Possibilities Are Possible

AN: Hey everyone! The idea for this story has been bugging me for a while… a long while, so I just had to put it up here and see what you guys think. I hope you enjoy it and if you do, let me know…and if you don't let me know!

Info: Takes place during the third year at Yale. Tristan never left for military school and he and Rory became good friends. The kiss at Madeline's did happen. Now the duo is going to Yale together. Logan, Colin, and Finn are also in this fic. It will end a TRORY.


Chapter 1

"Hurry up in there," he yelled through the closed bathroom door. "You don't need to put on make-up."

"I'm not putting on make-up!" she yelled back.

"Then what the hell are you doing that's taking so damn long?" he impatiently asked.

"Let's just say you won't be able to come in here for a few days."

"What, why?"

"You allowed me to eat those four and a half burritos, that's why."

"I warned you not to eat them, but did you listen to me? Of course you didn't."

"Well… I warned you not to date Christy, but did you listen to me? No, of course not."

"What does Christy have to do with burritos?" he asked as he heard her flush and then turn on the faucet to wash her hands.

"She was a psycho," she replied as she swung the bathroom door open.

"Burritos are psychotic?" he asked just to annoy her.

"Shut up. Let's go; we've kept Matt waiting long enough," she grabbed her keys and headed towards the door.

"You've, kept him waiting," he corrected her as they walked out her dorm building and towards his car.

"I still don't get why he asked you to come pick me up." He held the door open for her as she slid into the passenger seat. Once she was in, he shut the door, walked to the other side and got in.

"Don't know," he says turning the ignition, "Maybe your boyfriend knew about the burritos and didn't have the patience, such as myself, to wait for you."

"Right," she said sarcastically, "Tristan Dugrey: the patient one. Also the one who was about to kick down my bathroom door!"

"You were in there for an hour, Rory!"

"Thirty minutes…"

"Same difference."

"No, not really."

"Yes, really."

"Whatever," was her lame response.

"Nice comeback," he smirked.

"I can't waste my energy shutting you down… I need to save it for tonight with Matt," she smiled wickedly.

"Okay, gross," he said with a disgusted face.

Deciding to change the subject, Rory says, "So are we almost at the party?"

"Actually," he parks the car and shuts the engine off, "We're here."

"Finally," she flared her arms in the air as she got out of the car, "Took you long enough to get us here."

"It's your fault we're late!" he told her; jogging to catch up with her.

"Let it go already," she smiled.

The duo made their way into the already blown-out party.

"Hey guys," Matt said walking up to them.

"Hey," Rory smiles as she kisses him.

"What took you two so long?" he asked.

"Rory here was taking a s--" Tristan began, but was cut off by Rory elbowing him in his side.

"He was driving slow as usual," she said flinging her thumb in Tristan's direction.

"Come on man… because of you I lost valuable kissing time with my girl," Matt smiles as he wraps his arms around Rory.

"Yeah Tristan," Rory smirks.

Tristan rolled his eyes and before leaving he said, "I'm gonna go find me some ass."

"Stay away from the psychos," Rory yells to his retreating back.

His only response was a wave of his hand in the air as he continued to walk away.

"So why were you late?" Matt curiously asked.

"Primping," was all she said.

"Well I'm sorry you wasted your time," he told her sympathetically.

"What do you mean?" she asked confused.

"The primping will go to waste after we're done doing what we're about to do… if you know what I mean," he leered.

"Did you already reserve a room?" she joked.

"You know I did," he smirked widely as he led her up the stairs.


"Hey, where's Rory?" Logan asked Tristan after approaching him.

Tristan, with a nod of his head towards the staircase, showed Logan where Rory was.

Logan's expression saddened, "Oh…you alright?"

"Of course," he said putting the bottle of beer he was holding on the fire place mantel, "I have Melanie… or Melissa waiting for me upstairs. Who knows; maybe even both," he smirked.

"Have fun," It was obvious Tristan was covering up his emotions.

"Oh I will," Tristan smiled and patted Logan's shoulder before heading up the stairs to where he was going to be getting lucky.


"Oh baby…faster," Melanie moaned.

Pounding into her faster, he practically had her screaming, "Ughhh…yes, yes…yes, uh…mmm."

"You like that?" he grunted as he continued pumping faster and now harder.

"Yesss--"

"Then tell me what you want," he spat as he roughly rode her.

"You."

"Me?"" he harshly asked.

"Oh God yesss… Fuck, yes," she yelled as her orgasm approached.

"Rory," Tristan groaned as he slammed into her; spilling his seed inside of her.

Sliding out of her and rolling off to the side, Tristan recomposed himself. Once he had accomplished that, he got out of bed and slipped his boxers back on.

"Who's Rory?" Melanie suddenly asked.

"What?" Tristan said pretending he didn't know what she was talking about.

"You heard me," she said sitting up; not bothering to cover her exposed breasts.

"No one," he replied as he buttoned his jeans and zipped them up.

"Obviously not no one if--"

"Enough," he coldly said.

"Well who ever she is, do something because the next girl you sleep with and you call out 'Rory' and she isn't Rory…well let's just say she probably won't be as understanding as me."

"Or as annoying," he rudely told her as he pulled his shirt over his head and began making his way out into the hallway.

Shutting the door behind him, he took a deep breath and proceeded to try and enjoy the rest of the party.


AN: Let me know what you guys thought! Thanks!