Two months time

Chapter 3: It Being A Sunday/ Two Coffees

A/N: It's the next chapter! WOOOO! Lol. Read on.

A/N2: May I remind all of you who think this is moving to fast or whatever, they've known each other for about three years, seeing as it's their junior year in high school. Under my opinion they are not moving to fast. So don't sit there and leave rude reviews. I understand that you guys are probably trying to help out, but you need to actually read into the details before going on about things in plain view. Also to the other reviewer who mentioned her complaining about Tristan showing up at the time she told him, it's a Saturday and they have a week to complete it, and seeing as I'm just as uptight about my grades as she is, I would have relaxed a bit too.

I'm sorry if you take offense by this but I wanted to get you all back on track and I do appreciate all the reviews!

He awoke early, five o'clock to be exact. The first thing he notices was that it was dead silent. It was too quiet, and it was starting to freak him out.

Rory had gone to bed across the hall from him. And his thoughts went to her immediately. Was she okay? His blood ran cold as he thought about all the things that could have happened. Maybe he was just overreacting.

He got out of bed anyway and slipped silently across the hall and opened the door to the room she was in. there she was, sleeping, safe as ever and unharmed. His heart slowed its hammering and he was once again able to breathe. It was still deadly quiet and it wasn't a pleasant quiet, it was more like a quiet that made you nervous, made your imagination run loose. He didn't like it.

He closed her door and silently crept back to his room where he went to the window and peered outside into the dark gray sky. It was still pouring outside. It had officially been raining for a few hours now. Was that possible? He looked up over the trees and watched the clouds. They visibly tumbled around each other as if in an angry fight over who was allowed to flood the grounds below them. Lighting flashed across the sky, lighting the ground and everything around it for a second before darkening again. The sky was not looking good.

He hated storms. they always scared him. His parents were always too busy to help him get over his fear. So whenever he was by himself in a storm that old fear came back. He ended up feeling helpless and stupid for being scared about a harmless thunderstorm. This time it was different. He wasn't only scared for himself, but also for the girl across the hall from him. He smiled at the memory of how she had actually come forward and admitted her crush. He would never have been able to do the same thing.

He watched a moment longer as the clouds continued to move around each other. His mind screamed tornado, and he didn't like that thought. He needed to get Rory up. His blood was singing in his ears and he tried to calm down. It was hopeless, something was terribly wrong with the weather that angrily greeted him from his window. He closed the blinds and went back to Rorys room.

"Rory?" he shook her gently and she groaned before rolling over. "Rory, wake up, the clouds, you need to see these clouds." He shook her again and she looked up at him with heavy lidded eyes. He would have kissed her right then but he didn't want to take anything too fast. He didn't want to lose her now that she was finally his to keep safe.

"What about the clouds Tris?"

"Come look at them. It looks like tornado weather."

She shot up out of bed and looked up at him. She looked adorable in the shirt and boxers she had borrowed from him as pajamas. "Are you just trying to scare me?"

He shook his head and gently took her by the hand. "Come see for yourself."

"Why are you awake?" she asked as he lead he back across the hall.

"It was too quiet."

She listened for a moment and nodded. "I agree. It's a really weird quiet."

"I know."

"There isn't any wind."

"I noticed." He pulled the blinds up and let her look up at the sky with the same worried expression that had probably crossed his features as well.

"You weren't joking." She said in a tiny voice. "I hate storms."

"So do I."

She continued to look out the window as she folded herself in his arms. She felt so right against him. As if she had been molded to fit him all along. "I hope there isn't a tornado."

"I hope so too." He hugged her closer as she finally looked away from the storm and rested her head in the crook of his neck.

He stood with her in his arms for a while before she slowly pulled away and sat on the end of his bed.

"Can I stay in here for a while?" she asked.

He nodded. "Sure." He watched as she pulled the covers up around herself and then looked up at him.

"It's okay if you want to lay down too you know." She smiled.

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah. I trust you."

Those were some big words she had just used. Already she trusted him enough to sleep in the same bed with her. Big steps for their first night as a somewhat official couple.

He slid into the bed beside her and wrapped an arm around her waist. She had basically curled up in a little ball beside him.

After a moment of listening to her breathing slow down to a point where he knew she was asleep again he felt his eyelids grow heavy. He was shocked for a moment at how easily he was able to fall asleep with her in his arms. It had never been like this with any of the other girls. Rory wasn't just another girl though, she was already a part of him and he knew it.

He finally let sleep take over, a soft smile on his lips.

He woke up again at nine to find that Rory was not in bed beside him. He sat up with a start and looked over towards his desk. "Good morning Rory."

She jumped at her name before smiling. "The power is back on."

He turned around to look at his digital alarm clock and nodded. It was blinking a twelve o'clock at him. "Good."

"You snore really loud." She pointed out.

"Really? Sorry." He smirked. "I don't think I've slept that well in a long time."

"I've never woken up this early in my entire life."

"I bet."

"I called my mom, she says I can stay as long as I want."

"So you told her then?"

"About us being an us?"

He nodded.

