disclaimer in part 1
The Plan
by snoflaik
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Part 9: Choices



“So how do I look?” asked Rory, turning

“Oh honey you know as well as I do that you look like a princess.” replied
Lorelei.

Rory just smiled and turned back to the full-length mirror while smoothing
down her skirt with her hands. It was the truth alright. Her dress was a
deep maroon that brought out the red highlights in her hair and the dark
blue of her eyes. It was a two-piece formal gown. The top was strapless
and went down to a v in the front and 6 horizontal straps in the back. The
skirt fit just below her belly button and went down and out to the floor.
The dress made her look taller and more mature.

* I wonder if Tristan will like my dress.* thought Rory silently to herself
with a small secret smile, * Tristan! Stop it Rory. You’re going with Dean.
You love Dean.*

“Thank you mom,” she said as she hugged her mom. “The dress looks and feels
perfect.”

“Boy Dean’s eyes are gonna pop out of his head when he sees you,” said Lane.

“Your missing one thing.” And with that Lorelei ran upstairs to her room and
back down.

She placed a necklace around Rory’s neck.

“This was given to me by your grandmother right before I left. It’s the
only thing, besides clothes, that I took when I left. It has been handed
down through the generations.”

The necklace was stunning. It was a silver chain studded with onyx so that
it almost looked solidly black and in the middle at the base of her throat
was a six-pointed star of garnet and onyx. It was truly a masterpiece.

“Thank you. “ said Rory with tears in her eyes. “I love you.”

“I love you too. Now. No more sentimental time or you’ll ruin your makeup.”

-DING DONG-

“I’ll go get it honey while you put on your shoes.”

She walked to the door and opened it. Dean had on a black tuxedo and carried
a bouquet of red roses.

“My, My don’t we clean up nice.”

“Thanks Lorelei.”

“And you must be Henry.” She held her and out to the young Korean boy in the
black tux with a white bouquet of roses.

“How do you do, Mrs. Gilmore.”

“Great, and its Lorelei.”

“Rory, Lane. They’re here.”
“Thanks Mom.” Came Rory’s reply from the hallway

As Rory walked out from the hallway into the foyer, Dean felt his breathe
catch in his throat. She was stunning.

“Lane will be right out, Henry.”

Dean continued to just stare at her until he took her hand into his and
kissed it.

“You are beautiful.”

Rory flushed, “Thank you. You don’t look too bad yourself.”

Lane, wearing a blue shimmering gown with a deep v in the back, walked in
and got the same treatment form Henry.

“Well kids,” said Lorelei, “You better get going if you want to make your
reservation on time. Have fun.”

“Bye Mom”

“Bye Lorelei.”

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

Dinner at Che La Roué went off with out a hitch although both Rory and Dean
were reminded of the night spent here not too long ago. And of with whom it
was spent. Rory was very successful at keeping her mind focused on Dean and
on the night at hand. Once or twice she slipped into a daydream about what
had happened that afternoon and the week before.

She knew that she didn’t hate Tristan anymore. No hate had faded long ago.
She felt connected to him true and she felt the tension in the room flowing
between them whenever they talked or argued but it only goes to friendship.
She felt like she really knew him now. Not the arrogant, confident player
that everyone thought he was but the true Tristan; sweet, caring, and even a
little lonely. Ok ok she thought about him and the two kisses they had
shared but that didn’t mean that she loved him. Love was what she felt for
Dean and this feeling, she had to admit, went almost beyond that; it was
different in so many ways and yet the same. She did not recognize what her
feelings were because she had never felt them about anyone before. She did
have to figure it out though and soon.

She shook her head to clear it and realized that Lane had said something to
her.

“Sure,” she replied not knowing what was asked.

Lane stood up and Rory just followed her lead. She soon realized that they
were going to the bathroom.

“Earth to Rory,” said Lane as soon as they stepped into the elegant powder
room,

“What’s wrong why do you keep spacing out on us there? I know you were
thinking about someone again weren’t you. Can get him out of your head can
you?”
“What am I going to do?” was all the reply she got. Rory had splashed a
little water onto her face and was staring at her reflection.

“You love him don’t you?” asked Lane quietly.

“I don’t know!” exclaimed Rory passionately. “I don’t know what I feel about
anyone anymore. I’m just so confused.”

She continued to look at her reflection for a few moments as if searching
for the answers in her face.

“Lord, Tristan was right; nothing is as it seems.”

