Title: All you need is Love
Author: Krysteena
Summary: Not telling *Tristans POV*
Pairing: R/T...although R/D is cute, it's more fun to write about Hot!Tristan!
Rating: PG13
Disclaimer: I don't own anything, except for any characters I may make up.
Authors Note: The title of the fic will come into play in later chapters, it's the title of a Beatles song...who by the way, in case you didn't know, ROCK! And I think my first paragraph sort of sucks, but whatever, I had to start with something. Sorry, One more thing...I know all the T/R fics are (well IMHO), but I *tried* to put a new spin on it.
Chapter 1: Military Life and Rory
One hundred ninety nine, two hundred. There I'm done with my push-ups. Life at military school is lots of work, and most of it's physical. I can safely say that I am never, EVER again going to do anything that will piss my father off. Oh well, too late to get out of military school now, unless I suddenly become a model son/student, which is very unlikely, okay, try virtually impossible.
I sat back against my bed and reflected. I'm not much of a reflector, but since being sent to a greater and more powerful Hell, I thought a lot. Not about great important things, but mostly about HER. The one that I fell for, after years of unfeeling relationships, but always, somehow, she was always slightly out of reach.
Oh God. I hear footsteps coming closer to my room that means the guys are back. My roommates are the most insane guys in America. Or at least military schools.
"Tristan, yo man, why are you just sitting there? Are you doing that deep thinking thing again? Snap out of it dude!" That would be Robert, one of my closest friends here at school. He's from Maine, he was sent away for doing petty things, like I did, so it was easy to relate.
" Dude, guess what? Next week we get a free weekend, which means that we can go into the city! I heard about it today from Lola. I think she's really starting to like me." Chris is the one who said that. He has a strange fixation with the secretary's assistant, Lola. He's from California, he was sent away for being a drunken slob 24/7. I think there was more to it than that, but I didn't ask.
"Chris, she said to you, quote, unquote, " Get the hell away from me, you asshole." said a Texas drawl. That would be John, the most stable out of all of us. He was sent here because he wants to be in the Army when he is 18, so he figures it would be good practice. He has a girlfriend back home, despite Lola coming on to him all the time.
"So? It's that backward psychology thing John." Chris said disdainfully, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. "You know, when they say they hate you, but they really want to ride off into the sunset with you?"
"No!" I cried out sharply. The guys paused to turn around and stare at me questioningly. " When they say they hate you, they usually mean it. And if you try harder, she'll just hate you more." With that said, I sat back, silent. But the guys obviously wanted to hear more than that.
"Oh really? And how would you know that, Oh great and powerful Oz?" The guys hooted at Chris's lame joke.
" Because Toto, I was in the very same predicament. I was so stupid, she was...." I trailed off. I didn't want these guys to know the torture I went through. John seemed to sense this, and he changed the subject.
"So what are we gonna do this weekend?" We all stared at each other, and then Chris replied,
" Dude, we're gonna get so drunk that we won't remember where we are. And then we'll look like complete asses trying to find our way back." Me and Rob and John looked at him oddly, while Chris looked defensive.
"What? It's fun!"
Saturday, Mid- Afternoonish
I smiled to myself as I wandered around the town. I was free for the whole weekend!! No big jerks screaming in your face, no 200 gazillion push-ups, and most importantly, I didn't have to sit around and wallow. I followed John into a Hallmark store, where he bought a card and a teddy bear for his girlfriend back home, Mandy. He always had this dopey grin on his face when he talked about her, like he knew the deepest darkest secrets of the world, and we are all idiots. Which we are, I suppose. I found myself getting bored of following John, and decided to roam around on my own.
I went past a Sam Goody and there was a pretty girl in front of it, looking through the window. I couldn't see her face, but the back of her was strangely familiar. Tall and slim, with golden brown hair cascading down her back. She turned around and I gasped. It was Rory! I became comatose, and I wanted to go up and say something, but my feet felt like they were glued to the floor. Willing myself to snap out of it, I made my feet start moving and slowly, I started walking towards her.
"Rory, hey." I said this cool and collected, but inside I was a mass of nerves. I stood there, nervous and vulnerable, as I waited for her to say something.
"Oh my God, Tristan?" Rory stared at me speechless. She had a funny expression on her face, one that I couldn't really describe.
"Yep, that's me." We were both silent for a moment, then she started talking.
"How... What...Why?" Rory sputtered. She stared at me wide-eyed, as if she wasn't really sure I was really there. She subconsciously pushed a piece of hair behind her ear, and I grinned. I glanced at her, and then I really looked, to see how she had changed.
