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A/N: This was the first fanfic I wrote and I'm reposting it… please keep in mind I wrote this 4 years ago. This is the only A/N that I have updated… so please ignore the rest (except the last one). Thank you.

Chapter 1

Harvard Library

There she sat, the girl that captured my heart and dreams: Rory Gilmore. She had her head buried in a book, not like that was new. I approached her slowly and whispered in her ear,

"Hi Mary."

"God Tristan, you scared the hell outta me!" she replied

I just stood there and smirked at her. "Did I just witness the apocalypses? Rory Gilmore curse?"

"Ha ha... very funny Tristan" She began to read her book again.

"What? No witty remark this time? No banter? Are you sick?" I jokingly raised my hand to her forehead.

When his hand reached my forehead I felt something. What were they? Sparks? No Rory! You can't think like that! This is Tristan! Evil one! But those were sparks... I know it. NO! Stop thinking like that!

"Earth to Mary" Tristan had removed his hand and was now waving it in front of my face.

"Oh, sorry. Were you saying something?"

There it was again. That smirk! I couldn't stand it. It was at this time that I started to argue with myself again. What are you talking about? You love that smirk! No I don't! I hate it, I hate it, I hate it! Yeah, that's right princess, keep telling yourself that! Maybe you'll convince yourself someday. Hey all I need to convince is me, and you are a part of me, so you should be convinced! Well hey, look, lover- boy here is giving us a crazy look, say something

"Ummm, sorry Tristan, I need to go. Bye." I gathered my books and left.

I watched her frantically grab her things and leave. "Bye Mary." What was with her? She seemed out of it. Oh well, another piece of the puzzle that was Rory Gilmore that I will never solve.

Rory's Dorm Room

As the door opened, I noticed the room was empty yet again. My roommate was out again. As I tossed my books and purse on my desk, I found a note.

Rory,

Hey, sorry I couldn't be here when you got back. I'm at Matt's.

I don't think I'll be back tonight. :) Have fun without me!

Laura

I fell onto my bed thinking of what happened in the library. What's wrong with me? You think Tristan's hot! Oh no, not you again! You better betcha little hinny it is! I don't think Tristan's hot! Tristan's just... well he's just Tristan! Then why are you arguing with yourself? I don't know! Just shut up! AGG! All right, all right, I'm going... but this isn't the end of it. I got up to call my mom. I dialed that familiar number only to hear that familiar French accented voice.

"Independence Inn, Michel speaking, how may I help you?"

"Hi Michel, may I please speak with my mom?"

"Agh, how many times do I have to tell you, I AM NOT YOUR MESSENGER!"

"Aww please! I promise I won't call back for two days... unless I run out of coffee or get an "A" on my next paper or-"

"All right, just stop talking"

I smiled at myself as I listened to the annoyed French man find my mom.

"Lorelai, your eldest offspring is on the phone"

"Hey munchkin, how are you?"

"Hi mom, confused actually."

"Awww, what about? Oh, is it about coffee?"

"How could I possibly be confused about coffee!"

"Well there's just soo many yummy kinds! There's black, regular, decafe... ugh! cappuccinos, lattes-"

"Mom! This is not about coffee. Actually never mind. I think I'm just gonna go out now. Bye mom"

"OK, bye sweetie"

With that I hung up and headed to the mall.