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

He had been leaning up against a wall at the far end of the hall as she had
walked in and my god she had never looked that beautiful. She was absolutely
radiant. He felt his pulse quicken and his breathe catch in his throat.
Then she began to dance and when she saw whose arms she was in he was almost
blinded by the wave of jealousy that washed over him. It soon abated
however when he saw her expression. She looked as if she were searching for
something desperately. She didn’t have that look that she had had on at the
previous dance. That one was of pure infatuation and happiness at whom she
was with. She seemed not to even notice that she was dancing. This made
Tristan smile. *Who are you looking for love? * he thought to himself
although he already knew answer.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

After she walked into the hall, she was suddenly bombarded with cries of
pleasure about her dress, her hair and her date by Jackie and Sharon who
seemed to pop out of nowhere. She forced herself to not search the room for
that familiar face. She smiled at her friends and their comments and
replied in turn. She made introductions to Lane and Dean. They all dance
together for the fast songs and then she was pulled into Dean’s embrace for
the slow song.
She couldn’t take it anymore. She knew that he was here and she had to find
him. Her gaze swept across the room and touched on everyone’s face but
failed to find his familiar smile. Finally as they she was facing the back
of the room she found her object. He met her gaze with his own and his face
slowly melted into a brilliant smile. His eyes were filled with warmth. She
felt her heart thud in her chest and her breathing quicken. She just stared
at him in fascination. Lord in Heaven he was beautiful.

He wore a black three-button suit with a white shirt and silver tie. Of
course it wasn’t as formal as the other guys in tuxes but he could pull it
off nicely. His hair was in it’s normal disheveled just-rolled-out-of-bed
look and his blue eyes sparkled.

He knew that she was checking him out alright and when her gaze finally
reached back up to his face, that all-too-familiar smirk was present. She
didn’t even blink at his reaction but two bright spots of color burned in
her cheeks. She was soon turned back around by the dance and she lost him.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

Rory, Dean and her friends danced the night away. Every once in a while she
would glance around to try to find Tristan and she could feel his eyes on
her.
When Rory and Lane went downstairs to get something to drink, she saw
Tristan as he was just exiting the room. Her cheeks flamed as he smiled at
her and walked up to her,

“Rory. You look amazing.”
And with that he reached for her hand and kissed it lightly. She tingled at
the touch of his lips on her. She was thrown into a state of
speechlessness.

Lane seeing her expression decided to save her friend. She turned to
Tristan.

“Hi, I’m Lane and you must be Tristan.” She reached out her hand and he
kissed it.

“Yes I am.”

“I’ve heard a lot about you.” Said Lane with a smile.

“Did you?” replied Tristan with a glance at Rory.

“Yeah well I am her best friend.”

“Oh I see.”

“Well Lane it was nice meeting you but I must get back to my date. Have a
wonderful evening.” With one last look at Rory he was gone.

* * * * * * * * * * * *
“Rory! Rory? Are you alright?”

“How am I ever going to get through this.” She burst into tears. Lane
directed her to the bathroom.

“Well that boy is definitely gone on you.”

“I know and I have no idea what to do about it.”

“Well if a stud muffin like that had it bad for me I wouldn’t be crying in a
bathroom with my best friend, let me tell you.”

“Your not helping Lane.”

“Sorry. Ok dry those tears and let’s go back up. Dean is prolly wondering
what happened to us. Cheer up. It can’t rain forever.”

Rory smiled and hugged her friend.

“Thank You.”

She checked her makeup and gave herself a mental pep talk before following
Lane back upstairs.

* * * * * * * * * * * * *

When she stepped into the hall, “Hanging by a Moment” began to play. This
was hers and Dean’s song. She smiled at him when he came to claim her for
the dance. And Tristan was forgotten for a moment. But even while in his
arms again, she couldn’t keep herself from searching the room for him. Dean
could tell that her body was there with him but her mind was miles away.

She found him dancing a few feet away with his date. He was facing her but
looking down. He looked up and their gazes met. Love and warmth flowed from
his gaze to her. And she smiled at him when she felt it. A smile of pure
love.

She came back to herself as she was turned around. She had made her
decision.

* * * *

Part 10: Jump

Dean had seen her gazing at someone. She rested her head back against his
chest and had a small-satisfied smile on her beautiful face. He followed
her gaze and saw Tristan dancing a few feet away with his date. He had a
smile of happiness on his face. He was reminded once again of the time when
he saw them kiss in the diner and felt the tension as they argued with each
other. He then flashed to the other conversation he witnessed in the
restaurant. He now knew the meaning behind the words and the tension that
spouted between the two. He did not want to believe it and he needed to
prove it to himself.

He pulled Rory even tighter to his body. When she felt his embrace tighten,
Rory was knocked out of her reverie and looked up questioningly into Dean’s
eyes. She saw such love there but also a little bit of anger and jealousy.
Before she could ask him what was wrong, he lowered his mouth to hers.

