Disclaimer: I don't own GG, and this is just a not funky spoof of all Trory
fics.
Rory walked to her dormitory there at Yale. By some freak thing, all of her roommates were gone home for the weekend at the same time. Rory enjoyed the silence for a whole 2.453674 seconds before jumping up and running out of the room after realizing she had a class. She silently berated herself for being so careless, seeing as this class was the one guaranteed to make her a kick ass, no nonsense, famous field reporter like Christianne Amanpourt.
She dove into the classroom just as Professor Vanderschmoot began his lesson. She took the first free seat she saw and pulled out her pink fuzzy scribbler and a lime green colored pen with a feather shooting out its ass.
Just then a young man came rushing in. he apologized to the Prof for being late and dove into the seat next to Rory. She cast him a sideways glance then turned back to her notes. He seemed oddly familiar to her, but she couldn't put her finger on it. All she could decipher was that this was a fine specimen.
A moment later that same young man tapped her lightly on the shoulder and whispered into her ear
"What are we doing?"
"Notes," she whispered back, careful not to attract the teachers attention. He nodded and turned away.
He knew exactly who that girl was. She was his crush for all of high school, and still was. He knew he had fallen all over again when he sniffed in her decidedly "Rory" smell. It was like coffee beans and Hamburgers, which normally would make his stomach wrench, but in this case it was like sweet ambrosia.
After class the tall blonde boy followed Rory back to her dorm, without her ever noticing. She was deeply intrigued by the world of the Happiest Donut, written by that little boy back in Stars Hollow.
He cornered her just before she opened her door, pulling her attention away. She was startled, but quickly recovered after giving herself a paper cut and jumping twenty feet.
"Hey," Tristan said on a low husky voice. She looked confused.
"Uh, hi," she repeated, sounding just like a Yale alumni.
"Rory Gilmore," he said she nodded slowly.
"And you are-"
"You don't remember me?"
"Should I?" she asked with a nervous laugh. He laughed lightly and backed off a little.
"Mary," suddenly it clicked in. Rory smiled and flung herself into his arms.
"Oh my god, Tristan, it's been so long," Tristan returned her hug whole- heartedly.
"Yeah. So, I though you were supposed to be a Harvard girl."
"I was but I changed my mind."
"Oh? Why?"
"For a couple reasons. Mostly to be closer to my mom and boy- well, ex- boyfriend."
"Ahh, still bagboy?" Rory laughed lightly.
"No, that was over a long time ago. He's married."
"Really? Interesting."
"How so?"
"Well, I was just trying to think of who would willingly become attached to a supermarket bagboy for the rest of there lives," she punched her arm lightly, and both were electrocuted by the electricity flowing between them.
"Do you, uh. Do you want to come in?" Rory asked once she got her hair semi- flattened out. Tristan swallowed heavily.
"Won't your roommates mind?"
"Oh, they're out of town."
"All of them?"
"Yeah. So, you coming?"
"Yeah, sure," the two of them went in her room and sat on the couch. It was a full three minutes before either of them said something.
"So, what do you want to do?" he asked. It took her no time to make up her mind and jump him. They ended up making love the rest of the afternoon.
The next day they got married and had kids nine moths later.
The end.
Rory walked to her dormitory there at Yale. By some freak thing, all of her roommates were gone home for the weekend at the same time. Rory enjoyed the silence for a whole 2.453674 seconds before jumping up and running out of the room after realizing she had a class. She silently berated herself for being so careless, seeing as this class was the one guaranteed to make her a kick ass, no nonsense, famous field reporter like Christianne Amanpourt.
She dove into the classroom just as Professor Vanderschmoot began his lesson. She took the first free seat she saw and pulled out her pink fuzzy scribbler and a lime green colored pen with a feather shooting out its ass.
Just then a young man came rushing in. he apologized to the Prof for being late and dove into the seat next to Rory. She cast him a sideways glance then turned back to her notes. He seemed oddly familiar to her, but she couldn't put her finger on it. All she could decipher was that this was a fine specimen.
A moment later that same young man tapped her lightly on the shoulder and whispered into her ear
"What are we doing?"
"Notes," she whispered back, careful not to attract the teachers attention. He nodded and turned away.
He knew exactly who that girl was. She was his crush for all of high school, and still was. He knew he had fallen all over again when he sniffed in her decidedly "Rory" smell. It was like coffee beans and Hamburgers, which normally would make his stomach wrench, but in this case it was like sweet ambrosia.
After class the tall blonde boy followed Rory back to her dorm, without her ever noticing. She was deeply intrigued by the world of the Happiest Donut, written by that little boy back in Stars Hollow.
He cornered her just before she opened her door, pulling her attention away. She was startled, but quickly recovered after giving herself a paper cut and jumping twenty feet.
"Hey," Tristan said on a low husky voice. She looked confused.
"Uh, hi," she repeated, sounding just like a Yale alumni.
"Rory Gilmore," he said she nodded slowly.
"And you are-"
"You don't remember me?"
"Should I?" she asked with a nervous laugh. He laughed lightly and backed off a little.
"Mary," suddenly it clicked in. Rory smiled and flung herself into his arms.
"Oh my god, Tristan, it's been so long," Tristan returned her hug whole- heartedly.
"Yeah. So, I though you were supposed to be a Harvard girl."
"I was but I changed my mind."
"Oh? Why?"
"For a couple reasons. Mostly to be closer to my mom and boy- well, ex- boyfriend."
"Ahh, still bagboy?" Rory laughed lightly.
"No, that was over a long time ago. He's married."
"Really? Interesting."
"How so?"
"Well, I was just trying to think of who would willingly become attached to a supermarket bagboy for the rest of there lives," she punched her arm lightly, and both were electrocuted by the electricity flowing between them.
"Do you, uh. Do you want to come in?" Rory asked once she got her hair semi- flattened out. Tristan swallowed heavily.
"Won't your roommates mind?"
"Oh, they're out of town."
"All of them?"
"Yeah. So, you coming?"
"Yeah, sure," the two of them went in her room and sat on the couch. It was a full three minutes before either of them said something.
"So, what do you want to do?" he asked. It took her no time to make up her mind and jump him. They ended up making love the rest of the afternoon.
The next day they got married and had kids nine moths later.
The end.