Her hair was longer... it seemed darker too. It was weird seeing her out of her Chilton uniform, but I didn't expect her to live in that. The clothes she was wearing were tasteful, yet not conservative. A pair of faded denim shorts, with a light pink tank top.
"The military school that I was sent to let me out for the weekend. It is one of the four "free" weekends that we have a year. So my roommates and I came here, since it's the closest city to the Academy." I explained this easily to her, but inside, I was having trouble forming thoughts and getting the words out.
"Oh." Rory seemed like she was at a loss for words, so I started talking.
"So what are you doing here, Rory?"
"Oh, I-I am here because my mom is at a business convention, and since Chilton had a three day weekend, she decided to drag me along. Right now, she's at the convention, so I decided to check out the town."
"So you're here till Monday?" I asked, excited... maybe we could hang out, if she didn't hate me.
"Yep, Monday night." She confirmed.
"So maybe, you wanna.." Shouting in the distance cut off my words.
"Yo Tristan! Dude, where've you been..." Chris said, then stopping when he saw Rory. "Oh..." he said knowingly, "And who is this pretty little thing?"
"Chris, this is Rory. Rory, this is Chris." I said wearily. I knew how Chris was with girls. He tended to be like me, only worse. "Chris, Rory went to my old school, back home."
"Did you guys date?" Chris asked bluntly. Rory's face turned red, and she seemed to be on the verge of stammering, I had often seen the look she got when she rambled, so I decided to talk for her.
"No, we were semi-friends." I said this to Chris, but in my head, we were much more than "semi friends". We were... well, what we were was ineffable. In her head, I'm sure it was simple, we were enemies, I was a jackass, and she was the victim. But if she had been a little less oblivious, she would have seen more.
"Ooh. How...kinky." Chris said, looking straight at Rory, grinning lasciviously. Rory looked a bit uncomfortable, but being the innocent "Mary" that she was, she didn't get the implications of Chris's words.
Or judging by the slightly pissed off look she was beginning to get on her face, one I recognized all too well, maybe she did understand the undercurrents of Chris's words. And the fact that he was not so mentally undressing her with his eyes.
"Well Chris, as fun as it has been for us to haven chatted with you, I think we're gonna go look around now, okay?" I gently grabbed Rory's elbow, and started slowly moving her along.
"Who WAS that? He's a lot like you...you know, conceited, arrogant, always ready with the sexual innuendoes..." Rory trailed off, a small grin on her face to show me she was mostly kidding.
"Oh thanks a lot. I am not that bad, what do you expect from a SEX GOD." I grinned at Rory, and she laughed and rolled her eyes.
"Somehow I can picture you staring into the mirror each day and flexing and then saying, `YEAH man! Look at these babies, I am BUFF!' You really do that, don't you?"
"How'd you guess?" I said wryly, " And why were you thinking about my sexy abs? You want me, I knew it!"
"Only in your wildest dreams..." Rory stated. If only she knew about the dreams I had about her every single night. And how I woke up in a hot sweat, panting. She frowned.
"What's the matter?" I asked, concerned. I hoped she didn't think I was an asshole or something.
"It's nothing, I was just thinking, I haven't had coffee in about, oh, an hour. That is unheard for the Gilmore Girls. I was thinking, we could maybe go and get some coffee while I get you up to date about the going ons in Chilton.... Or not, you don't have to, I mean, if you have better things to do, which you probably do, it's okay, I'll understand..."
"Rory." I said firmly, making her look me in the eye. " I would love to go get some coffee with you. It's been awhile since I've had some decent coffee, the stuff they serve at the school is like sludge from off the bottom of our shoes. And it's always nice to hear about my followers at Chilton, I miss my fan club."
"Oh. Okay, great. I mean great that we're getting coffee, not that the coffee is bad." I could tell Rory was going to start rambling again. I sighed.
"You talk too much, woman." I said jokingly. She mock glared at me, then started off again on a totally different topic. I wasn't really listening, I was still in shock. Here I was, having coffee with Rory Gilmore, after a chance meeting that could have been nothing. Well, I was determined to make something of it.
We walked along like that, Rory babbling, me listening. We stopped in front of the Starbucks, and she wrinkled her nose in disdain.
"What? Don't tell me you don't want coffee anymore?" I said wearily. I was afraid that she was gonna leave.
"NO! Of course not! Do you have a fever? I always have an urge for coffee. It's just that Starbucks coffee isn't that good... the grinds that they use aren't always best quality, and the employees there aren't very nice. Well, at the one in Hartford anyway. They were very rude to me, when all I asked for was a double mocha foam latte light on the mocha and foam." Rory was very animated about this, she had hand gestures and everything.
