guy. He is definitely the hottest boy who
has ever walked the planet. Oh, but he looks so sad."
"He's just a regular guy, Lane. No biggie. Probably here just to have fun
like us. Now to get back to preparation."
"Rory, I'm going over to talk to him."
"But Lane, we have to prepare. Follow my list!"
"Rory, be back in a few. Then we'll go."
"Hey there, forlorn guy. Talk to Lane here. Tell her your problems. I am
here to heal."
"You wouldn't understand."
"Oh come on, you are talking to the prisoner of a Korean work camp, I
have many hours to come up with the solutions to my best friend's problems,
which besides the fact that hers are boy problems and yours are girl
problems, I'm sure they are pretty much the same."
"Well, I guess it can't hurt. Better to tell someone and not anyone
right? Gotta get if off my chest. Might as well tell a stranger, we're all
friends at the Karyoke club."
"That's the ticket. Now this girl, you don't seem to me as the type who
would be shy around girls, or on that matter, one who would have girl
problems at all."
"Thanks, I guess. You see, that is my problem. I have never had a girl
turn me down before, ever. I mean, except for this one girl, they all drop at
my feet. She's great. She's gorgeous, intelligent, beautiful, caring, loving,
she's perfect. I've got it hard and she dislikes me greatly."
"What did you do to piss her off?"
"I was a real jerk. I mean major. Things aren't as bad as they were
before though, we are becoming friends, though slowly."
"See things are improving, you just got to take it slow. Now I gotta go
"prepare" as my friend says. Good luck. See ya later, lover boy."
Tristan just smiled as the nice girl walked away. Talking to her had
helped. At least someone understood and brought some humor to the situation.
He leaned back and looked at the stage for the next act.
"Come on, Rory, it's our turn."
"Oh no, Lane I can't do it. Everyone will laugh."
"Everyone is here for the same reasons we are and they don't care how
funny we look or how bad we sound. We just gotta have fun. That's all that
counts."
"OK. Here goes nothing."
If I had $1000000
If I had $1000000
I'd buy you a house
I would buy you a house
If I had $1000000
If I had $1000000
I'd buy you furniture for your house
Maybe a nice chesterfield or an ottoman
If I had $1000000
If I had $1000000
I'd buy you a K-car
A nice Reliant automobile
If I had $1000000 I'd buy your love
If I had $1000000
I'd build a tree fort in our yard
If I had $1000000
You could help, it wouldn't be that hard
If I had $1000000
Maybe we could put a refrigerator in there
Wouldn't that be fabulous
If I had $1000000
If I had $1000000
I'd buy you a fur coat
But not a real fur coat that's cruel
If I had $1000000
If I had $1000000
I'd buy you an exotic pet
Like a llama or an emu
If I had $1000000
If I had $1000000
I'd buy you John Merrick's remains
All them crazy elephant bones
If I had $1000000
I'd buy your love
If I had $1000000
We wouldn't have to walk to the store
If I had $1000000
We'd take a limousine 'cause it costs more
If I had $1000000
We wouldn't have to eat Kraft Dinner
But we would. We'd actually make the treefort from the first chorus out of
it. Mmm.
If I had $1000000
If I had $1000000
I'd buy you a green dress
But not a real green dress, that's cruel
If I had $1000000
If I had $1000000
I'd buy you some art
A Picasso or a Garfunkel
If I had $1000000
If I had $1000000
I'd buy you a monkey
Haven't you always wanted a monkey?
If I had $1000000 I'd buy your love
If I had $1000000
If I had $1000000
If I had $1000000
If I had $1000000
I'd be rich.
Tristan looks up as the song began. His mouth drops open as he recognizes
his interest on the stage with his new friend. Lane and Rory. Rory. Best
friend. Lane. Rory, boy troubles, not me, another boy. She's still not over
Dean? When will I be over Rory? Oh God, look how beautiful she is up there.
She's having the time of her life. Oh no! What if she recognized me before
and sent over Lane to pick up info to blackmail me? Oh my God! I told her
everything! Wait, Rory would never do that. If she saw me, she would not be
on that stage right now. She would be gone. Thank God. Good thing I didn't
tell Lane my name. Rory will never find out it was me. I'm safe for now.
Chapter 2
LATER THAT NIGHT…
"So Rory," said Lane. "Remember that hot guy I was talking to?"
"Oh you mean the one in the hat and the glasses?"
"Yeah, he was really nice. Got a lot bothering him though. He likes this
girl but she doesn't like him in return. Though I think she is oblivious to
the fact that he likes her. Man, he likes her a lot. He's got his mind on one
person and one person only. No chance for me."
"Lane, forget him. Now don't forget about Henry there. I thought you
liked him a lot."
"I do, I do. It's just that my parents will like him too, when they meet
him, if they meet him, considering he hasn't called yet."
"He hasn't called??? Maybe he found more than one Kim in the phone book
and he doesn't know which one to call."
"Rory, you HAVE to find out. Please, I like him a lot."
"Why don't you just call him yourself. I can give you his number."
"No way could I do that. He would be wondering how I got his number, and
then he would think that I was really desperate, and even though I am, I
can't let him see. Rory, will you talk to him?"
"Hello, Lane, if I talk to him when I have never spoken to him before, he
might kind of wonder."
"Don't you know any of his friends?"
"Lane, we're talking Chilton, the evil Chiltonites who hate my guts."
"What about that Tristan guy, wouldn't he be friends with him?"
"I can't talk to Tristan, Lane. He wouldn't understand. He would probably
ruin it for you."
"Rory, I thought things were getting better. Hey, how did that happen
anyway? How is it you go from being mortal enemies to being semi friends? How
is it that Paris now hates your guts while before I actually thought you were
on the road to friendship?"
"Ok, I'll talk to Tristan for you. So did you buy any new cds lately?"
"Rory, I don't think so. You are not changing the subject this time.
Especially since I sense you holding back on something."
"Holding back on something? What is Rory holding back now? Come on Rory,
tell us, tell us please? Pretty please and lots of coffee?" This was said by
Lorelai, Rory's thirty-two year old mother, who had just come home from
Friday night dinner with the parents. "What's the juicy gossip, Lane, tell
the mamma."
"Rory won't spill. She just tried to change the subject on me. She
clammed up when I asked about Tristan."
"Ooh Rory what happened with Tristan." Lorelai jumped up and down like a
crazed child asking what she got for her birthday.
"Yeah Rory, what happened at the party that made you cry?" Lane was
starting to put the pieces together.
"It was something with Tristan wasn't it…" Lorelai was getting it too.
"Okay you guys, can we just stop talking about it?" Rory pleaded with her
mother and Lane.
"Speaking for both myself and Lane, I declare that as your mother and
your best friend we have the right to know every detail in your life. I
demand that you tell us or you are in for some torture dearie! Now I know I
let the whole Dean kissing Rory in the grocery store slide, but that was a
one time thing. I still don't see why you would hide a kiss from me-oh my
God! You kissed Tristan didn't you. Evil Tristan. You kissed him and cried! I
can't believe you didn't tell me."
"Whoa, that is definitely not what happened. First of all he kissed me.
And second of all it wasn't the kiss that made me cry. I was missing Dean."
