Title: Their Story: Soundtrack Included

Rating: M

Pairing: Tristan/Rory

Disclaimer: I own absolutely nothing.

Summary: This story is about the things that Tristan and Rory go through to reach the end and how at first they fight each other, but at the end the outcome was unexpected to many.

AN: Each chapter has an accompanying song; it either shows what the character (Rory or Tristan) is feeling or it's based off the chapter.

The story takes place in Chilton…it starts off on Rory's first day. As you read you will see that the characters aren't exactly as they were on the show.

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Chapter 1

Polyamorous- adj- pertaining to participation in multiple and simultaneous sexual relationships.

The day has come to an end


The sun is over my head


My polyamorous friend


You got me in a mess of trouble again

Ever so slowly he began to open his eyes. Having the sun shining brightly in his room, he regrets not having pulled close the dark, thick curtains the night before.

He carelessly throws his right arm over his eyes; shielding them from the cruel sun, as his left arm flings across the other side of his bed.

"Hmff," he hears a muffled grunt from the left side of the bed.

Slightly lifting his head towards the direction of where the muffled noise came from, it takes him a few moments to try and register who the naked girl lying next to him is. Giving up because his brain couldn't possibly, properly function this early in the morning, he rolls towards the nameless girl and removes the loose strands of hairs from her neck.

He then descends to the crook of her neck and massages her tender skin with hot, open-mouth kisses.

"Mm…" the girl moaned as she emerged from her slumber.

Tristan made his move and settled between the girls legs. As he moved on top of her, he started to rub his fully erect cock up and down between her slits that were already drenched with her juices from last nights activities.

"Oh Tristan," he heard her sigh.

He started to press harder. She whimpered as she felt the full force and hardness of his thick cock.

The girl had nearly cried out loud when Tristan had forced his massive dick into her hot heat.

"How's it feel," he growled into her ear as he pounded into her with rhythm.

She loudly moaned, "Fuck!"

He continued to rock back and forth as he watched his cock disappear into her cunt and emerge coated with her wetness. He then felt the girl's soft hands grab at his butt and pull him onto her as their bodies started to rock in unison.

Their moans and groans became muffled as their mouths joined and their tongues seeking ultimate control. But it wasn't long until they broke away due to them nearing their climax.

"Oh baby, harder, please," he barely heard her pant.

Tristan grunted as his pace quickened; the muscles in his butt stiffened as he thrust long and hard and deep.

The girl was moaning louder now, but then suddenly he lifted up and she screamed out in ecstasy as her climax ripped through her. Tristan's was quick to follow.

That's one way of waking up in the morning.

So


Just when you think that you're all right


I'm crawling out from the inside


I never hurt anyone


I never listen at all

Later that morning, Tristan was casually making his way into Chilton Preparatory alone. He briefly debated on whether or not he should stop at his locker and get his history textbook for his first period class, but in the end he decided not to; he was already twenty minutes late, he figured he wouldn't be doing much work anyway.

Arriving at his history classroom, he placed his hand on the doorknob, turned and pulled it open.

"Mr. Dugrey, it truly is a pleasure for you to join us," his teacher said unfazed as he had to stop his lesson.

He smirked, "Well you know me, Remy, I breathe to please."

"Mmhm, I'm sure you do," Mr. Remy told him, "Now if you don't mind taking your seat, I would like to continue with my lesson."

"Nope, I don't mind," he said with his smirk still on his lips. He began to make his way towards the back of the room where his seat was, but stopped in his tracks after noticing something.

"We have a new student?" he asked the question directed to no one specifically.

"Obviously, seeing as how you haven't seen me before," the new girl replied looking up from her notes.

"If you weren't late you wouldn't have missed when I introduced her to the class," the teacher said, "Her name is Rory."

"Are you sure?" he asked skeptically, "She looks like a Mary to me."

At that the class snickered.

Looking down at her, he saw her shifting uncomfortably, 'Definitely a Mary,' he thought to himself.

Mr. Remy sighed as his patience was wearing thin, "Mr. Dugrey, your seat," he instructed.

He gave the brunette with gorgeous blue eyes a wink as he walked past her and towards his seat.

"Hey Blondie," he heard her call out for him. Both shocked and impressed, he turned to face her, "What's your name?"

"He smirked, "Tristan…or God."

It was Rory's turn to smirk, "Really?" she asked innocently, "Because you just looked like a fool to me." With a wink of her own she faced the front of the room as the class got their laughs in.

Mr. Remy broadly smiled, "God, I think now is the perfect time for you to take your seat."

And that's what he did…he took his seat.

They've come to get me again


The cloud is over my head


My polyamorous friend


You got me in a mess of trouble again

The bell finally rang, signaling the end of first period; only eight more to go. Tristan was quick to follow the Mary out so that he can "talk" to her, but as soon as he stepped foot outside the classroom into the already busy hallway, he was bombarded by a cheery blonde.

"Hey sexy," she cooed as she grabbed and placed him against a row of nearby lockers.

"Um…hi," he said a bit distracted; he wanted to see where the new girl had went. Seeing that it was hopeless, he focused on the girl in front of him. It took him a few moments to realize who she was.

"So, last night was great…and so was this morning," she smirked.

"Yes," he brushed his lips against her, teasing her, "Yes it was."

He lingered on her soft lips until her heard a girl's name being called out. "Jessica!" he turned to his left to see a group of giggling girls getting the attention of the blonde pressed against me.

That's what her name is!

"I'll see you around," he easily told her.

"Oh you definitely will," she said in a sultry tone before pushing off of him and making her way towards her friends that were waiting for her; she didn't forget to give her hips extra sway.

After hearing the late bell ring, he remembered that he was still in school so he made his way to his second period English class.

He entered the classroom and was thrilled to see that Mr. Medina was not there yet. Today was his lucky day; he got laid and avoided another detention.

He greeted his friends and sent the ladies a wink as he made his way to the middle of the rows and columns of desks where his seat was.

He smirked, "You're in my seat, Mary."

She looked up from the book she was reading and with her big, blue eyes looked up at him, "So?" It seemed as if she didn't want to be bothered.

"It's my seat," he said stating that piece of information as if it were obvious. At this point most of the class was intrigued with the couple's conversation probably because half of them saw what had taken place during first period so they wanted to see the continuation.

"We have assigned seats in this class?"

"No, but--"

She cut him off, "Look there's one up there then," she pointed to the empty desk.

After following to where her finger was pointing to with his eyes, he looked back at her and simply stated, "I don't like the front." This girl had some nerve.

She smirked, "Well then I guess you better start getting to class on time."

"New girl: two, Tristan: zero," he heard a smartass say, causing the class to laugh.

Tristan was about to retaliate, but just as he opened his mouth, Mr. Medina walked in. Seeing Tristan standing he grinned, "Ah, Mr. Dugrey, it seems as if you'll be gracing me with your presences in the front row today; it's truly a pleasure."

"He breathes to please," Rory smiled as she looked up at Tristan's glaring eyes.

"So I've heard," Mr. Medina said, "Tristan please sit down—So, you must be Lorelai," he addressed Rory after reading the newly printed attendants sheet.

"I like to go by Rory," she politely replied.

"Alright then, Rory, welcome to British Literature."

Rory just smiled. She then saw the Blonde in the front row turn around and look at her.

'Welcome, Mary," he thought with an evil grin on his face.

Tristan was going to have fun with this one.

Just stay away from the white light


I'd say your worst side's your best side


I never hurt anyone


I never listen at all


Let's go

AN: My second fic. Please REVIEW!!