"Do you want to see if you can get coffee somewhere else?" I asked, ready to walk some more for her.
"No, it's okay, I'll brave the rude employees and bad quality grinds. Thanks though, it was nice of you to offer." She smiled bravely, and we walked forward to Starbucks.
" I cannot believe you!" Rory laughed, "Excuse me, is this coffee made with REAL coffee grinds, or that fake stuff they serve at Starbucks?" Rory actually did a great job of mimicking me. I laughed along with her.
"Hey, it was just too good of a chance to pass up!" I said in my defense. "She looked new, so I had to, by North Carolina state law."
Rory shook her head in feigned anger. "I am sooo ashamed of you! I will never be able to show my face at that Starbucks again! How will I ever survive? I can't take you anywhere, can I?"
"No, I have been a very bad boy. You should punish me." I wiggled my eyebrows at her.
She swatted me on the arm.
"Ugh, Tristan! I really am ashamed of you now. Using really cheesy lines like that should be banned, along with rap music and Beanie Babies."
"What can I do to make up for it?" I asked Rory.
"Well...you can buy me some more coffee. My cups empty." Rory showed me her empty cup, looking sad.
"You just had THREE cups of coffee, no more! I'm telling her over there", I pointed, " to cut you off."
"Tristan, you're not allowed to do this to me! It's not fair." Rory jutted her lip out." I have to go back to Chilton on Tuesday... that calls for unlimited cups of coffee. UNLIMITED!"
"So? I have to go back to North Carolina Boys "Reform" Military Academy on Tuesday, that's a million times worse than Chilton, and you don't see me pathetically begging for coffee, do you?" I wasn't really going to deprive her of her precious coffee, but it was fun, bantering in a friendly way, not in a `grr, I hate you' way.
"Actually, yes, now that you mention it, I do see you pathetically, no shamelessly, begging for coffee. You're just blind, and deaf, and have no brain cells, so you can't see it for yourself." Rory stuck her tongue out, and sighed sadly, while doing that really cute pout she did when she wanted something.
" You know, you look really cute when you pout." I said to her, smirking. She brightened.
"But not cute enough to go and get you a refill." I laughed. She resumed her pouting, while I sat there, drinking my coffee slowly and deliberately.
All of a sudden, Rory rooted through her bag and found a piece of paper and started writing on it with a pink fluffy pen.
"What are you writing down?" I asked suspiciously.
"Oh nothing." She said innocently, but there was a faint smile on her face as she wrote down whatever it was she was writing. Finally, out of curiosity and impatience, I grabbed the paper away from her to see what she wrote.
"A HIT LIST! Geez, Rory, your list is pretty long, and I see quite a few names that I recognize here, I wonder what they'd say if I just happened to call them up and tell them....Christ Rory, the librarian?! What'd she ever do to you?" I asked her incredulously. It was hard to believe that sweet Mary had a hit list twenty miles long.
"She didn't have the book I wanted to read, even after I had placed a hold on it." Rory said defensively, " And I have perfectly good reasons for all those peoples names being on the list. See that one? He shoved me in the hallway at school. And Paris is an obvious one..."
"Hey wait, why isn't my name on this before?" I asked her, because I knew I deserved to be on the hit list from day one.
" It was, but this is the updated version, and as soon as you left, I had no reason to keep you on the hit list. See? The date says December 4^th, after you left. And also I figured everyone could start off with a clean slate, hoping they could wrong their rights." Rory seemed very serious about this, but I figured it was just another of her funny quirks.
"Paris got back on my hit list about five seconds after I made the new one, she assigned me to an article titled, `Wasted Space, What is it all About?'" I laughed, and she glowered at me. " Yeah, you go ahead and laugh, you'll be going straight to Hell one of these days, and then we'll see who's laughi..." Her sentence was cut off by the ringing of a cell phone.
Rory looked at the time and answered the phone.
"Hello?... Mom, I told you not to call me that! It's not very nice.... Where am I? I'm at Starbucks, getting coffee...yeah I know, evil Hell, that tries to serves bright elixir of life....yeah guess who I'm with right now?! No, not the 8^th dwarf...nope not George Bush either....no! not Ferris Bueller, mom, he's a fictional character... you suck at guessing games.... okay I'll spill! I ran into Tristan today, he's with me right now.... yes THAT Tristan...yes, he's behaving, although he did get on my hit list for not getting me a 4^th refill on my coffee....I know, evil little Luke Junior, ain't he? Is your convention over? Five more hours!....by then it will be like 2010! Yeah okay...oh, they're serving dinner there, how fun for you...oh okay...love you too, yes I'll make sure to not do anything you would do, Bye..." She clicked off her phone and smiled at me feebly.
