RORY AND TRISTAN
CHAPTER ONE: YALE, MET RORY GILMORE.
This fanfic takes place when Rory Gilmore starts her first year at Yale (Season Four).
Rory Gilmore walked in her first college class. She was as nervous as it was humanly possible to be. She was looking for a opening spot, hoping that one in the first row was still available, when someone bumped into her. All of her books fell at her feet. Without even glancing at the person who caused the incident, Rory bend over and gathered her books.
" Mary." Rory heard over her while she was still on her knees. She immediately recognized that snotty little tone.
Books in hands, Rory faced a dirty blonde boy of her history. One that she hadn't think about for a very long time.
" Tristan. Hi." She simply said. She remembered the last time she saw him. His father had decided to pull him out of Chilton and enrolled him in a Military School in North Carolina. She remembered him wanting to kiss her goodbye.
" Fancy running into you here." He smiled they way that he used to when they were at Chilton. That snobby smile of his. She hated that smile as it was the one stuck on his face when he was teasing her.
" Are-are you coming here? To Yale? " Rory mumbled.
" Well, yeah." He quickly answered. " Turned out, Military school was good for me. Never had better grades."
Rory sighed. " And you are taking this class? "
" I wasn't sure about it before, but I think I'll definitely stick around now. " Tristan responded before leaving Rory speechless and still hanging between desks. " See you later, Mary."
Tristan DuGrey. She couldn't believe that the young lazy playful and irresponsible guy that she met years ago at Chilton had been accepted to Yale. Back he was all about pranks and flirting and none about studying and homework. She waited for her first day of college since she could walk. She had lovely memories of her and her mother, Lorelai, talking about how would be the classes, the teachers and the other students. She hoped for this day basically all of her life and now it was going to be spoiled by Tristan DuGrey. She sat as far as she could from him and tried to avoid making eye-contact with him which was particularly hard since the young man was practically staring at her. Felt just like she was back in High School.
Rory Gilmore was glad that her first day at Yale was over. She went back to her dorm room. Although she had spend the night last night, her roommate hadn't arrive yet. She should be here by now though. She took out her set of keys from her brown leather backpack. As she was about to turn the doorknob, she heard a voice coming out of her room. She fixed her light blue top and opened the door.
" Rory! Finally..! " Shouted a too much known of Rory blonde haired girl. " We have a tone of things to talk about! "
The young woman never thought that she would find Paris Geller hanging around posters in her dorm room at Yale.
" Paris. You are my roommate? How did this happen anyways? " Rory asked while dropping her books on her bed.
" I requested you as my roommate." Paris explained as she was pushing Rory's clothes out of the closet. " I'm going to need that bed. " She said, pointing Rory's bed by the window.
Rory was stunted by Paris' presence in her room. She didn't even know that she was coming to Yale. She knew that her Harvard dream had been crushed last spring when she was not accepted to the prestigious university, but Paris never mention wanting to go to Yale.
" Paris, stop." Said Rory to Paris although she was pretty sure she was going to be ignored. " Paris, stop." She repeated.
" Rory. We need to organize this place." Paris explained, still moving everything Rory owned to the other side of their dorm.
" You can't just move all of my stuff, Paris." Rory signed. " You know what you can have this bed if it matter that much to you." She slowly said, siting on her newly assign bed.
" Great." Paris put her hands on her hips. She had cut her long blonde hair during the summer. Her locks were now barely touching her shoulders. Rory wonder what else changed over the last three months that she wasn't aware of.
" You know that we are going to have to talk about that weird poster of yours. It's breaking the balance of the entire place." Paris shouted.
" It's a band poster. How can it break anything, nothing even match here." Declared, Rory. She felt she was getting one hell of an headache.
" But..." Started Paris.
" You know, what? Just throw the poster out, Paris." Rory got off the bed and ran to the hallway. She sat down and crossed her legs. The generic gray carpet of the hallway was tickling her bare legs.
Rory took her cellphone out of her pant's pocket. She quickly dialed the number if the one person she knew would understand.
She nervously waited for an answer. Finally, the person she was hoping for picked up her phone.
" Mom.." Slowly started Rory, has she was about to break down.