Rory said that quietly, embarrassed a bit that her mother and Lane knew about
the kiss. "How did you…"
"Oh mothers know everything. The only other thing you have ever hid is
Dean's kiss. That set the brain thinking and it hit me. So what's the
problem?"
"Lane wants me to ask Tristan to talk to Henry about her. As I was
telling Lane, you can't trust Tristan with your secrets. He might totally
ruin Lane's chances with Henry."
"So from what I've heard about Evil Tristan in the past is that he is one
cocky guy, yet as far as I know he has told nobody about the kiss. Now
dealing with my past experiences, guys like him usually broadcast this stuff
the minute it happens. The fact that he didn't makes me think that he would
help with the Lane thing." Lorelai explained her diagnosis to Rory.
"Why is that? What makes you think that Tristan will not revert to his
old self? Oh yeah, I think you can stop calling him Evil Tristan for the
moment."
"Okay. So honey, let me explain this to you. I'll say it simply,
Ev-Tristan has a thing for you. Now don't get all worked up, but that's what
I determine from the situation."
"That's impossible. If he liked me, why wouldn't he just tell me? And,
why would he say that our kiss was a mistake? I think you're wrong."
"Well Rory, think what you want to think. Just telling you, ask him for
Lane." Lorelai looked over at Lane and mouthed she'll do it.
"Okay, I'll think about it. Only 'cause you're Lane."
"Thanks Rory sosososo much!" Lane squealed while jumping up and down.
CHILTON MONDAY
Rory takes a deep breath as she prepares herself to approach Tristan.
Luckily there were no girls crowding around him so she could easily start a
conversation.
"Hi Tristan, what's up?" Rory walks up behind Tristan, who is at his
locker.
Tristan smiles at the sound of Rory's voice. He turns around and assumes
his pose against the locker. "Did you miss me, snookums?"
"Do not call me that. Ever. I am not a snookums, especially to you,"
Rory said. "So I kind of need to ask you something."
"Have you finally come to your senses and realized how much you like me?"
He asked.
"Tristan, be serious. I'm not joking now. Time to be a friend now. Stop
the act. I need your help."
"Ooh, damsel in distress," he said, but upon seeing Rory's glare he said,
"sorry. I'll stop. What is it?"
"Well, you see my friend Lane, she was at Madeline's party and she met
this guy, Henry. He's your friend right?"
"Yeah, what is it?" Tristan asked.
"Well, he said he would call her, but she never gave him her number and
he hasn't called yet. So since he's your friend and everything I was
wondering if you could do me a favor and talk to Henry without mentioning any
names or anything," Rory said this really quickly, almost starting to babble.
"Ok, I'll do it," Tristan said this in the middle of Rory's speech.
"You will? Thank you so much! You have no idea how much this means to me
and Lane!" Rory quickly hugged Tristan in jubilation. Realizing what she was
doing she quickly let go and said embarrassed, "Sorry, I didn't mean to get
so excited."
"Rory, Rory, Rory, it's not a problem at all. It's not every day I get
hugged by beautiful girls like you," Tristan replied.
"Okay, now you're laying it on a little thick. Thanks a lot. I really
appreciate it. Gotta go. See ya later. I owe you one." Rory walked away.
"Oh, my God I have to be careful there. Can't start calling her Mary
again. Wow, that hug was nice. Of course I wouldn't have a problem with her
hugging me. I loved that. How adorable is she? The thing that is annoying
though is she never takes me seriously. I tell her she is beautiful, she
tells me to stop buttering her up. I'm not. She is a beautiful girl!" Tristan
smiled to himself as he remembered their hug a few moments earlier and their
kiss awhile back.
Paris stared at Tristan across the hall. He was smiling like a fool.
"Uggh. How can he like that girl? What is so special about her? What does she
have that I don't? Nothing, I have more than she has in fact. But no, he only
sees me as a friend. He should just get over her. She is not that great. Look
at the way she treats him," Paris thought while staring.
LATER THAT DAY
Tristan walked up to Henry, "Hey man, what's up?" They hit fisted hands
in a special handshake. "Can I talk to you for a second?" Tristan asked.
"Sure." They walked over to a quiet area. "What's up?"
"Well remember Madeline's party? I could have sworn I saw you hanging out
with a cute girl the whole time. What's up with that? When do we get to meet
her?"
"Oh, you mean Lane? She is so great, it's just…"
"What?" Tristan asked.
"I'm so nervous to call her. What do I say?"
"Why don't you ask her out? And, how do you think she feels? I'm sure she
is wondering why you haven't called. You should really call her and ask her
out," Tristan advised.
"Yeah, and speaking of girls, who was that you were with?" Henry asked.
"Nobody," Tristan said with a downcast stare.
"Didn't look like nobody to me," replied Henry. "Looked like you were
into her, a lot."
"Yeah, but what matters is if she is into me, which she isn't. I like her
a lot. Don't know what I'm going to do."
"Hey, maybe I can help you out, sometime. All you have to do is ask okay?"
"Yeah, thanks. Good luck with Lane."
LATER THAT NIGHT
The phone rings at the Gilmore house. Rory picks up, "Hello," she says.
"Rory?" It was Lane. "You will never believe what happened. Henry called
and asked me out! Isn't that great! I guess talking to Tristan helped a lot.
Thank you so much. You're the best."
"I'm so happy for you Lane!" said Rory. "Does your mom know yet?"
"Yeah I told her and she is ecstatic. Even more so than me if you can
believe it. Though it's probably not that far of a stretch."
"Wow that's great Lane. When are you guys going out?"
"Well, that's also one of the reasons I'm calling. I need a huge favor,"
Lane said.
"What do you need, clothes, makeup, what?" Rory asked.
"Well that would be helpful too, but I need something else. You see Henry
has this friend who's been down in the dumps lately. He really wants to cheer
him up so he figures a night out will do him good. He won't go out otherwise.
So I kind of said I would ask you if you would go. Please? For me, your good
friend Lane?"
"Wouldn't this be a Chilton person? I'm sure that no one in Chilton would
have a good time with me," Rory said.
"What's the worst that could happen. Bring a book. Please???? I'm begging
you."
"Well, alright. I'll do it, but you majorly owe me," said Rory.
Earlier, Tristan and Henry were hanging out. "Hey Tristan, you've been
down in the dumps lately. Everyone can tell. I think what you need is a night
out on the town. Why don't you come out with me? It'll be loads of fun."
"Won't I be like a third wheel?" Tristan asked.
"Don't worry about it. I'll take care of it. I'll find someone to come
with us."
"Yeah, sure, whatever," Tristan said.
So there is a date between Lane and Henry. Both Rory and Tristan will be
going along because Lane and Henry set them up unknowingly. What will be
their reactions when they see each other? What will Lane do when she
recognizes Tristan?
End part 2
DATE NIGHT
“So Lane, how excited are you? You know, I’m really excited for you.
Not for my date though, it’ll probably be Rory Gilmore’s first date from
hell,” Rory said.
“Well, it’ll be your first compared to my hundreds of them. If I survived
that many to get Henry, then I’m sure you can survive. And anyway, just seeing
me happy should brighten up your date.”
“Like I said, I’m so happy for you, I just don’t see why I am needed
here. Why does Henry have to be such a good friend to whoever he is bringing?”
“Because Henry is a great guy just like you are a great friend.”