"Talking to my mother always takes a lot out of me, you have to very coffee charged in order to take the task on, and since SOMEONE didn't get me the refill like I asked, I am now feeling very faint. Oh my head!" She feigned weakness, and put her hand to her head.
"Nice try, but I'm still not getting you coffee." I told her. "You know, here's a genius idea, why don't you go up there your self and get it?"
"Nah, too easy, I like a challenge." Rory sounded a lot like the old me when she said that, with difference being that she was talking about coffee, and I had been talking about people.
"Fine, I'll go get your damn coffee, will I be off your hit list?" I glared sternly at her, and Rory nodded energetically.
"Yes ma'am yes!" Rory did a mock salute, and I folded my arms.
"Hey, guy getting you coffee over here, remember?" I sat back down and she grabbed my arm.
" I was just kidding Tris! You're the coolest guy around, and you're like, so totally groovy, everyone adores and worships you!" She pleaded with me in desperation.
"God, you're like druggie begging for drugs." I shook my head in pretend disgust, but inside I was glowing. She had called me Tris! We were getting to the nickname stage of friendship already, in the space of an hour.
I got up to go get her coffee, and when I got back, she was off staring into space. I set the cup down gingerly, and tapped her arm lightly.
"Rory, got you coffee. What are you thinking about?" I said as I sat back down. She took the cup and gulped half of it in about a second. Then she set the mug down, and turned to me, looking serious.
"Tristan?" she said softly, " Are we friends?" I gulped. I wanted to WAY more than friends, but inside, I knew for now I would have to settle for friends.
" Yeah, I think we are." I smiled at her. She smiled back. "I do have one question though. Why were you thinking about that?"
"Oh, because it's so weird, hanging out with you and actually having a nice time. I didn't know if we were friends or if we just having coffee together. There's a difference ya know."
"Well, I know I haven't exactly been the nicest person to you..." I started, and she snorted nodding her head in agreement, " But I really would like to try the whole friends thing....so I was thinking maybe after you go back to Connecticut we could maybe keep in contact by e-mail or whatever. Contrary to what people think, we ARE allowed to use phones and computers and television."
"Yeah, we could DO that... and after I've had a horribly awful day at school I can go online or call you, and bitch about how awful my day was to you while you offer me my sympathies.... it's always nice to have a new person to complain to, even if it is ONLY you." Rory grinned wickedly, and I scowled at her.
"What do you mean, ONLY ME?" I said, pretending to be hurt. "You wound me, Rory, it hurts right here," I pointed to my heart, "You can probably hear my heart breaking from over there."
"if you don't quit it, the only thing you will hear is the sound of your ribs cracking, as I break them." She said menacingly, as we got up to leave Starbucks.
"Uh-huh, YOU? Break my ribs? Ha. Ha." I sneered at her. There was a moment of silence as we walked out side. It was nighttime now, and I didn't want the day to be over.
"So, since your mom has to stay at that convention thing, why don't you and me grab ourselves something to eat? I said, using my hick town voice, to make her laugh. And what a sound it was, it was like the sound of a hundred tiny bells twinkling in the heavens. God, I sound like a lovesick fool. I sound like John! That's pretty bad.
"Yeah, sure, I would like that, but can I go back to my hotel first to change, since I'm sort of cold?" Rory said, gesturing down to her shorts and tank top.
"Yeah of course...do you just want to me to go back with you, or do you wanna meet up in say, a half hour?" I glanced at my watch. Six forty five.
"Lets just meet back here, I don't want you knowing where I'm staying, you might kill me in my sleep!" Rory said this with laughter in her voice, " Oh and better make it and hour, I take FOREVER and a year to get ready."
"Okay, so back here at, oh, say, Seven forty five to Eight-ish?"
"Perfect, see you then... I'm counting on you to know where to take me to eat, since I have no clue where to go...do you think you can take on this mission, or does it require someone with more brain tissue, like your genius friend I met today?" Rory said evilly.
"Hardy har har. Did anyone tell you that you're the next Bob Hope? You resemble him, and you've certainly got the charm." She swatted me one the arm, but laughed. There it was again, the great laugh.
"Okay, well, see you in a hour, Bob." We glanced at each other for a moment, then she started walking.
"Yeah see ya, Oh Evil One" With that she was gone...for now.
Well, that was it, end of first chapter...whaddya think...that was my first GG fic... I'm thinking of doing the next chapter in Rory's POV, but I dunno...also I have no clue when I'm gonna get the next chapter out, maybe by next week.....FEEDBACK would be nice.
