The Best of You – Chapter One

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Rory opened her eyes slowly, the sun filtering in through the satin drapes. Sitting up, she held the thin sheet tightly, covering her naked body. Suppressing a yawn, she looked around the massive room seemingly confused. For a moment, she was confused as to where she was or how she got there. Turning her head, her blue eyes settled on his sleeping form and realization quickly settled. Nervously and cautiously, she stepped off of the king sized bed, making sure that the sheet was still tightly wrapped around her petite body. She tiptoed to the bathroom and washed her face with ice-cold water, waking her up and making her more focused. Wiping her face with a towel, she walked back into the bedroom and silently started collecting her discarded clothes.

Rory dressed quickly, her eyes never leaving his sleeping form. "It was a mistake," she whispered to herself convincingly. After she was dressed, Rory picked up her purse and made her way to the door. However, as her hand reached for the brass doorknob her stomach flipped, sending shivers down her spine. Turning her head to where he laid, she inhaled quickly before walking back to his direction. Standing over him, she felt her hands shake and legs quiver. Bending down, she kissed his forehead very softly, not wanting to wake him. "Thank you for making last night so memorable," she whispered, ever so gently in his ear.

And with that, she was gone.

-

Tears fell from her sad eyes, and she fought hard to prevent more from coming. She watched the road carefully; her breathing irregular as sobs wracked her tiny body. "I'm so stupid," she murmured to herself softly.

Stopping at a red light, Rory watched and waited for the light to turn green. She was emotionally and physically exhausted and wished nothing more to go to sleep. She wanted to forget last night, pretend as if it never happened. She wanted to erase it from her mind. But no matter how many times or how hard she wished, her mind could only think about one thing… one event... one mistake. Fresh tears formed, clouding her vision slightly. The light had turned green and she pressed the gas pedal hard, overtaking cars and switching lanes, thinking that it would get her home faster.

"Why do I even have to go to this stupid party anyway?" Rory mumbled, looking down at the black dress hugging her body's every curve.

"It's your fault kiddo, now hold still or bleed profusely," Lorelai muttered, concentrating on finishing the dress.

"How is it my fault?" Rory questioned, throwing her arms up from frustration. "Ow!"

"Hold still," Lorelai repeated, "You promised your grandma that you would."

"But- but... that was months ago... I thought she would have forgotten."

Lorelai stopped sewing and glared at her daughter, "We're talking about Emily Gilmore here..."

Rory sighed, "Yeah yeah yeah, she never forgets. Are you almost done?"

"Done," Lorelai grinned, turning her daughter around. "Very nice... I'm going to have to borrow the dress sometime."

"You always do."

Lorelai grinned, "Cheer up," she replied, catching her daughter's depressed face, "At least there'll be some eye candy and good food."

"Eye candy? Let me guess, you got that term from a message board."

"How'd you know?"

"I have psychic abilities."

"Ooh, probably genetic. You probably got those psychic abilities from me."

Rory laughed, "Okay, what am I thinking right now?"

Lorelai examined her daughter's face, her right index finger on her chin. "You're thinking of..."

"Of?" Rory smirked slightly.

"Of... uhh... pretty little butterflies."

Rory laughed, hugging her mom tightly. "Thanks for cheering me up," she replied.

"You should go you wouldn't want to be late."

"I guess... thanks for letting me take the jeep."

"I figured you'd need a car so you can escape when no one's looking."

Rory nodded.

"And stop pouting! Who knows, you might have fun."

"I highly doubt that," Rory sighed, grabbing her purse.

-

She drove at a slower pace now, her breathing was normal once more and she was calm. She arrived at Stars Hollow... and realized that if she were to go home, her mom would ask questions, and she wasn't so sure if she wanted to answer them yet. Rory parked near the hardware store and hurried inside.

"Hey Luke," Rory struggled to put a smile to her face.

"What'dya want?"

"Coffee please," Rory took a seat at a table closest to her.

Luke poured her a cup, along with a giant donut. "On the house, you look like you have a lot on your mind."

"You could say that," she mumbled, taking a long sip of the hot liquid. "Has my mom come in yet?"

Luke raised the coffee pot, "It's still full."

Rory cracked a genuine smile.

"Besides, shouldn't you know that?"

"Know what?" the donut was now half gone.

"Whether or not she came in here or not... you live with her."

"Oh that... oh well last night I went to a party in Hartford and it was uh... too late for me to drive back here so I spent the night at my grandparent's house instead."

Luke nodded before walking away to take an order.

"Liar," a male voice whispered, taking a seat across from her.

"Excuse me?"

"Liar," he repeated, stealing her half eaten donut.

"Hey!" Rory slapped his shoulder playfully before taking back her donut, "Your uncle owns this place... it's not that hard for you to get your own donut you know," she glared.

Jess shrugged, "Depriving food from one of the Gilmore women is more fun."

"No one can do such a thing."

"Speaking of the Gilmore women, where's the other one?"

"Probably running around the house looking for these shoes," Rory replied, showing him the black stiletto heels she was wearing.

"Wanna tell me the real reason why you spent the night at Hartford?"

"Nope."

"I'll find out eventually," Jess countered.

"You, my friend, already know so let's drop it," she replied indignantly.

"Mini-me!"

Rory looked up to the sound of her mother's voice. Laughing softly, she greeted her mom with a long hug.

"Whoa, what's with the greeting? Not that I didn't like it... don't get me wrong I loved it but why?"

"I just missed you."

Lorelai grinned, "Hah... I should make you spend the night at my parents more often."

Rory grinned back, fighting off the uneasiness settling in her stomach.

"So tell me... is the NSync poster still up?"

-

He stirred in his bed, opening his eyes not because he wanted to, but because he had to. Remembering the previous night, he grinned and turned his head to the other side of the bed. Disappointment was written all over his face as he discovered the other side empty. Her fragrance still lingered, and he couldn't help but close his eyes at the memory of her. The girl of his dreams. The girl he had been longing forever since he had laid his eyes on her.

Stifling a yawn, he walked to the bathroom where he washed his face thoroughly, waking him up. Putting his boxers on, he threw on his robe before running downstairs.

"Maria."

The elderly woman turned to see the person who had become like a son to her. "Mr. DuGrey."

"Did you happen to see a brunette, with big blue eyes leave the house? Perhaps early in the morning."

After much thought, Maria nodded her head. "Yes, she left around 7:30 in the morning. A very pretty woman indeed."

Tristan nodded numbly, before retreating back to his bedroom. Once inside, he searched for his black dress pants, looking for his mobile phone. Finding the tiny silver phone, he dialled the number and waited nervously, fidgeting with his robe.

"Hello?" she sounded frustrated, anxious and nervous all at the same time.

"Why'd you leave?" the words flew past his mouth before he could even comprehend them.

"Pardon?" the anxiety and frustration in her voice disappeared, there was only nervousness.

"We need to talk Rory," Tristan replied slowly.

"Um… I can't talk right now. I… I have to go."

Tristan closed his eyes as the dial tone filled his ears. Anger and disappointment filled him as he threw his cell phone across the room, he watched it shatter into pieces but he didn't care. Taking a seat at the corner of the bed, he ran his hands through his blonde hair… he didn't know what to do.

"Monday will sure be interesting," he muttered before heading to the bathroom to take a shower.

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AN: Hello my friends! Well… here is a new story for you guys. I hope you like it so far and please review. I'd love to hear what you guys think so far. Also, before anyone asks… my two other stories on here are officially on hiatus. I just do not have the desire and I have major writer's block. Hopefully, I'll get over the writer's block and finish them off. ) Once again, review and get a cookie! Mmm.

- MzFreak