Title: Twilight In The Hollow

Rating: T

Summary: Gilmore Girls meets Twilight. Read to find out; too much to explain.

Setting: Chilton Junior Year

Disclaimer: I own absolutely nothing…also some ideas and lines in this fic will be taken from the show and the Twilight Saga…once again I own nothing.

AN: I have recently obsessed with Twilight and thought about Tristan being a vampire. I love Edward and I love Tristan so let's see if I can morph those two characters into one.

I am extremely nervous to be posting this, but I am also very anxious to know what everyone thinks. This is basically Gilmore Girls meets Twilight. Tristan is a vampire and his family is the Cullens…all the Cullens are here except for Edward. Even though I absolutely love Edward I couldn't have him in here because he is such a strong character and I couldn't have both him and Tristan.

So this will be a TRORY. Hopefully this isn't a disappointment. Read on and let me know exactly what you think.


Chapter 1

My life sucks.

Or at least that's what most people would say. I don't understand why they would say that. I mean, my life is my life. I don't see anything wrong with it and I don't see anything extraordinary about it. I repeat: my life is just that…my life.

Okay, so maybe I can see where people might be under the impression that my life "sucks". I'm a seventeen-year-old junior.

That isn't the bad part.

The bad part would be that I'm a junior in high school leaving my current high school, Stars Hollow High, in the middle of my second semester and enrolling in a private high school where rich snotty teenagers would surround me.

That's the bad part, that's where it starts to suck.

It sucks leaving the comforts of my average high school; it sucks not seeing my friends every day. It sucks that I have to now wear a uniform!

But there's not much that I can do.

I'm the type of person that let's whatever is…is.

Besides, I technically can't complain because the suckiness of my life is balanced out by the extraordinary stuff.

For instance, my mom is awesome! How many teenage girls can say that their moms are totally and utterly unbelievably cool?

She's not only my mom, but she's also my best friend.

Another extraordinary thing about my life is that my family is an amazing support system. My grandparents are okay people; they always mean well…even if my mom doesn't see it that way. If it weren't for them paying for the tuition for Chilton, I wouldn't be one step closer to my dream; Harvard.

But now I'm just getting off track.

Today is my first day at a preppy school in the middle of the second semester of my junior year of high school.

I'm ready.

Really.

I am.

I look myself over in the mirror.

Damn!

My mom got to the skirt. I thought I hid it well, but I guess she sniffed it out and altered it…shorter.

I can't do anything about it now. I just let it roll off my shoulders and head out the house to the jeep.

My mom was nice enough to let me use it for my first day. She said and I quote, 'It's not cool making your appearance by coming off a bus!' Unquote.

Anyways, I shake my head at my mom's insanity and I get in the jeep and make my way to hell. Once again, those are my mom's words, not mine.

I haven't decided if this change was a good thing or a bad thing. For now, its just Chilton, but it could very much become hell…


As soon as I arrived at Chilton and everyone's eyes were on me, I decided that this place was in fact hell. My mom's jeep stood out like a soar thumb among all the Mercedes, Lexus's, Porches and all the other luxury cars. I deducted that if there was anyone in the school who wasn't from money, they probably took the bus.

I should have taken the bus.

But whatever, it's too late now.

I grab my backpack from the passenger's seat, shut the door and make my way inside hell to the main office. There, the short stuck-up lady sitting behind an over-sized desk, hands me a load of papers: the Chilton handbook, my locker and its combination and my class schedule.

I look over my schedule as she's ranting about something…not sure exactly what she's talking about, but I smile and nod occasionally. I decide that my schedule isn't half bad.

The only thing that "sucked" about it was that I had gym. That's not good. I'm a hazard.

But besides that, I had no problems.

After exiting the main office, I wasn't sure if the lady behind the big desk had stopped talking, but after leaving the office I located my locker. It wasn't easy, but hopefully I pulled off what I was trying to do and that was to make it seem effortless and careless.

I spin the combination in and lift the little handle to pop it open, but it doesn't pop. I slightly glare at the locker. I spin in the combination again and I tug the handle a little bit harder, but nothing. I fully glare at the locker. Stupid locker.

I promised myself that I wouldn't talk to inanimate objects on the first day…but I was desperate.

I got really close to the little metal door and kindly whispered, "Please open up," I stroked it gently, "If you do, I'll feed you some yummy books."

Mentally crossing my fingers, I spun the combination and tugged.

This was a stubborn locker; it still didn't open.

I was about to punch the stupid thing, but someone beat to it.

As the guys fist came in contact with my locker, it popped open. I turned to thank the guy, but he kept walking past me with his arm draped over a beautiful blonde.

"Thanks," I call out to him; I couldn't be rude on my first day.

The muscular guy just lifts his free hand and waves without looking back.

At least he didn't completely ignore me.

I refocused my attention on my stupid stubborn locker and shoved the books that I wasn't going to be needing, making sure that I hurt the locker as I did so.

Throwing my backpack over my shoulder, I shut my locker and was going to try and find my way to my first period class, English, but before I could even take a step, there are a trio of girls blocking my way.

"You must be Rory Gilmore," the shortest out of the three girls says to me. I refrain from rolling my eyes at her condescending tone.

"I must be."