“You know I’m just teasing with you. No matter how this turns out, we
will talk about it forever. It’ll be a magical night,” said Rory.
“I hope so,” replied Lane.
“So we’re meeting them there?” asked Rory.
“Yes.”
“By the way, where exactly is here?” Rory asked.
“Here is the karaoke club,” said Lane.
“You have got to be kidding me!” Rory whined. “We can’t go there, are
you nuts? I’m not going up on that stage.”
“No I’m not kidding you, yes we can go there, of course I’m nuts and
you know it, and yes you are going up on that stage,” said Lane.
“Ooh, I hate you so much, you know that?” Rory said jokingly.
“I love you too,” said Lane.
KARAOKE CLUB
“We’re early,” said Rory.
“Hey, I’m the one who is supposed to be nervous, not you,” said Lane.
“Well, you shouldn’t be. You have dreamboat Henry while I’m going to be
stuck with someone like-Tristan.”
“Stuck with someone like Tristan? How bad can that be, you know you guys
getting a little closer and all that.”
“Not with someone like Tristan, Tristan. This is officially the date
from hell. How could you set me up with Tristan?” Rory asked.
“That’s Tristan?” Lane asked. She recognized him from their early journey
to the club. “That’s Tristan, she thought. Oh my God, so it’s true. He really
likes Rory. Rory’s the girl from the song, oh my God! I have to tell Rory. Oh
no, I can’t. She won’t believe me. Lorelai then, I’ll tell Lorelai.”
“Yes that’s Tristan, oh my God they are coming over here right now!”
“That’s what they’re supposed to do, Rory, they are our dates.”
“He is not my date. Do not even put that into his head. It’s big enough
already,” Rory said.
Meanwhile, Henry and Tristan walk through the door. He says to Henry,
“I can’t believe
we’re in a karaoke club. Who’s idea was this anyway?”
“Lane’s,” Henry said. “You know, she’s a really cool girl, I’m sure
you’ll like her.”
“Crap,” Tristan thought, “Lane? What the hell am I going to do? She’s
going to recognize me and then tell Rory and then I’m finished.” He then
catches sight of Rory. “Rory’s here?” he said to Henry.
“What?” said Henry.
“Rory’s here, with that girl,” Tristan decided to play it cool and
pretend he didn’t know Lane.
“Why, that’s Lane! You know her friend? That’s great!” said Henry.
“No it’s not. Trust me when I say that. I apologize now for anything
that happens,” Tristan said. He knew that something was going to happen.
Whether it would be Rory’s wrath at how he is going to handle himself around
her, which already he knows will be like a five year old, or just his
jerkiness coming to light the minute words pop out of his mouth for Rory he
didn’t know.
“Apologize? Nothing bad is going to happen. Seriously, what’s the worst
that could happen?” said Henry.
“Don’t tell me I didn’t warn you,” thought Tristan. The two walked over
to Lane and Rory.
“Hey Lane,” said Henry.
“Hi Henry,” replied Lane. “This is Rory.”
“So I’ve learned. Also the girl from the party?” Henry asked.
“Yes, that would be me. Nice to finally meet you. Hey Tristan,” Rory said.
“Hey Rory,” he looked at Lane with a scared look on his face.
“Oh, Lane this is my friend Tristan,” said Henry.
“Nice to meet you,” said Lane. “I’ve heard things about you,” she
said. At this point she winked and mouthed, ‘don’t worry’.
“Nice to meet you too,” said Tristan. The look was gone from his face
and the smirk returned as he faced Rory.
“So, I finally have you out on a date with me. Who would have
thought?” Tristan teased.
“Don’t even start with me. The only reason I am here is for Lane and
if I had known you were coming as well, I definitely would have said no,”
replied Rory.
“Whoa, that was harsh, totally uncalled for.” Rory pulled out her
book. “Gilmore what do you think you are doing? You are not reading on our
first date?”
“And why not? Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t,” Rory said.
“Because,” Tristan thought, “it would absolutely kill me if you did
something like that to me.” Instead he said, “Because, even though we both
think this might be a disaster, I intend on having a good time, and that
definitely does not involve staring at you reading your book.”
“Well, I guess I can give that a try since I’m a considerate person.”
Meanwhile Lane and Henry were getting settled. Instead of talking about
each other, however, they were discussing their two friends who were arguing
intently. They were oblivious to their observers and didn’t even notice the
comments being exchanged between Lane and Henry.
Henry said, “Whoa, what’s up with those two? I never realized we could
form such a match without prior discussion. They’re perfect for each other.
Look at that. They both like each other, yet are unwilling to admit it.”
“You see it too?” Lane asked. “Thank God, I thought I was the only one
that saw it? Well, except for Lorelai, but she actually has never seen it,
but we both know it’s there and have told Rory.”
“This must be the girl Tristan has been bumming over,” said Henry.
“She definitely is,” said Lane.
“How do you know?”
“Oh, I’ve got inside information,” said Lane.
At this point a waitress came over and took their orders. The four
began to converse together about school life and social life. While they
were waiting for their food Lane suggested some karaoke. “What about it,
Rory?” asked Lane.
“I think I’ll pass right now,” she replied.
“Henry?”
“I’ll pass too,” he said.
“Tristan?” Lane gave him a look that said, ‘if you don’t come up with
me right now, I’ll spill.’
“Well, guess I have too,” he said. Lane and Tristan got up and walked
to the stage to discuss their plans. “So, you’re going to blackmail me?” He
asked.
“Well that and, I know your secret,” she said.
“I don’t know what your talking about,” Tristan replied to her accusation.
“I know that you really like Rory. But, I plan to keep this knowledge
on the down low if you do one thing for me.”
“Well, supposing I do like her, first of all, how do you know, and second
what is it that I have to do?” Tristan asked.
“Okay, first thing first. You like her because you sang that song, you
kissed her, and because Henry says you’ve been moping lately over a girl.
Using my deductive skills, I know that it’s Rory. Now, if you do not say
something to her sometime soon, I will tell her about the karaoke.”
“What is it you exactly want me to say? I’m sure you can see and I’m
also sure that she’s told you how much she hates me,” said Tristan.
“She might say that she hates you, but it is obvious to both me and
Henry that there is something between you two. Now, she might not realize
it yet and me and her mother will help her to with constant harassment.
You know, I’m sure Henry would help too, look at that (pointing to Henry
and Rory). I want to see results!”
“Whatever happens, happens. So what are we doing?” Tristan asked.
“How about ‘Can’t Take My Eyes Off You’?” At seeing Tristan’s look
she said, “Just kidding. You’re going to need to get a sense of humor.
Okay, I’ve got it, we’re singing ‘Sugar Pie Honeybunch’.”
“Do you know how much Rory is going to make fun of me for this?”
Tristan asked.
“Yes, and if there was something I could do for you I would but I
have nothing to get Rory up here on or I would. I’m sure you can handle
yourself though.”
Meanwhile, at the table Henry and Rory had been talking. At one point
Rory wondered, “What are they talking about?”
Henry said, “I think I know but you probably wouldn’t be happy to hear
about it.”
“What?” Rory said.
“Now, both you and I know that there is something between you and
Tristan. I don’t care how much you will deny it, but anyone can see the
sparks flying whenever you speak,” said Henry.