Author: Krysteena
Summary: Not telling *Tristans POV*
Pairing: R/T...although R/D is cute, it's more fun to write about Hot!Tristan!
Rating: PG13
Disclaimer: I don't own anything, except for any characters I may make up.
Authors Note: The title of the fic will come into play in later chapters, it's the title of a Beatles song...who by the way, in case you didn't know, ROCK! And I think my first paragraph sort of sucks, but whatever, I had to start with something. Sorry, One more thing...I know all the T/R fics are (well IMHO), but I *tried* to put a new spin on it.
Chapter 1: Military Life and Rory
One hundred ninety nine, two hundred. There I'm done with my push-ups. Life at military school is lots of work, and most of it's physical. I can safely say that I am never, EVER again going to do anything that will piss my father off. Oh well, too late to get out of military school now, unless I suddenly become a model son/student, which is very unlikely, okay, try virtually impossible.
I sat back against my bed and reflected. I'm not much of a reflector, but since being sent to a greater and more powerful Hell, I thought a lot. Not about great important things, but mostly about HER. The one that I fell for, after years of unfeeling relationships, but always, somehow, she was always slightly out of reach.
Oh God. I hear footsteps coming closer to my room that means the guys are back. My roommates are the most insane guys in America. Or at least military schools.
"Tristan, yo man, why are you just sitting there? Are you doing that deep thinking thing again? Snap out of it dude!" That would be Robert, one of my closest friends here at school. He's from Maine, he was sent away for doing petty things, like I did, so it was easy to relate.
" Dude, guess what? Next week we get a free weekend, which means that we can go into the city! I heard about it today from Lola. I think she's really starting to like me." Chris is the one who said that. He has a strange fixation with the secretary's assistant, Lola. He's from California, he was sent away for being a drunken slob 24/7. I think there was more to it than that, but I didn't ask.
"Chris, she said to you, quote, unquote, " Get the hell away from me, you asshole." said a Texas drawl. That would be John, the most stable out of all of us. He was sent here because he wants to be in the Army when he is 18, so he figures it would be good practice. He has a girlfriend back home, despite Lola coming on to him all the time.
"So? It's that backward psychology thing John." Chris said disdainfully, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. "You know, when they say they hate you, but they really want to ride off into the sunset with you?"
"No!" I cried out sharply. The guys paused to turn around and stare at me questioningly. " When they say they hate you, they usually mean it. And if you try harder, she'll just hate you more." With that said, I sat back, silent. But the guys obviously wanted to hear more than that.
"Oh really? And how would you know that, Oh great and powerful Oz?" The guys hooted at Chris's lame joke.
" Because Toto, I was in the very same predicament. I was so stupid, she was...." I trailed off. I didn't want these guys to know the torture I went through. John seemed to sense this, and he changed the subject.
"So what are we gonna do this weekend?" We all stared at each other, and then Chris replied,
" Dude, we're gonna get so drunk that we won't remember where we are. And then we'll look like complete asses trying to find our way back." Me and Rob and John looked at him oddly, while Chris looked defensive.
"What? It's fun!"
Saturday, Mid- Afternoonish
I smiled to myself as I wandered around the town. I was free for the whole weekend!! No big jerks screaming in your face, no 200 gazillion push-ups, and most importantly, I didn't have to sit around and wallow. I followed John into a Hallmark store, where he bought a card and a teddy bear for his girlfriend back home, Mandy. He always had this dopey grin on his face when he talked about her, like he knew the deepest darkest secrets of the world, and we are all idiots. Which we are, I suppose. I found myself getting bored of following John, and decided to roam around on my own.
I went past a Sam Goody and there was a pretty girl in front of it, looking through the window. I couldn't see her face, but the back of her was strangely familiar. Tall and slim, with golden brown hair cascading down her back. She turned around and I gasped. It was Rory! I became comatose, and I wanted to go up and say something, but my feet felt like they were glued to the floor. Willing myself to snap out of it, I made my feet start moving and slowly, I started walking towards her.
"Rory, hey." I said this cool and collected, but inside I was a mass of nerves. I stood there, nervous and vulnerable, as I waited for her to say something.
"Oh my God, Tristan?" Rory stared at me speechless. She had a funny expression on her face, one that I couldn't really describe.
"Yep, that's me." We were both silent for a moment, then she started talking.
"How... What...Why?" Rory sputtered. She stared at me wide-eyed, as if she wasn't really sure I was really there. She subconsciously pushed a piece of hair behind her ear, and I grinned. I glanced at her, and then I really looked, to see how she had changed.