"I'm Paris Gellar," she introduces herself as if it wasn't suppose to matter to me. She then points to the blonde next to her who was smiling, actually no, she wasn't smiling, she was smirking, "This is Louise and that's Madeline," she lastly points to the raven-haired girl who was really perky.

"Hi," Madeline excitedly says; she seems nice.

"Are you guys the welcome committee or something?" I just couldn't help but say.

"Funny," Paris snorts, "Small-town girl's got wit."

"I would like to think so," I shrug.

Paris looks me over, almost as if she was analyzing me, "You're not a bimbo."

I chuckle, this girl was funny, "You don't beat around the bush."

She cracks the tiniest smile…ever, "The bush never did anything to me."

"So what's your first class?" Louise spoke up for the first time.

I scan my schedule, "English literature with Medina," I tell them.

"Us too," Madeline was still smiling; her cheeks must be killing her, "Come on, you can walk with us."

I smile gratefully, "Thanks."

So far so good.


It's the sixth period of the day and I have lunch. The three girls and I took a seat at their usual table. We made small talk. They asked how my classes were. English was good, History was okay, Trig was annoying, fourth period I had study hall and my journalism class was cool.

After lunch I had biology and then after that, I had gym. I just prayed I wouldn't hurt anyone or worse…kill them.

We were peacefully eating lunch as a group of people, five to be exact, caught my attention. They were gorgeous, a bit pale, but gorgeous and they were walking…no, strutting into the cafeteria.

"Who are they?" I curiously asked the girls.

They turned to look at who I was talking about. Louise's eyes lit up. She spoke; it seemed as if this was her area of expertise, "Those are the Cullens," she started off. "Their 'father' is a doctor at Hartford Memorial and he and his wife are like foster parents. The weird thing is that they are all like together--"

"They're not blood related or anything," Maddie cut her off.

Louise rolled her eyes, "Yeah, but they live together. Anyways that big one, with all the muscles, that's Emmett."

I recognized him; he was the one who helped me with my locker situation.

"The blonde one that is like permanently attached to his side is Rosalie," Louise continued. I spotted a hint of jealousy in her voice, "The small brunette is Alice, she's pretty, but weird…really weird and the guy next to her who looks like he's in pain is her boyfriend, Jasper."

A lone Cullen trailed behind the matched-off pairs.

"And that's Tristan," she whispered as he made his way past out table, "Completely gorgeous, but completely not interested. Don't like waste your time," she tells me. It seemed as if she got shot down a few time. Louise continued, "No one is good enough."

I looked at Tristan, he must have pretty high standards.

Before he completely passed out table I could swear there was a smirk playing on his luscious lips.

"Anyways," Louise began to wrap up, "They moved here two years ago from like Alaska or something. They all keep to themselves. They don't talk to anyone and no one talks to them. That's just the way it is."

Story time was over and the girls went back to eating.

I, on the other hand, was intrigued. I couldn't help but let my eyes wander over my shoulders to scan the Cullen's table.

They were all gorgeous; models.

My eyes wandered over to Tristan. His shoulders were slumped and he was staring at his joined hands that were resting in front of him on the table. It seemed as if he was whispering something to his family and he was intently listening to something.

His eyes then snap up and connect with mine.

I'm stuck, frozen. I can't look away.

We stare at each other for a while as if we were searching each other's eyes for unspoken words. It was awkward, but also at the same time, it was intense.

Tristan then suddenly frowns and turns away from me, breaking our connection.

I blush and face the group and slowly ease my way into the conversation that was taking place.


I stepped foot into my Biology class and I automatically scan the faces…why? I have no idea. Maybe because I wanted to see if I recognized anyone that was in any of my other class….

Maybe it was to see if he was in it.

I don't know why I cared, but I did.

I scanned the classroom and noticed that each lab table had two occupants, every one but one. Tristan Cullen occupied a table all on his own.

Avoiding eye contact with him I made my way to the front of the class and got the necessary books that I would need from the teacher. He then assigned me my seat.

The empty one next to Tristan.

What a shocker.

As I was making my way to my seat I noticed that Tristan tensed up. He was so tense that he was almost rigid.

I slowly sat down and glanced at him, it looked as if he was in physical pain.

This was really uncomfortable. Embarrassing almost.

I let my hair fall so that it was acting as a curtain between Tristan and myself. I must have made the matter worse because the boy next to me jerked suddenly and covered his nose with his hand.

Did I stink?

Discreetly I sniffed myself. I smelled good! Lilacs and Lilies.

For the entire period, Tristan sat as far away from me as he possibly could while still being at the lab table. One hand covered his mouth and nose as his other hand had a death grip of the table.

Poor table.

This was so awkward and uncomfortable.

What is his problem?

It didn't come fast enough, but when the bell finally rang, signaling the end of the period, I was relieved.

Some, one in particular, more than most.

I didn't have the chance to blink before Tristan bolted up from his seat and nearly sprinted out of the classroom.

I stared after him in confusion and then, I don't know why, but I was furious.

I repeat: what the hell is his problem?

I guess I can think about it during gym.

Gym.

Gym sucks.


AN: I'm extremely nervous…extremely terrified to post this fic, I've never done anything like this before so don't be too brutal, but be honest!

Please review… I desperately need to know what you think.

Thank you!