“I don’t know what you are talking about,” Rory said quickly. Luckily
for her, Lane and Tristan got up on the stage and their song began. Rory and
Henry watched in amusement as Tristanshowed his wild side and Lane was just
being Lane. When the song was over, Tristan and Lane returned to their table.
By this time the food had arrived. The four once again began to talk and have
a good time. Rory and Tristan did not get into any more fights or “flirting
matches” as everyone else saw them as and the evening went smoothly. After
dinner Rory and Lane went to the bathroom.
“Rory, would you mind terribly if Henry gives me a ride home?”
“That would mean I have to give Tristan a ride home?”
“Yes, you get an A+! Now I know what you’re going to say, but there is
nothing you can do to change it. Trust me, it’s for your own good, and mine
too,” Lane said.
“Lane, you owe me so big right now,” Rory said.
“One day you’ll thank me,” Lane replied.
“Whatever.”
While they were in the bathroom Henry and Tristan were talking.
Tristan said, “Lane’s cool, you like her a lot?”
“Yeah, she’s great. Just the type my parents would approve of. So,
you and Rory.”
“Don’t even start. That’s what this whole night has been about. It’s
never going to happen, even though that’s what I want,” said Tristan.
“Well, your going to have a little luck here. I think I’m going to
give Lane a ride home,” Henry said.
“That’s great!” said Tristan, “Though I don’t think that would do much.”
At this point the girls come back. “Are you ready to go?” they asked.
The four left the restaurant, Lane getting into Henry’s car and
Tristan getting into Rory’s jeep.
On the ride home to Lane’s house, Lane and Henry talked about their
families and their Korean values. They joked about their crazy mothers and
all the horrible blind dates they had been on. At Lane’s house, Henry met
Lane’s mother and she absolutely loved him. She even let Lane be alone with
him on the porch. They kissed good night and Henry left to go home. Lane
eagerly awaited Rory’s arrival and was expecting a phone call.
Meanwhile in Rory’s car, Rory ventured to bring up Tristan’s karaoke
song. “So aren’t you the performer,” she said.
“It was nothing. You know, I would sing for you any day of the week,”
he said.
“Did I say you were good?” she said, getting into the swing of things.
“You don’t have to. I know you think that I am good,” he said.
“Don’t flatter yourself,” Rory replied.
At this point the engine began to sputter and smoke. Rory pulls over
to the side of the quiet road. “I can’t believe this is happening to me,”
she says.
“What just happened?” Tristan asked.
“If I knew, it wouldn’t be that big of a problem, now would it? I’m
not a mechanic, and apparently neither are you. Do you have a cell phone?”
Tristan felt the phone in his pocket yet smirked to himself and said,
“No. You don’t have one? Your mother didn’t make you bring one?” He asked.
“It ran out of batteries and I didn’t have time to charge it,” Rory said.
“YOU were irresponsible? That’s a shocker. OWWW!”
“Okay, you can stop now. Just what I needed to be stranded with Mr.
Wiseguy,” Rory said.
“Hey, I think your in heaven right now,” Tristan said. He turned
and faced her.
“In your dreams, Mr. Karaoke,” Rory looked straight into his eyes.
“Well Mary, I already knew you were in my dreams, tell me, am I in
yours?”
All this time their faces had been moving closer and closer, their
eyes still connected. They were so focused on each other and their retorts
that they didn’t notice this movement. They were soon speaking in very low
and fierce tones, their heads only inches apart. At this point Rory noticed
and pulled away. “Can’t you think of anything else at a time like this. Why
must you always act this way?” Rory said.
Tristan thought, “Oh, I see it, look at her. She pulls away embarrassed
when she sees us getting too close. The sparks are definitely there, she
needs to see that there is something.” At this point Tristan decided it would
be in his best interest to call a truce and maybe start getting to know Rory.
He did now have a couple mile walk into town with Rory to talk. Tristan smiled
and said, “Hey Rory, you want to form a truce?”
“You serious?” Rory asked.
“Yes, I think we should. Seriously, believe it or not I like you. I want
to be friends.”
This was a shocker to Rory. “Tristan wants to be friends with me?” she
thought. “Wow,” she said. “I guess we can call a truce, but you understand,
no more Mary.”
“Yeah, we’ll see,” said Tristan, “if you’re lucky.”
The two shook hands on the deal and began to walk to the nearest town
to find a phone.
“So tell me, Rory, what is your favorite thing to do?” Tristan asked.
“Hmm, that’s a little difficult. There are so many things I like to
do, I guess reading is my favorite. I just get pulled into the story. What
about you, what is your favorite thing Tristan?”
Tristan thought for a moment, he wanted to say “thinking about you,”
but Rory would probably throw that off as another joke. He needed to get
cryptic. How could he craft his answer? He said, “Rory, I like to write.
I enjoy pulling in readers like you under my spell.” He smiled at her.
Rory said, “What types of things do you write?”
Tristan couldn’t believe it, she was actually believing him, he
figured he would probably have to try his hand at writing. “I enjoy short
stories and if you ever tell anyone I swear you are in for it, poetry.”
“Poetry, wow. And when do I get to feast my eyes upon your work?”
she asked.
“When you least expect it, Rory, when you least expect it.”
At this answer Rory looked confused but decided to just wait it out
and see what he had in store for her. “What do you do in your free time?”
she asked.
“You mean when I’m not consumed by Chilton homework and other various
social functions? I hang out with friends, read, write, go out, you know
the usual. What do you do?”
“Watch old movies, hang out with Lane, listen to music, read, go to
Luke’s, go to my Grandparent’s house, stuff, you know.”
When Tristan heard the name Luke, he panicked. “Who’s Luke?” he
thought, “Rory has another boyfriend?” Tristan grimaced, luckily it was
dark and Rory couldn’t see his facial expressions. “Who’s Luke?” he asked.
“Luke’s is where me and my mom get our coffee. He makes the best
coffee I have ever tasted in my entire life, nothing compares.”
Tristan sighed in relief. “What?” Rory said.
“What do you mean?” Tristan replied.
“You just sighed.”
“I did not.”
“You did too.”
“I definitely did not sigh.”
“I heard you. Stop denying it, Tristan.”
“I think I know what I do, and I definitely did not sigh.”
“Fine, you didn’t sigh, so tell me, what did you do?”
“Nothing at all.”
“Then what was that sound escaping from your mouth?”
“I was breathing, okay? Geesh, guys around here should be allowed to
breath without all these comments.”
Rory heard Tristan becoming really defensive with the tone of his
voice. Whatever just happened Tristan wanted to keep it to himself. “Okay,
fine,” Rory said.
“Finally,” Tristan thought, “If she kept bothering me, I might have
broken down. This is very difficult, trying to hide my true feelings. One
of these days…”
“Look! A gas station,” Rory said, interrupting Tristan’s thoughts.
“I’ll go get us some help, you make whatever phone calls you have to
make,” Tristan said.
Tristan walked over to the attendant while Rory walked to the phone.
She called her mother and Lane and told them she would be a little late
because of car trouble. Tristan meanwhile got the attendant to agree to
give them a ride back to their car and take a look at it. The three drove
to the car and little words were exchanged. The attendant fixed the minor
problem and told them the cost. Tristan tried to pay for it but Rory
wouldn’t allow it. The car being fixed, Rory and Tristan got back in.