"Yeah." She picked at the hem of the boxers she had on. "I also think we need to get a little more work done."

"Alright. But first, it being a Sunday, we should have a big breakfast."

Rory giggled. "I can't cook to save somebody's life."

"That's all right. I can make almost anything that can be called breakfast." He smirked again before standing up and stretching. "You want to come with me?"

"Sure." She stood up and followed him out the door and down the stairs to the kitchen.

He made them breakfast enough for five people. There were pancakes, french toast, homemade hash browns, and even some fresh melon and strawberries he had found in the fridge. The kitchen was filled with laughter and joy he had never thought possible. Rory made him happy, and he was grateful for it.

"So," she spoke around a bite of pancake, "You're going to be here all by yourself for two months?"

He stabbed a hash brown before answering. "Yup."

"Well, if you ever want to come over to my place for the night your more than welcome to. I'm sure it gets lonely around here."

"Thanks." He smiled across the table at her and, picking up his glass of orange juice and clinking it against hers said, "To us."

"To us." She repeated and took a sip, a smile dancing in her eyes. "To tell the truth Tris, I never thought I could have this much fun with you."

"Never underestimate a DuGrey."

"Never again." She giggled before taking another pancake and dumping syrup on it. "This is a very good breakfast."

"Good enough for a Sunday?"


Every so often he looked up from his food to watch her slowly eat another piece of french toast before hurriedly looking down again as she glanced up at him. Eventually they finished eating and, after cleaning up their mess, went back to the library to finish up the study session that had ended rather suddenly the night before.

Tristan Picked Rory up at her house on Monday morning and when she got in the car two coffees were awaiting her.

"Good morning Mary."

"Enough with the nickname Tristan."

"But it suites you so well."

"Alright then," she took a sip of her coffee. "Bible boy."

He smirked and pulled out of her driveway, headed for Chilton.

Both of her coffees were long gone when they finally arrived early at the school. He turned of the ignition and pulled the key out before turning in his seat to face her.

She smiled up at him before asking nervously. "When we go in there should we um…hold hands or something?"

"Only if you want to."

"I want to."

He smiled at her before getting out of the care and meeting her halfway. "Shall we?"

"We shall." She slid her hand into his as they entered the school.

He looked around the almost deserted hallway, and was thankful that his 'friends' were nowhere to be found "I'll walk you to your locker." He stated and squeezed her hand, hoping that his friends would not blow this for him. His relationship with Rory had just begun and if he took one wrong step he knew she would walk away from him and most likely never look back.


He whipped around and sighed. This was the last person he wanted to see.

"Man!" he clapped Tristan on the back before whispering in his ear. "You finally got in her pants didn't you." He clapped him on the shoulder.

Tristan looked over at Rory who was paying him no attention as she grabbed books from her locker and shoved them in her bag. He hoped she hadn't heard anything. "No, and I'm in no hurry to do so either. She's different from the others, we're dating, so back off. And don't go get the others, I'm not in the mood for it today." Tristan glared at him before turning his back and facing Rory, who was patiently waiting for him to finish.


She nodded and he took her hand before heading off to his locker. He hoped Josh would lay off the jokes from now on. But the guys never really listened to him so it was pointless to even think he had taken him seriously.

"How could you?"

"What did I do now Paris?"

Tristan watched from the side as Paris came storming up to Rory, he did not want to get into this fight but it looked like he already was.

"You know what you did."

"No, I don't."

Paris squinted at Rory and clenched her fists before stepping forward and whispering something in her ear he pretended not to hear.

"Your going out with Tristan."

"So?" Rory also whispered in return.

"You know how I feel about him."

"I can't do anything about it Paris. I'm sorry."

"Don't apologize to me." She stormed off in her usual way and disappeared around the corner.

" What's up with her?"

"She's just being the usual Paris." Rory smiled before going into the classroom a bit further down the hall.

Tristan followed close behind.

One of the ups about this math class was that he sat right behind Rory, the down side to the whole thing was that it was, well, math. And first hour too. His brain wasn't allowed to work this early in the morning, Rory on the other hand was wide awake and awaiting the teachers instructions, he chuckled, must be because of all the coffee she drank this morning, correction- every morning.

His classes without Rory in them to keep him company went by slowly, so when lunch finally came around he couldn't wait to see her. Maybe he would take her out to lunch instead of having to eat the same old chicken sandwich thing again. The school was boring, and he wanted to get out of there.

"Rory, what do you say we blow this Popsicle stand and go out to eat?" he sat down beside her as she looked up from her latest book, David Copperfield.

"Popsicle stand?"

"Yea," he tapped his fingers on the lunch table.

"I've heard that saying somewhere else."

"I got it from some movie I think."

She nodded. "That's probably were I heard it too."


"So what?"

"Wanna go out to lunch?"

She closed her book and smiled at him. "That sounds like a good idea to me."

He nodded. "Lets get out of her then."



She put her arm through his as they walked towards the front door and out into the sun. "It's nice out here today."

"It's better than that storm on Saturday."

She nodded and got into the passengers side of his car.

"Any requests?"

"Nope, surprise me."