Road Trip
Disclaimer: I don't own anything except the plot and the characters that you don't recognize from the show.
Summary: Rory and Tristan are paired up for a class trip. A truce is formed, and a friendship is created, but what happens when chemistry starts brewing, and denial runs its course?
Rating:PG13
A/N: This is my first fanfic ever, feedback would be greatly appreciated.
Chapter 1
Rory rummaged through her locker for her books that she would need for that afternoon.
"Hello, Mary." Tristan said as he leaned against a neighboring locker.
"Go away, Tristan."
"My, my, where are our manners today?"
"Why couldn't your parents keep you in military school?"
"I was on good behavior and I just couldn't stand being apart from my Mary."
"Whatever. Leave me alone." And with that Rory walked off, but Tristan followed her and slung his arm over her shoulder.
"Why are you following me?" she asked as she shrugged off his arm, only to find it over her shoulders again two seconds later.
"What makes you think I'm following you?"
"Well for starters I told you to leave me alone and when I walked off you came with me." She said shrugging of his arm again.
The bell rang.
"I have the same class as you."
"Oh."
"Great, isn't it?"
"No."
They entered the class. Rory sat up near the front so that she could hear the teacher better and take good notes, Tristan usually sat at the back with his friends, but he wanted to sit with Rory so he climbed into the seat next to her.
"Ugh, why can't you sit somewhere else?"
"Because I want to sit with you."
"Well I don't want you sitting with me."
"Why? Will I make you lose your concentration?" Edging closer to her, sending shiver down her spine. 'Why does he have to be so close' she thought.
"How is it that you can always manage to twist things around so that they're in your favor? Go annoy somebody else."
"Is that a yes?"
"NO!"
"Mr. DuGrey and Miss Gilmore would you care to share your discussion with the rest of the class?" Mr. Callaway asked, class had started.
"Ummm, no. Sorry, sir." Rory blushed.
Tristan just smirked.
"Well then I would like to get started with class."
Mr. Callaway turned back to the rest of the class.
"Well we have a new assignment where we will be going away on a class trip for a few days, part of it will take place during the weekend and you must get your teachers to sign this allowing you permission to be excused from class for a few days." the teacher said handing out a small booklet, "and of course you will need your parents' permission. In this booklet is a list of the things you will need to bring, and the sections of the assignment which will be due a week after the trip. You will be paired off into groups of four, in which you will complete the assignment with and stay with during the trip. Yes, you can pick a partner, but the two of you will randomly be paired off with another two."
Rory looked around the class, and Paris caught her eye, the two had recently decided to be friends, they both nodded to each other, agreeing to be partners.
Tristan knew that the chances of Rory agreeing to be his partner would be like the chances of seeing a pig fly, so he saved himself the trouble and paired up with his friend Kyle, praying to God that they would be paired up with Rory and her partner.
Mr. Callaway continued, "Could you please write down your partner and your name on a piece of paper and hand them up front."
Everyone did as they were told.
Rory was praying that she and Paris would not be paired up with Tristan.
Seeing the expression on Rory's face, Tristan leaned in and whispered in her ear, "Are you really that scared that you won't get paired up with me? I mean, if I knew you wanted me so bad I would have just asked you to be my partner in the first."
Trying to ignore the tingling sensation she got, she said, "You're impossible!"
"Thank you." It took a lot of strength to keep him from just kissing her right now, being so close.
"That wasn't a compliment."
"Well it was to me."
Rory just sighed and shook her head.
Mr. Callaway, along with everyone else in the school, was very aware of the relationship between Rory and Tristan, or whatever you would call it, and he'd thought that since this school was lacking a bit of drama, he'd spice things up a little bit.
"So the groups are as follows, Ally and Christy with David and Todd, Haley and Maria with Josh and Chris, Madeline and Louise with Steve and Alex, Rory and Paris with Tristan and Kyle..."
Rory and Paris groaned. Kyle and Tristan just smirked. For once, Rory and Paris had the same thought, Kyle isn't that bad, but five days with Tristan is going to be a living hell.
Mr. Callaway finished with the groups and started explaining the assignment. "Now this trip is more like a road trip," 'Great, I'm going to be stuck in a car with Tristan and Paris for days.' "The directions are included in the booklet. You will make numerous stops at different places which are also listed. You will have to learn to interact with the people in your group whether you like it or not. I advise you to keep notes on everything because when you come back you will have to write an essay about what you learned about each other, and what you learned about the places that you went to. It will be due one week after the trip. Don't even think about driving off somewhere else because you must check in at all locations, any questions? Great."