Tristan gave directions to his house and soon they arrived.
Tristan looked at Rory before getting out, “You know, Rory, this
date wasn’t that bad after all, we actually got something accomplished.”
“Yeah, your right. I thought it was going to be the date from hell
and while I still question you origins, I had a good time,” Rory said.
“So you think I’m the devil, huh? I would have thought you would
have thought more of me,” Tristan pretended to be hurt but Rory could see
the enjoyment in his eyes under the fake pout.
“Good night Tristan, see you Monday,” Rory said, unable to come up
with a good comeback.
“Bye Rory, my kingdom of evil awaits,” he teased. Tristan got out
and walked up to his house. He thought, “My God, who would’ve thought I
would be on a date with the beautiful Rory Gilmore. And she is actually
starting to like me. I am in heaven. No wait, actually I’m in hell,” he
remembered Rory’s joke. “I might leave the dark side in favor for all that
is beautiful, white, and glorious.” Tristan happily walked up to his room
and got ready for sleep. He quickly got into bed, excited for the dreams
he was sure to have about him and Rory.
Rory drove home in silence. She was thinking about Tristan. “I
definitely saw a new side tohim tonight,” she thought. “He really isn’t
that bad of a person. I have fun hanging out with him,” she realized.
When Rory got home she explained everything to her mother. Lorelai
said, “So, I heard you were on a date with Tristan, anything happen?”
“For your information, that date was not voluntary, we were both
there because of our respective friends, and no, nothing happened except
for the car things. We did call a truce though, so we’re friends.”
“Ooh, friends is a nice first step, can’t wait for the next segment.”
“There won’t be a next segment,” Rory replied. “I have to call Lane
now, I promised.”
Rory called Lane and pretty much got the same reaction. “What is it
with those two,” she thought. “Don’t they have anything better to think
about?”
After their phone conversation Lane thought about Henry, but then
her mind wondered to Rory and Tristan. “They would make such a cute couple,”
she thought. “Well, I guess Tristan is heeding my warnings and starting
something, I can’t wait to see what happens.”
CHILTON MONDAY
Rory opened her locker and found a folded piece of paper. The cover
said “Enjoy, Tristan.” Rory unfolded the paper and sat down, leaning against
the bank of lockers. It was a poem entitled
‘You’
You lit up my life the moment I walked in and saw you.
Your radiance fills a dark room with a warm glow.
Your smile takes over your face and lights up your expressive eyes.
I see you, so far away from me even when we are close.
The red of your cheeks inspires me to do things I would never normally do.
While before I had courage, now I am in awe.
As Rory read, she couldn’t help feel that Tristan had written this
poem for someone. As she read she thought, “This girl is so lucky-wait
what am I thinking? Well, any guy who writes things like this for a girl
is great and that girl is lucky. That’s justifiable.” The thing is, Rory
couldn’t ignore a feeling inside. She wasn’t sure what it was, but she
tried to ignore it.
Tristan watched Rory as she read his poem from around a corner. He
had written it this morning. Rory was right in thinking he had written it
for someone in mind. He had written the poemabout Rory, everything he
said was true. Tristan thought as he saw Rory’s smile, “this writing
thing might turn out good after all.” The bell rang and he made his way
off to class.
During first period while Rory wasn’t taking notes she wrote a
message to Tristan, Great poem. I want to see more. On her way to her next
class she slipped the note into his locker. Paris saw Rory do this and
wondered, “what is she doing, I thought she didn’t like him.” Paris caught
up to Rory and said, “What are you doing?”
“Um, Paris, I’m on my way to class,” Rory replied.
“I know that but what is going on? I thought you hated Tristan.”
“What are you talking about?” Rory asked.
“What’s with the exchange of paper in each other’s lockers?”
“Just notes, and by the way we called a truce, we’re friends now.”
“I see.” With this, Paris stormed off in a huff, upset about the
new developments.
“Okay, that was odd, but then again Paris is always a bit wacky,”
Rory muttered under her breath as she sat down in her seat. Soon the bell
rang and it was time for third period, Mr. Medina’s class. When Rory was
exchanging books at her locker Tristan came up beside her and said, “I got
your note. So are you under my spell?”
“You know, I don’t fall for this witchcraft stuff but I thought the
you know what was really good and I want to read more.”
“Like I said earlier, when the time is right you’ll get more, they’ll
just appear, magically.”
Paris came up to them and said, “Hey Tristan, Rory.” The Tristan was
said in a sweet voice, while Rory’s name was a little more harsh. Paris
immediately began talking to Tristan, completely ignoring Rory. Rory walked
ahead to class while Tristan stared after her, a little bit annoyed because
of Paris’s interruption.
LUNCH
“Hey Rory, what’s up?” Tristan slung his things onto the table and
set his tray acrossfrom Rory. Rory looked up from her book and glanced
up at Tristan.
“Hey, I’m fine.” She lowered her voice and leaned in, “How’s my
little poet?” she asked. Tristan snatched Rory’s book. Rory looked up
surprised. “What was that for? I was quiet with the p thing.”
“It wasn’t that. How many times do I have to tell you that I am not
going to sit with you and stare at you when you read? You’ll get it back
at the end of lunch.”
“Just because you took my book doesn’t mean I’m going to speak to you.
I still have food to eat. If you were to take my food, that would be just
plain heartless, you know it is lunchtime,” Rory smiled and her eyes twinkled
as she continued with the flow of talk.
“Yeah, I wouldn’t take your food. But I know that you are a very smart
and able girl, so I’m guessing you can have a conversation while you eat,”
Tristan returned.
“I should have guessed you would know that. That’s a requirement to
get into Chilton. How could I have forgotten? I had to sit in front of an
entire buffet and recite Homer while eatinglunch. Just to see if I could
hold up with all the other students.”
“Okay, I get the point. So, anyway, I was wondering if you want to
study for AP’s together. I’m kind of getting nervous and I need someone to
study with. Even though you might view studying as a solo operation, I
don’t. Whaddaya say?”
“Well, I guess I can make an exception if you behave yourself.”
“My house, after school?” Tristan said.
“Sure, that’s fine. Could I get a ride?”
“No problem.”
After Rory finished eating, she got ready to leave. Tristan slipped
a piece of paper, unnoticed into her book and returned it to her. Rory
went outside, took out her cell phone and called her mother at the inn.
“Hey Mom. Yeah, nothing’s wrong it’s just that I need you to pickme up
later. Yeah, I’m studying for AP’s after school. With Tristan. Mom, stop!
That’s not the way it is. Whatever, just pick me up at six? Yeah, the
address is in the Chilton phonebook. Okay, see you then. Bye.” Rory
finished her conversation with her mother, shook her head, and left for
class. “What is up with her and Lane? Can’t they just give me a break?”
she thought.
TRISTAN’S HOUSE
Tristan parked his car in the garage and turned to Rory. “So, it’s
a nice day out. Do you want to sit out in back?”
“Sure, that would be fine.” The two walked outside.
“Do you want anything to drink, water, soda?” Tristan asked.
“I’ll have a water, thanks.” Tristan went inside to get the drinks.
Rory, meanwhile, pulled out her Barron’s review book and opened to
Thermodynamics. “I’m really nervous for the AP Chemistry exam. It’s going
to be so difficult. I can’t believe it is tomorrow!” she thought.
