Disclaimer-I do not own Gilmore Girls, that privilege belongs to Amy Sherman Palladino. I know everyone says this but it's true, I wish i owned Tristan:) I also don't own A Walk to Remember by Nicholas Sparks but I do recommend the book to those who haven't read it. Its a tearjerker!
Rory carefully dog-eared the page of her newest
book and set it down on the small bench beside her. February.
Many would have thought that the cold would have bothered her as she sat
outside in her mandatory blue skirt and black pea coat, but actually
she welcomed the cold it helped her get her mind off of certain upcoming
events. It would soon be Valentine's Day and she was all alone.
The town of Stars Hollow, being as festive as they
were had the town simply plastered in pink and red decorations, with
the exception of the diner of course. Luke said the town looked like
a pepto bismol factory exploded and though she didn't voice her opinion
Rory agreed wholeheartedly with him. Her mother had started casually
dating once again but was very careful not to get too close to anyone.
Jess was wrapped around the new blonde who "kept him warm" as he said.
Lane had Henry.....well with the help of Rory, Lane had Henry, and
Dean, well they were yet to make amends and Rory was quickly losing hope.
Of course, the rest of the town was content with their odd matches.
Miss Patty had another boyfriend he was only 25 this time. Their
neighbors Babette and Morey were living in their own world of lawn gnomes,
sing alongs and new kittens. So it came to be that the only two people
in Stars Hollow free for Valentine's Day were Rory and Luke.
Rory sighed as the bus that would take her to Chilton
or the gates of hell as it was fondly referred to by her mother pulled
up to the curb and opened its doors with a whoosh. Grabbing her book
and heaving the heavy book bag onto her shoulders, Rory pulled herself
up the stairs and flopped down into her regular seat. She could tell,
that this was going to be a bad day.
Fourty Five minutes later, Rory was entering
Chilton prep nose buried as was customary into her newest book A
Walk to Remember by Nicholas Sparks. When she first heard about it,
she couldn't imagine herself ever reading it but curiosity got the better
of her and now she found herself completely enthralled in the tale of a
bittersweet teenage romance. The crowd of students seemed to part
for her, all except for one stubborn body whom she ran right into.
Her book fell to the floor and as she was bending down to get it she saw
a familiar hand on her arm and another one reach down to get the book "couldn't
have you flashing the entire student body now could we Mary?" the voice
taunted and even before looking up she could see the smirk on the handsome
face of Tristan Dugrey. She snatched the book back quickly before
he had the chance to hold it out of her reach and responded in kind " that
would be kind of hard to do considering everyone here, except for those
who like to make fun of me don't even notice I exist." In that moment with
Rory Gilmore looking up at him eyes blazing with anger he knew she was
right. She didn't stand out but she didn't blend in completely
either she was just......there. Her existence meaning nothing
to anyone but him. Quickly changing the subject he asked "So Mary,
can I walk you to your locker? I mean, I wouldn't want you to get lost
or anything." She glared at him heatedly "considering I'm incompetent and
not capable of finding my way to the locker I've had all year and besides,
with everyone excluding me of course having those tacky hearts on their
lockers it would be so easy to confuse mine with everyone else's."
Like Stars Hollow, Chilton took great pride in their Valentine traditions,
there was the dance that was going to be on Valentine's Day and the yearly
"Wear your heart on your locker" week. Pink and red hearts, depending
on preference, were decorated with glitter, marker and every other
decorating tool known to man and taped to the front of locker doors.
On these hearts the proclamation of the Valentine of the owner of the locker
would be written in big bold letters and of all the students at Chilton,
Rory's was the only locker bare. Even Paris which had been a BIG
surprise had the name of a classmate of theirs written proudly on her heart
and Tristan being Tristan and a male had exactly 50 miniature hearts on
his locker one for each of his conquests so far that year. Rory was
disgusted. She pushed her way past him and continued down the corridor.
Tristan didn't make a move to follow her knowing it would only make her
more angry. He stared at her quickly retreating form and decided
this Valentine's Day he would make her feel special, and maybe it would
be just enough to convince her he wasn't the conceited jerk he appeared
to be.
Tristan whistled happily as he threw open the gates
of hell and let the crisp air hit him. He was feeling alive.
Spotting the group of girls hanging around his new sports car he ceased
his whistling, he had to stop this or Rory would solidify her thoughts
of him. Jogging over, he told the girls as suavely as he could that
he was seeing someone from another school and that if she ever saw him
with all the girls following him he would be in the doghouse. The
girls whined and cajoled as he hopped into the car, gave a curt nod and
screeched out of the parking lot. He loosened his tie, unbuttoned
a couple of the top buttons and resumed his whistling this was going to
be perfect. He pulled into the horseshoe driveway, directly in front
of the gaudy fountain that his mother had picked out when the house was
built, he shook his head and grabbed his schoolbag from the passengers
seat. This was his life, his world and he figured he might as well get
used to it considering that someday when the old man was six feet under
this would be all his, but he didn't want it. He wanted a life, wanted
to go to Harvard with Rory not Princeton with "the future millionaires
of the world" he could get anything material he wanted, but any hopes
or dreams he had were quickly dashed by his overbearing father. The
door to the four storey gray mansion slowly creaked open and his younger
sister Isabelle flung herself out at his legs, she latched on hugging him
with all her might and Tristan laughed "Hello squirt! how was your day?"
