(Source: over-ford)

(Source: giventheworld)

I feel like everyone’s slowly slipping away from my life.

tristan-walker:

What’s wrong, Rory?

It’s just that my dad hasn’t called me back since Monday. And Dre’s been out of action as well, that’s all.

(Source: rory-stewart)

Rory + Tristan

tristan-walker:

Laughing, Tristan made his way to reach out for the container and spoon. “I can do it,” he said with a smile. Rory was a nice person, and for her to take the time out of her day and bring him soup made him smile. She really was a sweet person. He stared at her for a few moments, not even realizing that he was staring at her for quite awhile. He shook his head, his hands still reaching out for the soup and spoon. Tristan cleared his throat coughed a bit to clear it. 

His throat was hurting, but he thought nothing of it. A sore throat he could life with, just not the fever. Looking around his room, his stuff was scattered and felt bad. He looked over at the group of DVDs on the floor and the ones in the box near his tv. “You know, you could put in a movie if you’d like,” he said. 

Not wanting to argue with Tristan, Rory allowed him to take the container and the spoon. After all, he wasn’t a little boy; if he was, she should be spoon feeding him by now. Rory knew that he was staring at her, so she pretended to be looking at the pictures that were hanging on his wall. Some were just random photographs of landscapes, and the others were images of different people dancing. She didn’t know whether it was the school that put that up or Tristan himself. Either way, it made the room look artistic rather than just a plain canvas.

Rory tucked her legs under her thighs, sitting like an Indian. She put her back against the headboard of his belt and stared at the stacks of DVDs on the floor. She saw familiar titles, while some were brand new to her. A movie didn’t seem like a bad idea.

“Nah, I’ll let you finish that first,” she smirked. “And then we can watch a movie. How about we talk for a while?” she asked him. She was feeling a bit talkative, and she hoped that Tristan was in the talking mood like her.

(Source: rory-stewart)

I feel like everyone’s slowly slipping away from my life.

(Source: faberry)

Rory + Tristan

tristan-walker:

Tristan closed the door behind Rory as she stepped into his cluttered dorm room and headed back towards his bed, but instead of laying down, he sat on it, his back against the wall. He sure hoped that if he did eat the soup that it’d stay in his stomach and not puke it out of his system. A shiver went up his spine and he shook just a bit before groaning. He closed his eyes and listened to Rory talking. “You’re not bothering at all,” he said honestly. 

Opening his eyes, he looked at the petite blonde, with a smile on his face. “I really appreciate you coming here and bringing me soup,” he felt flushed, but maybe because of his fever. Either way, he was sick and red. If he wasn’t sick she could probably tell that he was somewhat blushing. Closing his eyes once more he threw his head back against the wall and drummed his fingers on his knees.

Rory sighed at the sight of the ill Tristan. It was hard to see anyone sick, especially those people who meant something to her. Tristan was a dear friend of hers, and seeing him like this slightly broke her heart. When he said that she wasn’t bothering him at all, Rory took in a silent sigh of relief. If there was anything she didn’t want, it’s to be a burden to other people.

So, before the soup got cold, she grabbed the red paper bag from his nightstand and took the glass container out. Peeling off the plastic lid, she held it in her one hand as the other tried to grab the spoon. When she felt it, she grabbed it and dipped it into the warm soup.

“Should I feed you or can you do it yourself?” Rory asked him as she let out a small chuckle.

(Source: rory-stewart)

Rory + Tristan

tristan-walker:

Tristan was getting better, to be honest. He wasn’t puking, nor did his eyes hurt whenever they opened, and his body didn’t ache. All he had now was a fever and the chills. He was rarely sick when he was back home, but whenever he was it was always really bad. His room was a mess. Movies scattered everywhere, as well as a bit of shoes and clothes. Acknowledging the fact that Rory was coming- he just picked up his clothes that lingered on the floor into his little laundry basket. 

All he wanted to do as of now was sleep. That’s all he wants to do when he wakes up. It was weird being sick in London, it wasn’t home, and right now, he missed being home a lot. His little sister, Aaron, would always take care of him. Whenever he had a fever, she’d always be there with a cold towel rag and place it on his forehead. She’d cook him soup, feed him whenever his body didn’t allow him to move, she’d check on him every hour or so, and sometimes even sleep with him. He frowned at the memories, but then heard a knock on the door. 

He looked at it for a few moments before slowly climbing out of bed in his sweats and sweater. He opened the door and saw Rory in front. He let out a small smile and opened it wider for her to come in. “Hey, Rory,” he said as he cleared his throat. “You know, you didn’t have to come over and take care of me and stuff…” He was embarrassed, but he knew he’d get better soon. It just took longer than usual for him.

“I know,” Rory looked down for a moment and quickly raised her head to look at him. The sight of him hurt her eyes; he looked fragile and a bit pale. She assumed that maybe he dropped a few pounds. There were black-purple circles under his eyes and her caring instincts intensified. No matter how many times he insisted that she didn’t have to do all of these things for him, she didn’t listen to him. She wanted to look after him. “But I insist.”

Rory then stepped inside his dorm room. Even if his stuff were scattered all over the place, she didn’t mind. She placed the red paper bag that contained the soup she made and the spoon on his nightstand as she sat on his bed, not caring if his sheets were messed up. She then looked at Tristan. “I hope I’m not annoying you or anything,” she said as she bit her lower lip and played with her fingers.

(Source: rory-stewart)

(Source: leabrberry)

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