Tristan came out with two waters. “Thanks,” Rory said. “So I was
thinking we should do thermodynamics first, because that was really difficult.”
“Sounds great. Let’s get started.” The two studied and made some
progress. After a while, Tristan became restless leaned back in his chair.
He looked over at Rory who was still busy in her books. After five minutes
she looked up and saw Tristan staring at her, his elbow on the armrest of
the chair, pencil in hand, moving between his fingers. When he saw Rory
looking at him, he smirked.
“What?” she said.
“Nothing at all,” Tristan replied.
“I thought you said, staring at me while I was reading was no fun.”
“I couldn’t study any more. I had to find something to do. You were
just there. I couldn’t help it, Mary.” Tristan smirked once more. “I just
couldn’t help myself, there.”
“You know, you really deserve this, Bible boy.” Rory threw her pencil
at him. Tristan swiftly caught it and stood.
“It’s dangerous to throw pencils. You know there’ll be a penalty.”
Tristan started to make his way around the table. Rory got up as well and
moved away from the table. Tristan began stalking her like a cat stalks a
mouse. “I’m going to get you, Rory Gilmore.” Rory turned and ran. Tristan
followed. The two then heard a car pull up and a car door slam.
“Hello, anyone here?” Rory heard the voice of her mother and ran to
meet her as she walked around to the back of the house. “What’s going on?”
She eyed Tristan and Rory with a knowing glance.
“Mom, you have to save me from Bible boy over here. He seems to think
I’m some person named Mary. I think he has some sort of visual impairments
‘cause he makes this mistake all the time.”
Tristan just stared. “She threw a pencil.”
“Okay, now the both of you are talking crazy. Come on Rory, we have
to go.”
“Yeah sure Mom.” Rory walked back to the table and collected her
belongings. Meanwhile Lorelai began to talk with Tristan.
“Lorelai Gilmore, nice to meet you. I take it from the Bible boy name
you must be Tristan.”
“Tristan Dugrey, nice to meet you too, Ms. Gilmore.”
“Lorelai, please. So did you two have fun studying?”
“Yes, we got a lot done. Rory was a great help.” Rory walked up.
“Ready to go Mom? Bye Tristan, see you tomorrow, don’t cram too much.”
“Bye Rory, Lorelai.”
IN THE CAR
“So, that was Tristan?” Lorelai asked.
“Yes, thank you for behaving yourself.”
“You’re happy I didn’t embarrass you? You didn’t want to be embarrassed
in front of Tristan.”
“Mother, I don’t want to be embarrassed in front of anybody. You know
that.”
“And what was all that chasing, running, flirting I saw.”
“Okay there was chasing and running but no flirting. As Tristan said,
I threw a pencil, but he started it. He called me Mary.”
“Oh I see.” Lorelai winked at her daughter.
“Okay Mom, I’m going to read now and ignore you so I suggest you stop.”
Rory pulled out her book that she hadn’t opened since lunch. She turned to the
page where she had left off and found a folded sheet of paper. She smiled to
herself and discreetly opened the paper. Lorelai would have a field day with
this one if she found out.
Denial
I know how I feel
About her
Beauty, warmth, intelligence
I wish to share
I feel the spark
I know
How she feels is the same
Why?
Why won’t she admit her feelings?
It would give me peace of mind
If she would at least realize herself
She needs to pay attention to the voice of her heart
And come out of denial.
Rory stopped smiling. “Man, what is wrong with me? This is just a poem. It is not the
words of your mother or Lane. But why do I feel this applies to me. What is going on?” Rory
buried her head in her legs.
“Rory, hun, what’s wrong?” Lorelai asked her daughter.
“I’m just thinking about something Mom.”
“Do you want to talk about it?”
“No, I think I can handle it.”
“Okay, but just know that I’m here for you whenever you need it.”
“Thanks Mom.”
End Part 3
Chapter 4
PHONE CALL TUESDAY AFTERNOON
"Hey Lorelai," said Lane.
"Hi Lane, you know Rory's not home from school yet."
"Yeah, that's why I'm calling. I have some juicy gossip," said Lane.
"About Rory and Tristan?"
"Yeah, but mainly Tristan. But you can't tell Rory, she has to learn on
her own and come out of denial."
"Tell me what is it?"
"Actual proof of something between Tristan and Rory. You remember when
Rory and I went out to the Karaoke club for the first time?"
"Yeah," Lorelai replied.
"Well there was this really hot boy who sang 'Can't Take My Eyes Off of
You' so I went to talk to him because he looked sad. Anyway, he said he
really liked this girl, blah blah blah, you get it. You know, the
Rory/Tristan story. So anyway, the other night I met Tristan, and he is the
guy! Tristan likes Rory!"
"Ooh, so now you have blackmail on him? What are we going to do?" Lorelai
asked evilly.
"Yeah, I told him if he doesn't act fast, I would tell Rory about the
karaoke."
"Oh, that's great Lane. You do know I taught you everything you know."
"Yeah, I know. Remember don't tell Rory."
"You got it Lane. But I have to go now-Rory's home."
"Okay, bye."
"Hi Mom." Rory walked into the kitchen.
"Hey Rory, how was school and your AP Chem test?"
"Oh, it was so hard. I have no idea how I did. It was my first AP," Rory
replied.
"Well, I'm so glad that you're finished with that for now."
"Me too. Let's get coffee."
"Best idea all day."
NIGHT TIME
Rory did all her homework and yawned. Even though she hadn't been
harassed all day, she was tired from the AP and all her homework. She got
ready for bed and slipped under the covers.
CHILTON
The hallway was extremely crowded and Rory tried to make her way out the
door. Someone ran into her, knocking her to the ground. He came over and
helped her up. He was about six feet tall, blonde hair, and blue eyes.
"Hi," he said.
"Hello," Rory replied. "Thank you for your help. I have to go now."
"Wait, come back!" But it was already too late.
Rory soon found herself in front of a huge mansion. She went inside and
she saw a lot of people. Rory milled around for a while until suddenly she
felt someone grab her hand. It was the boy from before, she knew that, but he
looked strangely familiar. Rory couldn't place it though. He led her outside
to the front of the mansion where they sat on the grass. They spoke for a bit
and then they leaned in for a kiss. Before anything happened, however, Rory
was jolted from sleep by her alarm clock. Rory sat up, "Why did that dream
have to end?" She groaned and got up to get ready for school. While taking
her shower she thought about her strange dream and the boy. "Who was that
boy? I know who it is I just DON"T KNOW right now. I knew then though. Who
was it and why was he in my dream?"
Rory was quiet during breakfast. "Rory, what's wrong?" Lorelai asked.
"Nothing, I just had this really weird and intense dream. I'm trying to
figure it out." Rory replied.
"What was it about? Purple bunny rabbits and coffee?"
"Not quite. There was a boy who I know who it is, I just don't know right
now-like I knew in my dream."
"Oh," Lorelai thought for a moment, "I bet Tristan was in this dream."
"So," Lorelai said, "what did this boy look like?"
"Well he was taller than me, blonde hair, blue eyes. That's about it."
"Keep pondering, maybe it'll come to you later today."
"Okay, well gotta go catch the bus."
