Background Information: Rory and Tristin never met. Rory also has an older sister, named Shelly, and a brother-in-law (Shelly's husband, of course) named Jordan. Shelly and Jordan live in a small town in Texas, and Tristin and Jordan are good friends. Lorelai married Christopher, and she and Christopher are in Europe for the summer. They send Rory to Texas for the summer, much to Rory's surprise. Rory will be starting Harvard in the fall. Yes, this is a summer-romance-type of story!
Disclaimer: I don't own Gilmore Girls. Just these thoughts, and the plot of this story. I wish I owned Chad Michael Murray, but, sadly, that pleasure belongs to Sophia Bush (that lucky woman). I also don't own the song "You and Me", that belongs to Lifehouse. (BTW, this story is sort of a song fic, and the title of this story and some chapter titles belong to words from the song!)
Prologue: What Day is It?
They are lying in a field. It has been "their spot" for the summer. It is the one place they can go where they know nobody can spy on them.
He is lying with his head propped up by the trunk of the massive oak that contains their initials encircled by a heart. She is lying with her head on this stomach; they have formed a perfect 'T' - with the exception of their hands, which are laced together and lying on the grass.
At present, they are silent. It is not unusual, though. It is the reason they come to this spot: to enjoy each other's company without feeling the pressure of having to speak.
He tenses as he hears her sigh. He knows she will soon either be asleep or starting a conversation, and although normally he would prefer a conversation, this night he would rather have her fall asleep.
This evening's topic of conversation will undoubtedly be about them, and where their relationship will stand at the end of the summer when she leaves for college.
"Tristan," she says, almost silent enough he is unsure if he heard it.
He looks down at her. "Yeah?"
A small tear slips down her cheek as she opens her mouth to speak. "What's going to happen to us?"
He keeps hold of her hand. He does not want to answer her question. His mind races, trying to come up with something - anything - to say.
"Tris?" she asks, anapparent tremor in her voice.
He finds his topic, and brings her hand up to his chest, to his heart. She can feel his heart beating, and she smiles.
"Do you remember the day we met?" he questions.
She nods, her smile growing wider. "Vividly."
"Me, too," he says.
The sight of the smile gracing her features is his cue to keep talking, and to keep the tears away. He does not want to see her cry.
"I think I forgot how to speak," he says. "You scared the hell out of me."
She smiles, and sighs, as she sits up and next to him, cuddling close to him.
"You still do," he adds.
She looks into his blue eyes. She can see how much it pains him to think about her departure, and she goes along with talking about how they'd met.
"That was the day Shelly taught me how to make bread," she states. "I was covered in flour."
"I was a bundle of nerves," he replies. "I was so nervous I got tongue-tied."
She nods, smiling at him. "I remember. I almost thought you were a mute."
He shakes his head. "I remember telling myself not to talk, because I'd look like an idiot in front of you."
"I was so embarrassed," she says. "I looked horrible."
"You were beautiful, Rory," he responds.
She looks at him. She does not know how to respond to this. She's never been good with compliments, and remembers how she had once thanked someone for kissing her. An old boyfriend, an old memory.
Much like this moment, she reminds herself. Much like this summer.
"You looked so perfect," he tells her.
She smiles. "So did you"
A/N: I know it was short, but I promise the next chapter will be longer. I just wanted to give you the introduction, so you would know what was going on. The next chapter will start with the day Rory arrives in Texas, and her first meeting with Tristin. Again, sorry about the shortness of this prologue, but the next chapter will definitely be longer. Thanks for reading!