Gilmore girls: your own storyline.

Chapter 9

Giselle POV:

The next day I ate breakfast and lunch with my mom, we mostly just played card games in front of the tv all day then around 6 or 7 Tristan came to pick me up. He hasn't told me where we're going yet but I turn up the music and enjoy the air until we get there.

"Are we close, at least?" I ask him.

"Yeah." he simply replies.

"You know, I don't really see the point in anniversaries." I tell him.

"Am I supposed to take that in a good way or bad?" he asks me with a laugh.

"It just doesn't feel like it's been a month." I explain.

"Yeah, I know what you mean. I have never even gone this long with a girl before." he tells me.

"Really?" I ask surprised.

"Yeah, have you?" he asks and lowers the music just a bit.

"Once." I tell him the truth and he takes a left to our destination.

"We're here." he tells me.

"A drive-in, I love drive-ins." I tell him and he pulls out a bag of snacks from the back seat.

"I thought you would. Here." he tells me and hands me a pack of red vines.

"Thanks. So what movie is this?" I ask.

"I don't know. I figured if we hated it we could: A, make fun of it. B, talk. C, make out." he tells me with a grin and I smile.

"I like my options," I tell him with a smile and he taps on his lap. I crawl over to him and sit down on his lap. He puts his arm around my back to keep me supported and we start eating our snacks as the movie begins. 

There aren't that many cars here but we're in the back anyway. The movie begins but halfway through I realize it sucks. I look at Tristan's face and it's completely uninterested. I take Tristan's bag of snacks and throw it in the backseat.

"Hey wha--" he begins but I cut him off with my lips on his. I pull back to see if he has any objections.

"I hate the movie so I went with option C." I say and watch the smile form on his face. He leans back in and I wrap my arms around his neck. He wraps his arms around my back but then adjusts me on his lap so that I'm as close to him as possible. I unwrap my hands from around his neck and place one on his cheek lightly. My other hand stays at the back of his neck, then our lips disconnect to get in some air.

"Giselle." he says with our foreheads resting on each other.

"Yeah?" I ask quietly, out of breath.

"I think I'm really falling for you." he tells me and closes his eyes.

"Tristan." I say after a moment.

"yeah?" he asks, his eyelids still shut.

"I think I'm falling for you too." I tell him and his eyes open.

"Why? All I am is trouble for you." he asks me.

"No you're not, it's just what you've made everyone think."

"What do you think?" he asks in a whisper.

All I do is lean in to kiss him once more. I somehow know that this was all he needed from me. I rest my forehead on his, and we just talk for the rest of the time. I love talking to Tristin, he full of opinions and I never know what he's gonna say next. 

When the movie finishes and all the cars start to leave, I get back in my seat and he drives me home. Tonight was the first time I found myself hating the fact that our time together would be over when I reached home and had to let go of him.

I climb out of the car and start walking towards my house but then I look at the driveway and my mother's car isn't here yet so I turn back around.

"Did you forget something?" Tristan asks me.

"No. Do you wanna come inside?" I ask and the smile on his face grows.

He parks his car at his house then runs over to me in under a minute.

I take his hand and walk up to the door, unlock it and walk inside. I'm not sure what I want to happen but I know that I don't want the night to be over so soon.

I shut the door behind me then pull him in to kiss me. He pushes me against the door and crashes his lips onto mine. I thread my fingers through his dirty blond hair and he wraps his arm around my back.

I pull away from the kiss and he pouts so I take his hand and lead him up to my room.

"Nice room." He tells me. I can tell that he's curious about what I want to do up here but I don't exactly know. I'm used to knowing what I want but I'm clueless here.

Tristan steps closer to me and wraps his hands in each of mine then kisses me. He pulls away and looks down at me. I think he can tell that I'm nervous.

"Have you never done it before?" He asks me. I shake my head and sit down on my bed. "We don't have to." He says and walks over to my bed and sits down next to me. I don't know what I want, for the first time in a while I have no idea what's going to happen. All I know is that the night isn't over yet and Tristan is sitting on my bed, looking deep into my eyes in the caring way I love so much.

I crash my lips onto him and he lays my back on the bed and scoots on top of me. My arms are around his neck to stabilize him and his left hand is in my hair while the other is leaning on the bed so that he doesn't fall on me. After a while of doing this, he suddenly gets up off of me, sits on the edge of the bed and stares at the wall. 

"What's wrong?" I ask him nervously and sit next to him on the edge of the bed.

"I don't think we should have sex," he tells me so I look away.

"Oh," I say quietly and sit on the other end of the bed. I feel a little embarrassed.

"That's not what I mean. It's just that... it's just..." he begins but struggles to find the words.

"It's what?" I ask him.

"Every time I do it with a girl I usually end up not seeing her again. It's either they ignore me the next day or I do. I just don't want that to happen to you." He tells me. I'm conflicted.

"Are you saying that if we have sex you'll just ignore me the next day?" I ask him, confusion clear in my voice.

"No I would never ignore you," he tells me and scoots closer to me. "I'm saying that I'm... uh..." he begins but he looks away and scratches the back of his neck. He looks a little scared if you ask me, and I wonder why.

I lift my hand to his face and cup his cheek to turn his head so that he's looking at me.

"What's wrong?" I ask him but he doesn't answer. I don't think he has the words. "Do you think... that I would ignore you?" I ask and he nods his head slightly. I reach up to gently kiss his lips then pull away. "I would never ignore you." I repeat his words.

He wraps his arms around me and I lay my head on his chest and wrap my arms around his back. I inhale a deep breath and take in the scent that could only be explained as "Tristan". It's a warm masculine scent but mixed with flowers or the smell of his detergent. I love this scent. It's my favourite scent.

After talking for some time and kissing a little, I walk him out and he kisses me goodnight before giving me a little gift. I didn't know we were exchanging gifts so I didn't get him anything but what he got me was so cute. It's a nice charm bracelet that he said made him think of me.

When I got back to my room, Rory called me to tell me about the cotillion and her regretting the decision to watch battlebots with Dean. They did have fun in the end whether Dean intended to or not. I told her about my date tonight because it was a really good date, and the bracelet Tristan got me, then we went back to talking about how we should feel sorry for the girls forced to go to cotillions because, from what Rory's seen today, they're wrecks and there's no saving them.