"Oh true apothecary, thy drugs are quick, and thus with a kiss, I die," Tristan said as he leaned over me. He looked over to Dean, and then kissed me. He forced my mouth open, and we kissed like we did at the party.

I heard Dean clear his throat. "Cut!" Paris yelled. "Okay, okay, I think we should do it again."

I sat up. "What?" I shouted as I wiped my mouth. "Why? One take is enough," I said.

Dean switched his weight from his left foot to his right foot. "Yeah, it really is," he muttered. I saw Tristan smirk from the corner of my eye.

"Rory, this is 50 percent of our grade. Don't you understand that? 50 percent. We need to get this down!" Paris shouted.

I groaned and walked over to Dean. "I'm really sorry. If you want to leave you can. I think we are sticking around here for a while," I said as I look towards Tristan. "He's not really cooperating," I said.

Dean sighed deeply and looked at Tristan too. "It looked like he was cooperating during that kiss. Since when did Romeo and Juliet open mouth kiss, Rory? Especially when she was dead. I never knew that, thanks for telling me," he said sarcastically. I heard Tristan laugh. "Whatever, I'm going. Good luck on Sunday, I'll see you there." I watched as Dean left.

On Sunday we were getting ready backstage. I got a text message. From Dean.

'I'm rlly srry. I'm outside wting 4 u 2 cme out. Good luck.'

"Who's that?" Tristan said over my shoulder.

I jumped slightly. I turned and faced him. "What do you want Tristan?" I asked, annoyed.

He smiled. God, I love that smile. "I was just thinking about that kiss, and how it felt like the one at the party. And I was thinking that we should do it again another time. You know, not under pressure," he said as he jerked his head towards Paris.

"God, you're disgusting," I said.

"Maybe, but you can't deny that that kiss wasn't a normal, play rehearsed kiss," he told me. "You just can't," he whispered.

He was right. The kiss wasn't a normal kiss, it was a kiss that was like Dean and I's kiss. Oh God, what have I gotten myself into? I was falling for Tristan when Dean was about to see us kiss. I felt gross. My boyfriend is going to see me make out with another guy.

"C'mon people! One more rehearsal!" Paris shouted at us.

I looked around at the ground. "Um, Paris, I can't lay down anywhere," I pointed out.

Paris' eyes widened. "Well, Gilmore, we'll just have to do it standing up, won't we?" she said with a little bit of annoyance in her tone.

We rehearsed. It went well. Then, the last line came up. "Thus, with a kiss, I die," he said. We looked in each other's eyes. He walked closer, put his arm around my body, pulled me in, and kissed me full on the mouth.

"Okay, guys. Let's get out there," Madeline said.

We did our part of the play, and Tristan kissed me, and everyone applauded. I looked into the audience at the end and saw Dean. He wasn't smiling like the rest of them. He clapped three times and walked away.

Backstage, I came out wearing my normal clothes and Tristan was there waiting for me. "Why not you?" he asked.

Immediately I was confused. "What?"

"Why have you never liked me? I mean, I've chased girls before, but none like I've chased you. They always come running towards me. And I was just wondering, why not you?" he said.

I smiled and looked at the ground. "I'm with Dean."

"Is that the reason?" he asked. "Is it just that you were with Dean? If you weren't dating anyone, would you date me?"

Oh, now he's just being a jerk.

I shrugged, despite my brain saying, 'No, get out of there. Go see your boyfriend. Dean, remember him?'

Tristan laughed. "My dad pulled me out of school," he told me.

I felt like crying and laughing at the same time. I felt like crying because, well, I like Tristan. I like him as a friend, and even maybe as a boyfriend, but I'm with Dean. And I felt like laughing because I knew this would happen.

"Why?" was my final answer. I didn't want to be rude, or look like a cry baby.

"He just thinks Ducan and Boman are bad influences. He shipping me off to North Carolina," he said with a frown. "Boarding school."

I frowned. "Well, even if you don't believe me, I'm going to miss you Tristan."

He walked closer to me and smiled. "I believe it." Then he kissed me, and I let him. This time, he didn't have to force my mouth open. We broke off and I gasped for air. I was glad I didn't cry this time. "Bye, Mary."

I smiled as I watched him leave. I know I hate the name and everything, but I always knew that I'd be his one and only Mary.