Her hair was longer... it seemed darker too. It was weird seeing her out of her Chilton uniform, but I didn't expect her to live in that. The clothes she was wearing were tasteful, yet not conservative. A pair of faded denim shorts, with a light pink tank top.
"The military school that I was sent to let me out for the weekend. It is one of the four "free" weekends that we have a year. So my roommates and I came here, since it's the closest city to the Academy." I explained this easily to her, but inside, I was having trouble forming thoughts and getting the words out.
"Oh." Rory seemed like she was at a loss for words, so I started talking.
"So what are you doing here, Rory?"
"Oh, I-I am here because my mom is at a business convention, and since Chilton had a three day weekend, she decided to drag me along. Right now, she's at the convention, so I decided to check out the town."
"So you're here till Monday?" I asked, excited... maybe we could hang out, if she didn't hate me.
"Yep, Monday night." She confirmed.
"So maybe, you wanna.." Shouting in the distance cut off my words.
"Yo Tristan! Dude, where've you been..." Chris said, then stopping when he saw Rory. "Oh..." he said knowingly, "And who is this pretty little thing?"
"Chris, this is Rory. Rory, this is Chris." I said wearily. I knew how Chris was with girls. He tended to be like me, only worse. "Chris, Rory went to my old school, back home."
"Did you guys date?" Chris asked bluntly. Rory's face turned red, and she seemed to be on the verge of stammering, I had often seen the look she got when she rambled, so I decided to talk for her.
"No, we were semi-friends." I said this to Chris, but in my head, we were much more than "semi friends". We were... well, what we were was ineffable. In her head, I'm sure it was simple, we were enemies, I was a jackass, and she was the victim. But if she had been a little less oblivious, she would have seen more.
"Ooh. How...kinky." Chris said, looking straight at Rory, grinning lasciviously. Rory looked a bit uncomfortable, but being the innocent "Mary" that she was, she didn't get the implications of Chris's words.
Or judging by the slightly pissed off look she was beginning to get on her face, one I recognized all too well, maybe she did understand the undercurrents of Chris's words. And the fact that he was not so mentally undressing her with his eyes.
"Well Chris, as fun as it has been for us to haven chatted with you, I think we're gonna go look around now, okay?" I gently grabbed Rory's elbow, and started slowly moving her along.
"Who WAS that? He's a lot like you...you know, conceited, arrogant, always ready with the sexual innuendoes..." Rory trailed off, a small grin on her face to show me she was mostly kidding.
"Oh thanks a lot. I am not that bad, what do you expect from a SEX GOD." I grinned at Rory, and she laughed and rolled her eyes.
"Somehow I can picture you staring into the mirror each day and flexing and then saying, `YEAH man! Look at these babies, I am BUFF!' You really do that, don't you?"
"How'd you guess?" I said wryly, " And why were you thinking about my sexy abs? You want me, I knew it!"
"Only in your wildest dreams..." Rory stated. If only she knew about the dreams I had about her every single night. And how I woke up in a hot sweat, panting. She frowned.
"What's the matter?" I asked, concerned. I hoped she didn't think I was an asshole or something.
"It's nothing, I was just thinking, I haven't had coffee in about, oh, an hour. That is unheard for the Gilmore Girls. I was thinking, we could maybe go and get some coffee while I get you up to date about the going ons in Chilton.... Or not, you don't have to, I mean, if you have better things to do, which you probably do, it's okay, I'll understand..."
"Rory." I said firmly, making her look me in the eye. " I would love to go get some coffee with you. It's been awhile since I've had some decent coffee, the stuff they serve at the school is like sludge from off the bottom of our shoes. And it's always nice to hear about my followers at Chilton, I miss my fan club."
"Oh. Okay, great. I mean great that we're getting coffee, not that the coffee is bad." I could tell Rory was going to start rambling again. I sighed.
"You talk too much, woman." I said jokingly. She mock glared at me, then started off again on a totally different topic. I wasn't really listening, I was still in shock. Here I was, having coffee with Rory Gilmore, after a chance meeting that could have been nothing. Well, I was determined to make something of it.
We walked along like that, Rory babbling, me listening. We stopped in front of the Starbucks, and she wrinkled her nose in disdain.
"What? Don't tell me you don't want coffee anymore?" I said wearily. I was afraid that she was gonna leave.
"NO! Of course not! Do you have a fever? I always have an urge for coffee. It's just that Starbucks coffee isn't that good... the grinds that they use aren't always best quality, and the employees there aren't very nice. Well, at the one in Hartford anyway. They were very rude to me, when all I asked for was a double mocha foam latte light on the mocha and foam." Rory was very animated about this, she had hand gestures and everything.
