Romeo and Juliet

Author's note: I've wanted to write a fanfiction based on Tristan and Rory for a very long time, and I've finally decided to do just that! I hope you all enjoy, and please review and let me know whether this should be continued or not! I hope you all enjoy!

This story begins during the episode 'Wedding Bell Blues'

Rory could feel nerves rushing through her whole body. Weird, she thought. She had no idea why Logan affected her so much, but ever since seeing him with his date during her grandparents vow renewal she couldn't shake the dread of seeing him during the reception too. What could she possibly say to him? How would she say anything to him?

The room was beautifully decorated. It definitely met the high expectations of Emily Gilmore. Rory was happy for them. White flowers seemed to spill likes fountains from the vases placed throughout the room and splashes of green contrasted them stunningly. The atmosphere was set by low lighting and candles. Rory could almost hear her mother's thoughts, mocking Emily and her compulsive need to have the candles separated by a certain measurement. The thought made Rory smile.

After the speeches were done and the dancing commenced Rory slid away in search of Logan and his date. She wasn't sure what she was doing, but she just had to see what they were like together. She wanted to see if they had a connection. She shook her head at herself. It was Logan Huntzberger…did he have connections with anyone? She doubted it. He wasn't the type for relationships. That fact made her question the desire she felt to see him, be near him; it would lead to no good.

She hid behind a broad man who was too animated in his discussion to even notice her lurking behind him. Peering around him she caught a glimpse of Logan; all blonde hair and green eyes. His suit made him look sophisticated in a way she knew he would probably never be. This was definitely not his sort of party. She briefly entertained the thought that she was the reason he was here, but quickly dismissed it. He brought a date.

"If you stare at them any harder they might burst into flames," a voice spoke from behind her, startling her. Rory spun around, her face already flushing a deep crimson red. A familiar face smirked down at her.

"Tristan," She was shocked. She hadn't seen him since that night at Chilton, when he was supposed to be her Romeo. 'I'd kiss you goodbye…but you're boyfriends watching' had been his final words to her. She never considered the possibility that they would meet again.

"Mary," He smirked, scanning her from head to toe like he was trying to analyse every inch of her. She'd changed a lot since Chilton. So had he. He was taller and definitely not the scrawny blonde kid who used to tease her. He looked…good. She was reluctant to admit it, but he did. "You look…" he paused as if searching for the right word, "way better in a suit then I do."

Rory found herself smiling despite their past. If she was honest with herself she'd admit that some part of her had been drawn to him back in high school, just as he'd been drawn to her. But she'd never admit that. Rory had always liked the way they bantered with each other, though he had always been infuriating.

"Thanks," She smiled, "What are you doing here?"

He gestured with his hand around the room, "I'm here for the wedding. I came with my parents."

Rory nodded. She didn't know what to say. It was weird seeing him again.

"You've aged well…" He filled the silence without reluctance. Nothing could deter him from speaking to her, she thought. She gazed into his light blue eyes and found the wall of resistance she had always put up around him being slowly chipped away.

"So have you." She smiled; trying not to show him how amused she was by the conversation, "Military school must have been good for you."

He shrugged, "I almost got kicked out, actually. But it was fun." He smiled, and Rory couldn't help but smile back. She never realised that she'd actually missed him. Chilton had definitely been more interesting with him around.

"Of course." Rory replied, shaking her head. She found it amusing that he hadn't changed much. He was still the Tristan who used to roam the hallowed halls of Chilton, pulling shenanigans with his friends and getting into trouble.

"So," He laughed, "Where's bagboy tonight?" His tone was sarcastic, teasing, like it used to be. He expected her to say they broke up years ago. She wished it had stayed that way.

Rory let out a soft laugh, "We broke up recently."

Tristan raised his eyebrows, "Wow, so you guys stayed together all that time? Impressive. Was it the apron? Because I always thought it did hideous things for his complexion."

She shook her head, letting out a small laugh, "No, he actually got married for a while."

Tristan glanced behind her, over to where she had been obsessively watching Logan and his date before. He hadn't asked about Logan before, or why she'd been ogling them; now she dreaded that he would. Instead he just smirked at her.

"He's watching us," Tristan took a step closer; "I think he's jealous."

Rory glanced back at Logan, a smile playing on her lips. She'd forgotten about him when Tristan had appeared. Suddenly she realised how alike they were. Was that why she liked Logan? Did he just remind her of her Chilton crush?

"He has no right to be." She replied, "We're just friends." She realised she didn't really care if Logan was jealous. They'd known each other for a while now…he'd never asked her out. He never would. Why should she waste her time thinking about him, liking him, when he could never do the same?

Tristan realised that she was lost in her thoughts, so he extended his hand in her direction; an invitation. His eyes locked with hers; a dare. "Would you like to dance?" He smirked; a temptation.

Rory placed her hand in his, returning his smirk with a smile which left him breathless.

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