I love Gilmore Girls a lot, and wish it hadn't finished, but it has, so I shall continue sobbing. I do not own Gilmore Girls or any of it's characters, but I do own this fic. So read, and figure out for yourselves whether you like it or not.
Okay, I wrote this in like 20 minutes last night then spent 10 editing it today, so all in all, only half an hour's work, so don't be too excited. My first Gilmore Girls fic, and it should be pretty lighthearted, a fairly short, multi chaptered story. I'm not continuing without reviews, since I have no idea if anyone actually wants to read more. So enjoy, and make sure you review pretty please! :)
Chapter One - Game On
From the moment Tristan laid eyes on Rory Gilmore, he knew there was something different about her. He felt a sense of... confusion? He just couldn't explain what it was about her that drew himself to her like a moth to a flame. It was more than attraction, or her innocence, naivety, or her plain, subtle good looks, which compared to the girls he usually went for, she seemed like Virgin Mary. Hence the nickname he gave her.
At first it had started off as playful teasing, and Tristan trying to prove a point. But from the moment Rory rejected him, she no longer remained a deer caught in his headlights. Rory Gilmore then became a challenge. His own, personal goal to achieve. He was going to do whatever it took to win her over, but with his money, good looks, and witty sarcasm, he was sure that like all girls, Rory would soon be all over him. Or so he thought at first.
Rory seemed to not acknowledge the fact he was even alive, except to tell him to leave her alone every so often. But the stubborn Tristan wasn't used to not getting his own way, and refused to give up. He was like a tiger, running through the forest after its prey, and all of a sudden, everything else became irrelevant.
When he was asked questions in class, he would answer with things he knew would impress Rory, or if he looked back and saw no signs of her taking any notice, he'd answer with clever, witty, and mostly irrelevant responses. Little did he know, this simple game of his soon stopped being a mere challenge to see if he could get the girl, and became something much more.
Tristan Dugray really was falling for Rory Gilmore.
So when their history teacher paired them up for a project due in four weeks time, Rory was less than happy, whereas Tristan however, was the exact opposite. Four weeks were plenty of time for him to achieve his goal, and not just the academic one they were working on together. He felt that this was awfully ironic, and the thought of four weeks with Rory amused him. The game is on. He thought, smiling to himself as he caught the object of his affections, as well as confusion's cerulean eyes, wide in what at the time seemed like horror.
But the truth was, it wasn't just Tristan who spent too long pondering over Rory, but she herself was also quite surprised at the amount of time she spent thinking about the blonde she considered... or used to consider a jerk. Yes, the game was most definitely on, although little Rory still wasn't fully aware of her role in it....
Hmm, okay what did you think? I quite like it, and I think this might be one of the few stories I actually manage to finish. That is, if anyone actually wants me to write any more. So review please! And let me know what you liked or didn't like, so I can improve. Thankyou, LI out! x