This kiss was completely different than all the previous ones. This one was
forceful and filled with almost desperation. It lasted until the song was
over. Rory was shocked and could not bring herself to kiss him back. When
she finally pulled away, he knew his hunch was true. They had been growing
distant almost right after they had gotten back together and now he knew
why. She was in love with someone else.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

When Tristan saw her smile, he was filled with pure happiness. He had never
felt this way before and welcomed the new but wonderful sensations that come
with loving and being loved back. He went back to dancing with his date
resolving to speak with her after the song was over. When he looked back at
her, she was kissing Dean. His chest felt like it had been just hit with a
ton of bricks. He couldn’t breathe and he could feel the tears welling up
in his eyes. The pain was so intense. He wasn’t even jealous, but his heart
had been torn into two. He quickly slipped away from his date and walked out
to the balcony before the tears fell.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

After she broke away from the suffocating kiss, she instinctively turned to
where Tristan had been. She saw him turn away and almost run out onto the
balcony. And in his eyes she saw such anguish.

“Go to him.”

“What?” she was pulled back to Dean and looked up into his eyes.

“Everything is perfectly clear now.” He released her and stepped away,

“Rory just go. You know you love him. That’s why you could never say it to
me.”

“Dean I. . . “ began Rory attempting to explain and apologize.

“Just go!”

Dean turned and started to walk away leaving Rory standing gaping after him.
He was just so tired all of a sudden.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

Tristan was in anguish. There was a reason why he had never fallen in love
before. He never wanted any girl to get close enough to him to hurt him.
Everyone thought that he was a player and it was true but he didn’t do it
because he enjoyed it particularly. It was purely a defense mechanism. And
Rory had known that. She also knew that his love was true. He felt like his
heart had been ripped out and stomped on. The tears continued and his body
shook in soundless sobs. He stared at the moon and wondered when his life
became so complicated. He wouldn’t change what he had said or what he felt,
not for all the money in the world. He was so rapped up in his own thoughts
that he didn’t hear anyone come outside. He didn’t notice that anyone was
slowly stepping towards him.

When he felt two arms go around his waist and a head lean against his back,
his body tensed. He relaxed when he knew who it was and it felt so good just
to feel her touch even if it wouldn’t last.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

Rory walked out onto the balcony and saw someone leaning on the railing at
the end shaking. There was no sound except the usual night noises. Silently
she slipped over to him. She didn’t know exactly what to do so she followed
the instinct in her heart. She knew that if she didn’t touch him she would
break into pieces. *JUMP*

She slid her arms around his waist and just leaned up against his back. She
felt his body tense in her embrace and them relax when he knew who it was
who held onto him. It felt so good to have her arms around him but he knew
he had to end it. He remembered why he had come out onto the balcony; To
get away from Rory. He turned around in her arms and reached behind him to
remove her arms from his waist. She stared into his eyes while he did it,
but they were expressionless; the shields had been dropped once again. He
wouldn’t reveal himself to her again. Emotions were kept in check and words
would not be spoken.
Rory’s eyes blazed in the night but he couldn’t tell what they were telling
him. He stepped away from her.

“Rory what are you doing out here.” He asked quietly.

“He knows.”

“He knows what?”

“He knew before I did I think.”

“Care to expatiate on this subject because I’m drawin’ a blank as to what
you’re talking about.”

“Dean. He knows.” She stepped forward

“Ok, yeah he seems like a smart guy. I’m sure he knows a lot but if you
could please use some different words here maybe I can understand.”

“He knows about us.” step.

“What about us. We’re friends what else is there to know. I love you. You
love him. Did I leave anything out yet?” he asked sarcastically.

“ Oh one little thing.” One last step and they were face to face.

“what?” he asked

“I think it’s catching.” She reached up to put her hand on his face.

“What is?” He reached up to move her hand but instead laid it on top.

“Your illness.” At her words, his remembrance filled his eyes and the
shields were dropped once again.

And with that he leaned down and caught her lips with his. The kiss was so
gentle and so loving that it brought tears to her eyes. His arms came
around her and hers twined around his neck and into his hair. When they
finally broke away, they smiled into each other’s faces and laughed
together.

“You’re crying again. How come you always cry after I kiss you?” asked
Tristan, with laughter in his voice and a hand wiping the tears away.

Rory sniffed, “ I think that it is going to take another one for me to
figure out why they are so bad that I have to cry.” She replied with a
wicked smile.

“Oh is it? I think that that can be arranged.”

They met each other half way this time and this kiss was pure magic. No
caution or secrets anymore. Just the release of feelings that both had kept
pent up and hidden for so long. It left them breathless and smiling once
again. They looked up into the sky and saw a shooting star.

“Make a wish Tristan.”

“I already have what I’ve been wishing for.”

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The End
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