"Do you want to see if you can get coffee somewhere else?" I asked, ready to walk some more for her.
"No, it's okay, I'll brave the rude employees and bad quality grinds. Thanks though, it was nice of you to offer." She smiled bravely, and we walked forward to Starbucks.
" I cannot believe you!" Rory laughed, "Excuse me, is this coffee made with REAL coffee grinds, or that fake stuff they serve at Starbucks?" Rory actually did a great job of mimicking me. I laughed along with her.
"Hey, it was just too good of a chance to pass up!" I said in my defense. "She looked new, so I had to, by North Carolina state law."
Rory shook her head in feigned anger. "I am sooo ashamed of you! I will never be able to show my face at that Starbucks again! How will I ever survive? I can't take you anywhere, can I?"
"No, I have been a very bad boy. You should punish me." I wiggled my eyebrows at her.
She swatted me on the arm.
"Ugh, Tristan! I really am ashamed of you now. Using really cheesy lines like that should be banned, along with rap music and Beanie Babies."
"What can I do to make up for it?" I asked Rory.
"Well...you can buy me some more coffee. My cups empty." Rory showed me her empty cup, looking sad.
"You just had THREE cups of coffee, no more! I'm telling her over there", I pointed, " to cut you off."
"Tristan, you're not allowed to do this to me! It's not fair." Rory jutted her lip out." I have to go back to Chilton on Tuesday... that calls for unlimited cups of coffee. UNLIMITED!"
"So? I have to go back to North Carolina Boys "Reform" Military Academy on Tuesday, that's a million times worse than Chilton, and you don't see me pathetically begging for coffee, do you?" I wasn't really going to deprive her of her precious coffee, but it was fun, bantering in a friendly way, not in a `grr, I hate you' way.
"Actually, yes, now that you mention it, I do see you pathetically, no shamelessly, begging for coffee. You're just blind, and deaf, and have no brain cells, so you can't see it for yourself." Rory stuck her tongue out, and sighed sadly, while doing that really cute pout she did when she wanted something.
" You know, you look really cute when you pout." I said to her, smirking. She brightened.
"But not cute enough to go and get you a refill." I laughed. She resumed her pouting, while I sat there, drinking my coffee slowly and deliberately.
All of a sudden, Rory rooted through her bag and found a piece of paper and started writing on it with a pink fluffy pen.
"What are you writing down?" I asked suspiciously.
"Oh nothing." She said innocently, but there was a faint smile on her face as she wrote down whatever it was she was writing. Finally, out of curiosity and impatience, I grabbed the paper away from her to see what she wrote.
"A HIT LIST! Geez, Rory, your list is pretty long, and I see quite a few names that I recognize here, I wonder what they'd say if I just happened to call them up and tell them....Christ Rory, the librarian?! What'd she ever do to you?" I asked her incredulously. It was hard to believe that sweet Mary had a hit list twenty miles long.
"She didn't have the book I wanted to read, even after I had placed a hold on it." Rory said defensively, " And I have perfectly good reasons for all those peoples names being on the list. See that one? He shoved me in the hallway at school. And Paris is an obvious one..."
"Hey wait, why isn't my name on this before?" I asked her, because I knew I deserved to be on the hit list from day one.
" It was, but this is the updated version, and as soon as you left, I had no reason to keep you on the hit list. See? The date says December 4^th, after you left. And also I figured everyone could start off with a clean slate, hoping they could wrong their rights." Rory seemed very serious about this, but I figured it was just another of her funny quirks.
"Paris got back on my hit list about five seconds after I made the new one, she assigned me to an article titled, `Wasted Space, What is it all About?'" I laughed, and she glowered at me. " Yeah, you go ahead and laugh, you'll be going straight to Hell one of these days, and then we'll see who's laughi..." Her sentence was cut off by the ringing of a cell phone.
Rory looked at the time and answered the phone.
"Hello?... Mom, I told you not to call me that! It's not very nice.... Where am I? I'm at Starbucks, getting coffee...yeah I know, evil Hell, that tries to serves bright elixir of life....yeah guess who I'm with right now?! No, not the 8^th dwarf...nope not George Bush either....no! not Ferris Bueller, mom, he's a fictional character... you suck at guessing games.... okay I'll spill! I ran into Tristan today, he's with me right now.... yes THAT Tristan...yes, he's behaving, although he did get on my hit list for not getting me a 4^th refill on my coffee....I know, evil little Luke Junior, ain't he? Is your convention over? Five more hours!....by then it will be like 2010! Yeah okay...oh, they're serving dinner there, how fun for you...oh okay...love you too, yes I'll make sure to not do anything you would do, Bye..." She clicked off her phone and smiled at me feebly.
