Disclaimer: The only thing I currently own is this wonderful CD by Keith Urban, not Gilmore Girls
A/N: I don't know if anyone remembers this story but hey, here's another chapter. And I would like to thank everyone who reviewed it! You guys rock!
Okay, I don't know when I may be posting something again since I don't have a computer at the moment, I write when I get the chance too. So I hope you enjoy this small chapter.
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When the sun is hard to find
When it's raining in your eyes
When the shadows block those pretty little blue skies living inside you
When the falling of your tears, makes a candle disappear
When you just can't see the light
Baby, I'll find a way to shine
I'll find a way to shine
She didn't like that.
That she could sit here so easily, forget that he was not telling her they were going and just be content to be around him.
It wasn't supposed to be like this.
She frowned, wondering what exactly it was supposed to be like.
Damn it! Why couldn't her educated brain function like it normally did around Dean or Jess? Why did it have to go hay wire and gooey with Satan?
She was in trouble. She knew it.
Did he make all his past girlfriends feel like this...?
Probably not, it was well known that they were all... well, never mind. She knew what she meant and that's all that mattered.
And the fact that Tristan was confusing was like nothing has been able to do, left her speechless.
He wasn't talking; he wasn't trying to stir the conversation by talking about school.
He wasn't doing anything.
He just was.
Maybe if she saw this side of him in school, she wouldn't have loathed him so much.
He wasn't trying to be someone -something-, he wasn't.
From what she could tell, right now, he was being Tristan Dugrey.
Not some mock of himself he struts around the school.
And for some reason, that thought made her heart flutter up her throat.
She had long stopped paying attention to where they were going.
If wasn't any use, she didn't know anything in Hartford other than Chilton and her grandparents house. Plus the few stops for coffee in-between. Even from her little trips to the Country Club, she didn't know how to get there.
From her steady gaze out the tinted window, she heard the volume of his radio increase but didn't bother listening until she heard a voice that she knew didn't belong to the artist.
"Are you serious?" she asked before she could stop her eager tongue.
He chuckled, expecting the response from the girl in his passenger seat.
Rory flushed, not expecting him to laugh at her about it. "I'm just... surprised - I mean." she groaned, of course when she started talking she couldn't even form a coherent sentence. "I'm just surprised."
He shrugged in nonchalant.
She frowned, out of all the things that made her question this date would be his indifference.
After all the time he spent chasing after her, she finally gave in and he has on this cool, unaffected persona.
Like he would rather be somewhere else.
Her stomach tightens as all the thoughts ran through her mind as to why he was acting so distant.
Maybe he finally has me on the date and is no longer interested...
Her frowned deepened as the thought flashed through her mind before flashing away, leaving a trail of doubts in its wake.
She was being tugged away from her uneasy thoughts as the lyrics from the song poured from the speakers.
'Cause I'd like to see you out in the moonlight
I'd like to kiss you way back in the sticks
I'd like to walk you through a field of wildflowers
And I'd like to check you for ticks
"It's not what Tristan, King of Chilton would listen too but..." he shrugged, preferring not to indulge in his thought much farther.
That's why he was acting the way he was.
It made more sense now and from the tone of his voice, as much as he wanted to appear indifferent, he clearly thought other wise.
"I didn't mean it that way, I just wasn't expecting you to listen to country, that's all." she replied softly.
She heard him sigh before he reached over and turned down the radio. "Sorry, I just..."
Rory nodded her head, understanding even if he couldn't form the words. "So... Brad Paisley, huh?"
His lips curled up-wards into a smile. "He's not so bad. But I listen to a bunch of other stuff, I just happen to like him." he shrugged, wishing his embarrassment away.
The only word passing through her mind right now was giddy.
She was freaking giddy because she learned something new about the mystery man next to her that he probably hadn't shared with anyone else and was embarrassed over it. She decided the red curling up his cheeks made him look even cuter.
God, she hadn't even been around him long and she was already turning into mush. "I liked the Spice Girls, if that makes you feel better." she admitted before she realized what she was saying.
"Wow." he said slowly. "That's way worse then Brad."
Rory shrank in her seat, suddenly wishing her good nature for not wanting him to be embarrassed over his taste in music.
"Hey," Tristan said softly. "I was just joking; I didn't mean anything by it..." After seeing her slouch down in her seat and her cheeks heat to a new level, he knew tonight was probably not the best not to harass her over anything.
She nodded her head, her embarrassment to heavy for her to speak. She honestly didn't know what it was about him that affected her so abnormally.
"I once listened to a whole Britney Spears CD."
Startled, she looked over at him, he was staring straight out the window, not daring to look over at her, his cheeks getting redder by the minute, and his knuckles whitening as his grip tighten on the wheel.
She felt the urge to let loose the string of laughter that wanted to break free but she pushed it down, not wanting him to feel thrice much worse. Leaning over, she put a hand on his shoulder, careful not to distract his driving, almost pulling back when a tingle ran down her arm. "I owned a Britney Spears CD." she admitted softly.
Feeling him relax under her soft touch made her smile, that she could do that to him.
Make him relax with a single embarrassing sentence. Huh. What an interesting date it was already turning out to be and they had yet to arrive to their destination.