Rory arrived at school a little early and sat down by her locker after
she had unpacked her book bag. She didn't pull out a book, she just sat.
Tristan saw her and came over. "Hey Rory, where's the book?" He was worried
why she was bookless-an odd sight-but he also wanted to know about his second
poem. They didn't have a chance to talk yesterday because of the AP.
"Oh, hey Tristan, just thinking. I had the weirdest dream that I'm just
trying to figure out."
"Want to tell me about it?"
"I don't know, it would be kind of embarrassing."
"Sorry, I know dreams are personal. I shouldn't have asked."
"Oh, that's okay. Oh, I just remember…" Rory removed the poem from her
bag.
"So…" Tristan said. For some strange reason things were getting a little
awkward.
"Your poems have a profound effect on me that I just can't describe."
"So are you enchanted yet?"
"You're the one on the dark side, not me."
"Don't worry, I won't be lonely for long, I'll have you over in no time."
"Well, we'll just have to see about that."
"Hmm…my poems have a profound effect on her. I wonder what? I hope
'Denial' caused her to think. I think it's time to craft another poem. How to
give it to her, though, I wonder…"
Rory started eating her lunch outside because the days were getting
really nice. Sometimes Tristan would join her and they would talk. While they
continued their sparring in the hallways, lunchtime outside was serious
talking. Rarely did they joke, but they carried on normal conversation.
"So, Tristan, why did you start writing poetry?"
"Well, Rory, I needed a better way to express my feelings."
"What do you mean by better?"
"Poetry allows me to say how I feel without others directly commenting.
If I say something in poetry they believe it than if I say it in passing
conversation. Also, I don't have to be afraid."
"Afraid of what?" Rory asked.
"Letting people in," said Tristan quietly.
"What?" Rory asked, not hearing Tristan.
Tristan took a deep breath and slowly released it. "I'm scared of letting
people in."
"Well, you shouldn't feel that way. How about this: If you ever need to
talk to me, just know that I'm here to listen. Don't be afraid to let me in
because I will not judge you. I hope that you've learned from our little
talks that we're true friends now."
"Yeah, you really consider me as your friend? After I've been somewhat
evil in the past?" Tristan looked up hopefully.
"I'm not the type of person to hold a grudge. Besides, you're a totally
different person from before, I've really gotten to know the real you and
even though we joke about your evilness, I know you're not evil. I like you
too and enjoy being your friend." Rory finally had returned Tristan's comment
from the night of their date when they formed a truce.
Tristan smiled. "Thanks Rory, for being here for me."
"It's my pleasure," Rory replied. The bell rang, cutting short anything
more that might have happened. Tristan was extremely happy and thrilled that
Rory said she enjoyed being friends. He still had a problem though. She
wanted to be friends, but did she want anything more? Was she going to admit
her feelings? Rory said she would be there, but would she stay once Tristan
admitted his true feelings?
Walking to her next class, Rory had a great smile on her face. She was
extremely happy. She wasn't sure why but knew it had to do with the
conversation she just had with Tristan. "Why am I this happy?" she thought.
"We've been friends this whole time, nothing changed. Maybe it was because I
finally told him and now that he knows makes me feel better. Yes that must be
it." Rory was still ignoring the voice of her heart.
LATER AT CHILTON
The bus pulled out of the Chilton parking lot and set off to its
destination. Rory and her classmates were on another school field trip. This
time they were travelling to Ellis Island to learn about immigration. Rory
was really excited for this trip because she was looking forward to
researching her family's history. While there, it started to rain really
hard. The Chilton students had trouble returning to the mainland because
everyone tried to catch the boat back at once. The ferry couldn't hold all
the people from the Statue of Liberty and Ellis Island in one trip. By the
time they crossed over, it was late in the day. The bus ride home was also
long and it was dark and the students weren't home. Rory found herself
sitting next to the same blonde hair, blue eyed boy she had met a few days
before. This time, he kissed her. And he kissed her again. Rory woke up,
upset once more that her dream had been interrupted. "Why me???? That dream
was even better than the other one. That boy needs an identity soon. Mystery
boy is not the best name." Rory got ready to go to school.
Once again Rory sat at her locker, pondering her dream. Tristan came over
and said, "What's up?"
"Nothing, just thinking. I had another dream."
"You want to talk? You know, the same offer applies in your case to me.
Just wanted to let you know," Tristan said.
"Well, I guess I could elaborate a bit on the strange dream part. Have
you ever had a dream that seemed so real that you thought you were really
there?"
"Oh yeah, more times than you can imagine," Tristan said. How many nights
had he spent with Rory in a magical world only to be woken up and realizing
that it never happened?
"And then you wake up and it is the most horrible thing ever. The dream
gods are such cruel people."
"I totally know what you're talking about. So, what happened?" Tristan
asked.
"Well, there's a mystery boy."
"Ooh, a mystery boy. And what's so mysterious about him?" Tristan asked.
"Well, in the dream I know exactly who he is except when I wake up I just
can't for the life of me remember and it is bugging me so much because I know
I know, things just aren't clicking."
"Yeah, I hate it when that happens. So, tell me more about Mystery Boy,"
he said. "Well, at least it's only a boy in a dream. I shouldn't get too
worried about that," he thought.
"I don't know, you know, this is really weird talking about this with
you."
"Why? How is this weird?" Tristan asked.
"Well, you're not my mother and you're a boy."
"Wow, nice deductive skills. But how is that weird?"
"Because, I usually only talk about these things with my mother or Lane.
I guess what I'm saying is I've never had a guy friend before. This is like
unchartered territory."
"So basically I'm going where no other man has ever gone before?" Tristan
smirked.
"Would you just stop?" Rory said and playfully smacked him on the arm.
"Can you ever be serious?"
"Come on, you always need a little humor," Tristan replied. The bell
rang signaling the start of the school day. Rory and Tristan walked to
their Music Survey class with Mr. Raaen.
"Good morning, class. It’s time for your final project. I’ve been
pleased so far with your other projects this year: the interview with a
composer and the song analysis so I’m expecting your best work. I want
you to use everything you’ve learned this year to compose lyrics to any
song of your choice. Now you will not have to perform your song, but you
must recite the lyrics for the entire class. You have a week."
"Perfect," Tristan thought. "All I have to do is write another poem
but to lyrics. This is going to be great!"
ONE WEEK LATER
"My song is called ‘Dreams’ and it’s to the tune ‘Spanish Eyes’."
Tristan was at the front of the classroom, introducing his song. Rory
snapped to attention at the title to his song, which coincidentally, was
the same as hers.
Here we are, in this perfect dream together
Hand in hand, will this moment last forever
Feeling whole with you near
Taking away all my fears
Just hold my hand
As I look
Into your clear blue eyes
Hoping that you’ll never leave my side.
You are so beautiful to me.
How can I leave this behind
Wake up each morning and I find
That it was a dream and that you are not here with me
Feelings only I would know
But how to show them I don’t know
You’re something new and bright, you changed my heart, I won’t let go.
Is this real, am I nothing but a dreamer
All alone, emotions unfamiliar
I’ve never felt this way before
Since the day I walked through the door
A little late, I should have told you how I feel
I thought it would be no different than before
You are so beautiful to me
How’d you change my point of view
You showed me everything that’s new
You are so different from the rest and I love that so
Feelings I wish you would know
To change inside you and grow
For you to realize that there’s more to me than you know.