The rest of the class was spent discussing the details of the trip; then the bell rang.
Rory packed up her books and got out as quickly as she could, but not quick enough.
"So, you and me in a car for countless hours, just imagine the possibilities." Tristan smirked as he walked beside Rory.
"You better watch it Bible Boy because I'm telling you in advance that I will not be held responsible for my actions."
"I second that." Paris said as she joined them.
"Bible Boy?"
"Yes, Bible Boy. You call me Mary, so I call you Bible Boy."
"Making up nicknames for me already?"
"You are so infuriating!"
Paris watched the two bicker, this was going to be a long trip.
"No!" Lorelai gasped as she heard the news.
"Yes!"
"No!"
"Yes!"
"No!"
"Mom!"
"Ok! Ok! Aww, honey, I'm so sorry!"
"Can you just not sign the permission slip or make up some kinda of story about me being attacked by a hippo?"
"As much as I hate having to see you go on a road trip for five days with the Spawn of Satan, and as much as I would love to make up that story about you and the hippo, it is my duty as a responsible parent to make you go."
"Responsible parent?"
"Ya, just pretend I never said that, it just sounded good for a moment there."
"Ok."
"At a time like this, a girl needs coffee."
"Lukes?"
"Where else? It's not like the coffee machine, or any other of our appliances, are working. Remind me to get a new one; you know it's one of the things I just can't live without."
Tristan couldn't stop smiling. Five whole days with Rory Gilmore. Yes there would be Paris and Kyle, but he'd work something out with them. This was going to be so much fun.
"Ummm, ok. Stop smiling."
He turned around to find his older brother, Jason, giving him a weird look.
"What?" Tristan asked as Jason slipped into the seat next to him.
"You haven't stopped smiling since you came home. Was she really that good?"
"What are you talking about?"
"Well your flavor of the week..." giving him an isn't-it-obvious look, "was she really that good?"
"I don't have a flavor of the week."
"You can't be serious."
"I am. I have decided to stop dating girls like it's a game, they deserve some respect."
"What the hell?"
"I'm serious, I haven't slept with a girl since-" he was about to say since he met Rory, but decided not to mention this to his brother otherwise he would never hear the end of it, " -since a while ago."
Knowing Tristan for so long, he knew him better than anyone, and that there was more to it than that. "So who is she then?"
"What?"
"Well," giving him another isn't-it-obvious look, "it's obviously because you've got your eye on some other girl. Who is she?"
Tristan sighed, defeated, "Her name's Rory Gilmore, she's unlike anyone I've ever met, but she won't go out with me because she hates me."
"Gilmore, huh? Mom and Dad would be happy with that. She must be pretty amazing to have this kind of effect on you, not the mention and pretty smart for not going out with you, but it still doesn't explain why you're smiling. Oh wait, I see, it has something to do with her, doesn't it?"
"You know me very well, too well in fact."
"I know, it's scary. So what happened? Or what's going to happen?"
"Well you see, there's this five day class road trip and she's in my group, of course there's still two other people, but that's ok. Can you believe it? Five whole days with Rory Gilmore."
"Uh huh, a road trip with the girl of your dreams, so you can't stop smiling."
"Mmm hmm," Tristan replied dreamily before noticing Jason shaking his head, "What?"
"You're a lovesick puppy."
"No I'm not." Secretly knowing that in fact he was.
"Yes you are."
"Did you just call me a puppy?"
"A lovesick puppy. Which kinda makes it worse."
"Don't ever call me a puppy again."
"Puppy." Jason teased as he dodged a hit from Tristan.
"Morning Mary." Tristan greeted while leaning against a neighboring locker, he'd found himself doing this a lot lately.
"Hi Tristan."
"Did you just say hi to me?"
"Yes, I did."
"No 'go away Tristan' or 'leave me alone'? You actually say 'Hi, Tristan'?"
"Look, we're going to be on a road trip for five days. If we both want to have our heads by the end of this trip we should agree to be civil to each other. I want to get a good grade on this assignment."
"Ummm, ya, sure." 'Oh my God! Does this mean she doesn't hate me?'
There was an awkward silence, they just stared at each other.
'God she's beautiful. If only I could just kiss her right now...' Tristan thought.
'He looks kinda cute, those eyes are amazing... wait- what? This is Tristan! Evil Tristan! Even though we are now being civil to each other it doesn't change the fact that he is the Spawn of Satan! But those shoulders look so nice and broad- stop!' Rory thought.
Then the bell rang. Snapping them both out of their trance.
"Ahh, I better get to class."
"Umm, ya, same. I'll see you later."
"Ya, bye."