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AN: Bet ya thought I wasn't going to continue this, huh? Well, I am. I always intended to, but it just kept getting pushed back. I have a 2nd AN at the end of this chapter, so read that, too.
Tristan closed his eyes. If his calculations were right, she should have gotten his letter today. It had been five days since he sent it off. He wondered if she would be surprised that he actually wrote back. Could she have changed her mind? He wondered, hoping that wasn't the case.
He hated his life. Military school sucked. There were no two ways about that. His platoon leader,Tom Dolton, was an ass who had a personal agenda against Tristan for some unknown reason. He gave Tristan the toughest duties, making him work the longest and the hardest.
His mother and father still hadn't called. They still hadn't written. Paris didn't even write to him yet. But Rory did. He wasn't sure how she got his address, but he didn't care. All he cared was that she wrote to him. She was his lifeline. He just hoped to God he wouldn't lose her. He needed to at least know she didn't hate him. He needed to know if he had a chance…
He wasn't a fool. He knew his father wasn't letting him move home until he graduated. That would be ok. He would make it. He now had a goal. He was going to take this experience, and turn into a man. He was going to make something of himself. He was going to become a man that Rory would find deserving of a shot with her. But for now, just knowing she didn't hate him would be ok.
In the letter he sent her, he wrote things he never thought he would admit. She could reject him easily. He figured as long as he was honest, he had nothing to lose. It wasn't like he ever had Rory Gilmore to begin with. If she didn't want to write him anymore it would hurt like hell, but he would deal.
"DuGrey, are you thinking about your girl again?" Jarvis asked him, turning over in his bed.
"She's not my girl." Tristan answered in a tone he hoped sounded nonchalant.
Shawn Jarvis snorted. "Technicalities man, technicalities." He wasn't blind. He had seen the dazed expression on his buddies face as he read and reread that letter. He knew his roommate was in love with a girl back home.
-GG-
Rory walked home from the bus stop, not stopping until she reached the mailbox. She began flipping through the envelopes as she walked inside. She didn't care about the stack of bills for her mother or the postcard from her father.
There IT was. 'Ohmygod Ohmygod Ohmygod,' she thought, clutching it for dear life.
She hurried to her room, where she knew she wouldn't be interrupted. She sat on her bed, and carefully opened the envelope, not wanting to tear it.
Taking a deep breathe, she pulled the letter out and began to read.
My dearest Mary,
I can't begin to tell you how happy I am you decided to write me. You're right, military school isn't any fun. But I'll be ok. I'll make it through this. Please don't worry about me.
I miss you, too. I think about you a lot. I'm sorry I was such a jerk to you at Chilton. I don't really have an excuse, other than I loved you. You see, it was third grade tactics of mine. I didn't know how to tell you, and I knew you didn't feel the same way, so I acted like an idiot. I'm sorry for that.
I hope I'm not scaring you off with this letter. I just needed to let you know how I felt; how I still feel. If you chose not to write back, I will understand. But I hope you do.
With love,
Tristan
Rory sat the letter down on her bed and just stared at it. He loved her. Tristan DuGrey, the guy she couldn't stop thinking about, the guy who haunted her thoughts, loved her. The guy who was over a thousand miles away in military school. The guy who made her life at Chilton a living hell.
This was going to take some serious coffee.
-GG-
Lorelai looked at her daughter, who was sitting on the couch, lost in her own little world. She was drinking her fifth cup of coffee that she had seen so far.
"Hon, are you ok?" She questioned. Something was definitely off here.
Rory looked over at her mother; her best friend. Tears started to pour out of her eyes.
Lorelai's eyes widened in confusion. She scooped her daughter into her arms and simply held her.
"I'm so lost mommy." Was all Rory said, continuing to cry in her mother's arms before falling into a deep sleep.
-GG-
The next morning, Lorelai shut off Rory's alarm before it went off. She called the school and let them know Rory was sick and wouldn't be in today. She then called Michele and told him she wouldn't be in. When a heart was broken, only wallowing and shopping could help. And her daughter's heart was obviously broken, so she grabbed the credit card and got ready for a day of putting herself in debt.
-GG-
The next morning Rory went to school, her eyes still burning. She had cried so much the day before that her eyes hurt long after she stopped. She went to her locker, fighting with it to get her History book.
"You look like hell." Came a dry comment from behind her.
Rory spun around, sighing. "Thanks Paris. You're cheery as always."
"So what happened?"
"With…?"
Paris rolled her eyes, sighing. "With the cookie monster, who do you think? With Tristan! You did write to him, right?"
Rory looked down at her book. "Yeah, I did."
"Did he write you back?"
Rory nodded.
Paris studied her friend, knowing there was more to it than just that, but decided not to pry. "Is he okay? I just want to know that he's okay."
Rory looked up, meeting the blonde girl's eyes. "He's okay."
"Good. See you at the newspaper meeting today." Paris said, before hurrying off.
Rory hit her head on the cool metal of her locker. She couldn't get away from his memories. She couldn't stop thinking about him. It was killing her inside to go to school and fight with her locker, not getting smart ass comments from him. She missed him; things just seemed so empty without Tristan.
Lost