I’ve loved you from a distance
‘Cause you wouldn’t let me in
But now we’re starting to be friends
When I look into your clear blue eyes
You are so beautiful to me
How can I leave this behind
I must tell you what’s on my mind
Before it’s too late and I no longer can tell
Now you must listen to me
Please, it’s real I’ll help you see
That we were meant to be together, it’s destiny
Rory was next to go. She was a little unsettled at following
Tristan’s song, because their thoughts seemed to be on the same wavelength.
My song is also called ‘Dreams’ but it is to the theme from Ice Castles.
Dreams
Magic nighttime scenes
Everlasting love
That is what I found there
Reflections in the night
Peace within my heart
Will show me the way
To the heart that waits for me someday
Life
Different from the dreams
Images are gone
No longer remembered
Mystery captures me
Who can he be
That steals me away
I hope I find him someday
And here in the day
I’ve found something new
A feeling grows within my heart
I denied it before but I now I know
Love
Now a reality
So hard to explain
How this came to be
I think you feel this too
How did this come true
That I found you
In my dreams
And in my life.
As Rory listened to Tristan’s song, she thought, "This is just like
his poems. It seems as if he is writing them for someone. I wish that it was
me because I think I like him more than as a friend." Tristan had
similar thoughts. As Tristan listened to Rory’s song, he felt hopeful.
"Could this song be about me?"
End Part 4
Chapter 5
The bell rang, but unfortunately Rory and Tristan had no chance to approach
each other. Both were summoned by fellow classmates who wanted to give them
praise for their songs. Soon they had to go to their next class. All through
the morning they had no time to talk between class, but both had plenty to
say.
By the time lunch rolled around, Rory was ready for some relaxation after
a busy morning. She got her lunch and walked to the tree, which she usually
sat under. Rory pulled out her copy of Kurt Vonneguy's Welcome to the Monkey
House, the book they were currently reading in English. Rory had unbelievable
concentration, yet she was aware when she felt eyes studying her. She knew it
was Tristan but she decided she would let him study her for awhile. By this
time, Tristan had sat down with his lunch and began to eat while watching
Rory intently.
Without looking up Rory said, "I thought watching me read was boring."
"I lied," Tristan said. "Watching you read is peaceful, though I was
telling the truth when I said I would rather you not read while I'm here. So,
I liked your song. Didn't get a chance to say so before."
"Yeah, we were both pretty busy, right?" Rory said as she put her book
down.
"Kind of strange how we both had the same titles," Tristan said.
"Well, what did you think I was going to write about, that mystery boy
has been on my mind all this week."
"Any ideas?" Tristan asked.
Rory replied, "I think I'm starting to learn a little more about him each
day. So, who's the girl? You can tell me."
Tristan thought, "Was the song not about me? Why wouldn't Rory tell me if
it was about me? But it has to be about me, I can sense a change. Well, I for
sure am not just going to tell her it is her, I can't until I am 110% sure
because I don't want to ruin the friendship we have going." Tristan started
off, "Well, Rory, let me tell you how beautiful she is, not only on the
outside, but on the inside as well. She is gorgeous, and, you might like to
know, she has substance, she's smart, driven, and has ambition, you know like
Paris, except not her." Tristan quoted her from the day they talked a little
after their kiss.
Rory's hopes soon fell, Tristan said the girl was gorgeous. "It couldn't
be me, can it? I mean, I know I'm not ugly but I'm not gorgeous either.
Although, come to think of it, I am very similar to Paris lacking the
weirdness she exudes. But I do have my own quirkiness. Anyway, what to do?"
Rory thought. She then said, "Sounds totally unlike you, I must say, I
approve."
"Well, like I said earlier, she's changed me. So, tell me about Mystery
Boy," Tristan said. He needed some reassurance.
"Well, he's definitely opposite from me, I used to not like him, but now
I find him tolerable, you know, like I was saying in my song, stuff like
that. I found someone in my life, yada yada yada."
"So, does Mystery Boy have a name?"
"Yeah, but I don't think he's ready to know until he comes to term with
himself and his feelings." Rory gave Tristan yet another chance to tell her.
She was getting a little confused, why wasn't Tristan saying anything? She
had endured harassment from her mother, Lane, and Henry and it turns out they
were wrong?
After Rory said those words, he was silent. Completely. Did he hear her
right, did she just practically say he was the Mystery Boy without entirely
saying it? He looked at Rory, who had picked up her book once more. Inside,
Rory was really embarrassed because Tristan remained silent, but she had to
remain cool on the outside. No breakdown, especially in front of Tristan, she
didn't want him to hold this over her head.
"Idiot," Tristan thought. "You had the perfect opportunity and you blew
it! That is not like you to chicken out. How many times have you said
something like that to her?"
He had an idea. He hoped it wouldn't piss her off though. "Rory," Tristan
said.
"What?"Rory didn't look up from her book.
"I forgot to tell you something."
"Yeah?" Rory asked nonchalantly. Inside she was jumping for joy.
"Remember when your car broke down?" Tristan asked.
"Of course, how could I forget," Rory responded sarcastically.
Tristan pulled out his cell phone and handed it to her.
"You little freak!" Rory exclaimed. "You had a phone. We could have
easily called and gotten rescued in ten minutes. I walked two miles for no
reason? Are you crazy."
"You know I'm crazy, Rory. We both know I'm crazy."
"What were you thinking?" Rory asked, exasperated.
"I was thinking how great it would be to call a truce. You know, if it
wasn't for the phone, we wouldn't be here."
"We would still exist," Rory said.
"Yeah, but I wouldn't be sitting under this tree on the most beautiful
day of the year with you."
"Yeah, you might be with your dream girl," Rory said, now back in her
fighting Tristan mode.
"Well, then I might have taken any scenario. You see, since I already am
with my dream girl then it wouldn't have mattered what I did. So you can't be
mad at me for the cell phone thing."
"I'm not your dream girl," Rory said softly and looked down, she was shy.
Tristan leaned over and lifted her chin so she was looking into his eyes.
"Rory, that's why you're my dream girl. You are so beautiful, yet so modest.
So exquisite and outstanding."
"I don't know what to say."
"Tell me," Tristan said.
"What?" Rory asked.
"His name."
"Tristan, I should have known, you know, he looked like you. I don't know
why I didn't put it together sooner."
"You weren't sure until now. I, on the other hand," Tristan started.
"Have known since I first mentioned him," Rory finished.
"Rory, how did you," Tristan was once again interrupted by Rory.
"We Gilmores have a weird way," Rory said.
"You didn't seem to get it earlier."
"I didn't want to because if I did, then I would have had to admit my
feelings as well, which,"
"You weren't ready to do until your song," Tristan finished.
"Exactly. Don't you think it odd that we seem to be finishing one
another's sentences?"
"Not in the least, Rory Gilmore. You know, you're an odd girl."
"Thank you, wow, déjà vu."
"Then I guess I should do this." Tristan leaned in and kissed Rory. Rory
kissed him back and pulled away. "I know we're doing a bit of a replay here
but I would appreciate if you skip the crying part."
"I was thinking the same thing myself." Rory smiled and leaned toward
Tristan. They met in the middle and electricity ran from one to the other.
The end!
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