"Talking to my mother always takes a lot out of me, you have to very coffee charged in order to take the task on, and since SOMEONE didn't get me the refill like I asked, I am now feeling very faint. Oh my head!" She feigned weakness, and put her hand to her head.
"Nice try, but I'm still not getting you coffee." I told her. "You know, here's a genius idea, why don't you go up there your self and get it?"
"Nah, too easy, I like a challenge." Rory sounded a lot like the old me when she said that, with difference being that she was talking about coffee, and I had been talking about people.
"Fine, I'll go get your damn coffee, will I be off your hit list?" I glared sternly at her, and Rory nodded energetically.
"Yes ma'am yes!" Rory did a mock salute, and I folded my arms.
"Hey, guy getting you coffee over here, remember?" I sat back down and she grabbed my arm.
" I was just kidding Tris! You're the coolest guy around, and you're like, so totally groovy, everyone adores and worships you!" She pleaded with me in desperation.
"God, you're like druggie begging for drugs." I shook my head in pretend disgust, but inside I was glowing. She had called me Tris! We were getting to the nickname stage of friendship already, in the space of an hour.
I got up to go get her coffee, and when I got back, she was off staring into space. I set the cup down gingerly, and tapped her arm lightly.
"Rory, got you coffee. What are you thinking about?" I said as I sat back down. She took the cup and gulped half of it in about a second. Then she set the mug down, and turned to me, looking serious.
"Tristan?" she said softly, " Are we friends?" I gulped. I wanted to WAY more than friends, but inside, I knew for now I would have to settle for friends.
" Yeah, I think we are." I smiled at her. She smiled back. "I do have one question though. Why were you thinking about that?"
"Oh, because it's so weird, hanging out with you and actually having a nice time. I didn't know if we were friends or if we just having coffee together. There's a difference ya know."
"Well, I know I haven't exactly been the nicest person to you..." I started, and she snorted nodding her head in agreement, " But I really would like to try the whole friends thing....so I was thinking maybe after you go back to Connecticut we could maybe keep in contact by e-mail or whatever. Contrary to what people think, we ARE allowed to use phones and computers and television."
"Yeah, we could DO that... and after I've had a horribly awful day at school I can go online or call you, and bitch about how awful my day was to you while you offer me my sympathies.... it's always nice to have a new person to complain to, even if it is ONLY you." Rory grinned wickedly, and I scowled at her.
"What do you mean, ONLY ME?" I said, pretending to be hurt. "You wound me, Rory, it hurts right here," I pointed to my heart, "You can probably hear my heart breaking from over there."
"if you don't quit it, the only thing you will hear is the sound of your ribs cracking, as I break them." She said menacingly, as we got up to leave Starbucks.
"Uh-huh, YOU? Break my ribs? Ha. Ha." I sneered at her. There was a moment of silence as we walked out side. It was nighttime now, and I didn't want the day to be over.
"So, since your mom has to stay at that convention thing, why don't you and me grab ourselves something to eat? I said, using my hick town voice, to make her laugh. And what a sound it was, it was like the sound of a hundred tiny bells twinkling in the heavens. God, I sound like a lovesick fool. I sound like John! That's pretty bad.
"Yeah, sure, I would like that, but can I go back to my hotel first to change, since I'm sort of cold?" Rory said, gesturing down to her shorts and tank top.
"Yeah of course...do you just want to me to go back with you, or do you wanna meet up in say, a half hour?" I glanced at my watch. Six forty five.
"Lets just meet back here, I don't want you knowing where I'm staying, you might kill me in my sleep!" Rory said this with laughter in her voice, " Oh and better make it and hour, I take FOREVER and a year to get ready."
"Okay, so back here at, oh, say, Seven forty five to Eight-ish?"
"Perfect, see you then... I'm counting on you to know where to take me to eat, since I have no clue where to go...do you think you can take on this mission, or does it require someone with more brain tissue, like your genius friend I met today?" Rory said evilly.
"Hardy har har. Did anyone tell you that you're the next Bob Hope? You resemble him, and you've certainly got the charm." She swatted me one the arm, but laughed. There it was again, the great laugh.
"Okay, well, see you in a hour, Bob." We glanced at each other for a moment, then she started walking.
"Yeah see ya, Oh Evil One" With that she was gone...for now.
Well, that was it, end of first chapter...whaddya think...that was my first GG fic... I'm thinking of doing the next chapter in Rory's POV, but I dunno...also I have no clue when I'm gonna get the next chapter out, maybe by next week.....FEEDBACK would be nice.