Rory looked out the buses window. Rain trickled down and blurred everything outside into a mass of colors, making it look like a modernistic painting. She rested her hands on the seat in front of her, as she leant forward. Drumming her fingers on the seat in front of her, Rory looked at the front of the bus. They had not gone anywhere for at least an hour and she was getting antsy.
It had been a year since she had gone home. It had been a year since she had seen her mom or Sookie or even Starshallow. Rory missed it all. She even missed Kirk and his crazy schemes or artistic events. Thinking about the odd short film Kirk had made and shown at the annual movie a few years back. That was probably the most frightening thing she had ever seen.
She had been on the road from the day after she graduated until just now. The Obama campaign was the most thrilling experience she had ever been part of, but she was glad to be given a short break while the caucus was in New Hampshire.
The bus rolled to a halt outside of the bus stop. She sighed in relief and stood. Grabbing her overnight bag she strode to the front of the bus. When the doors opened, she started to walk off the bus, but stopped. Rory's eyes opened wide. Standing there with a satchel at his feet and in dress uniforms was someone Rory had not seen since her high school years.
"Tristan," she said. Rory's jaw dropped as she just stood there.
"Hey, lady, aren't you going to get off the bus," the bus driver snapped behind her.
Rory turned around. She stared at him as he stared at her with irritation in his eyes. She nodded. "Yeah." Rory turned back to the exit and walked down the two steps. She went over to Tristan. Smiling, the young woman looked her up and down. "Hey," she said, "You look good."
Tristan laughed. He looked her over with a cocky grin. "So do you, Mary," he said, winking.
Rory groaned. "You remember," she replied.
"Of course I remember. So, what have you been up to? The last I remember, I had to go off to military school."
Rory nodded. She looked up at the sky. "Well, Paris and I went to Yale. I dropped out after steeling a boat and was told I didn't cut it as a journalist…"
"Woah, woah, woah. You did what? That sounds like something I would do!"
"Yeah, I stole a boat and dropped out. But…I went back and graduated. Right after that I joined Obama's presidential campaign. What about you?"
"I graduated from military school and went into the army. I did a stint in Iraq. I broke my leg when I parachuted out of the plane and got sent home," Tristan said as he and Rory walked down the sidewalk. "So, are you still on his campaign team?"
Rory nodded. "Yeah, I am. I just came home while the New Hampshire Caucus was being held," she explained.
Tristan smiled. "That's awesome. I always knew you'd do something big with your life," he said.
Rory rolled her eyes and laughed. "You did not."
"Yeah, Mary, I did," he said. A car rolled up. He looked at Rory and sighed. "I'll see you Rory Gilmore," he said, getting into the car.