"Oh Tristan! I had so much fun! our play group went to the zoo and I saw
a Hippo.....hippo" "Hippopotamus?" Tristan offered "YEA!" she squealed
he chuckled again and shrugged his book bag onto his shoulders "come Josephine,
you want to go flying?" she giggled and reached her small arms up to him.
He swooped down and swung her up into his arms. She squealed louder
this time and a maid came running to the door to see what was causing the
commotion she smiled when Tristan yelled "SUPER ISABELLE!" and ran into
the house and up the stairs. Shutting the door quietly she sighed,
at least they had each other.
Rory leaned her head against the cool pane of glass
and watched the outside world fly by. She felt herself being lulled
to sleep but jumped fully awake again, she could've sworn she saw a pair
of bright blue eyes flash in front of her own. She heard his
voice echo in her mind 'mary, mary, mary, mary' in all honesty she had
come to think of it as more of a pet name then an insult and it kind of
made her feel special just like the way she could feel his eyes casually
roam over her body when he was suppose to be listening in class made her
feel warm inside. 'NO RORY!' she shook her head ' you cannot under
any circumstances like him! he's a jerk, the bane of your existence and
a complete Don Juan! oh but those eyes, and his tousled hair and the way
he runs he tongue over his lips looking so damn good!' she groaned in frustration.
ever since that kiss a madeline's party there was no denying that she was
attracted to him, they shared a secret and that made him so much more desirable.
The bus screeched to a stop, jolting Rory out of her reverie. She
looked out the window and was surprised to find that they had arrived back
in Stars Hollow. A few minutes later Rory was at he house brewing
a pot of coffee, she changed into a pair of flannel pajama bottoms and
a long sleeve T-shirt, she sighed contentedly it was good to be home.
She sat down with her coffee and a danish bought at one of Luke's recent
danish days, her mother must have overlooked it 'oh well' she thought 'her
loss' she began sifting through the mail that had been thrown haphazardly
across the table and saw a bright fluorescent pink piece of paper fall
to the floor. Bending down to pick it up she saw a note scribbled
across the expanse.
Hey Babe,
Michel decided to "forget" to tell me about a convention
in Florida. GO FIGURE! so that's where i am hahahahaha your stuck in the
cooolllldddd! anyway, i'm going to be gone all week but I know you'll be
ok if you have any trouble you have a whole town at your beck and call!
Sookie should be bringing the jeep to you tonight so feel free to drive
yourself to school just remember gas money is outta your pocket! if you
need me call.
Love ya sweetheart!
mom
P.s-Happy Valentines day! OH! and don't do anything I
wouldn't do like going swimming naked in the lake!
Rory had to laugh despite her rotten mood. She was
all alone on the one week she didn't think she could stay alone.
Tristan rubbed a tired hand across his face.
After he had gotten home and played a rousing game of pilot with Isabelle
he had set right to work on homework and had only finished now. He
put Isabelle to bed and powered up his laptop another "sorry Tristan but
we're going away for awhile present" his parents just didn't get it! neither
he or Isabelle wanted gifts they wanted their parents. He knew that
his father would say it blasphemous for a Dugrey to actually go OUT to
shop so Tristan decided to do his shopping online. He closed his
eyes and pictured Rory, from her saddle shoes all the way up to her
chestnut hair and without thinking typed in the web site that would lead
him to her perfect gift. Valentine's Day rolled around and when Tristan
whacked his alarm clock off when it rang at 5:30 AM he realized he was
a nervous wreck. The gift had come the night before and everything
was perfect, after much debate as to what to put on the small and simple
card Tristan decided to put "To Rory" because if right away she knew it
was from him she would give it back to him professing her love for that
giant oaf of a boyfriend. He didn't think his heart could take it.
Looking at the clock again Tristan gasped seeing it was almost six o'clock
he had spent almost a half an hour in inner turmoil. He ran to his
luxurious and private bathroom, hopping in and out of the shower
in record time. He threw on his uniform grabbed the present and dashed
out of his bedroom stopping only once to creep into his sisters room and
lay a feather light kiss to her forehead. taking the stairs two at
a time he gulped down a cup of coffee with a quick refusal of food,
if he were to eat anything the butterflies in his stomach the size of bats
would make sure it didn't stay down there long. He started his car
and left with his infamous squeal of tires. The game plan get in
and out as quickly as possible. He had asked Mr. Medina for
the keys to his classroom and albeit reluctantly the student's favorite
teacher agreed and promised his silence. Pulling into his parking
space Tristan flung the door open and slammed it shut already running towards
the building it was kind of exhilarating actually he felt like James Bond
on a secret mission objective-to get the girl. Placing the unwrapped
gift gently onto her desk he placed a kiss to his finger tips and transferred
it onto the smooth surface. This was it, it had to be. Taking
one last glance back Tristan ran out the door shutting it quietly behind
him and dropped the keys in Mr. Medina's mail box. Hopping back into
his car he let out a sigh of relief "end phase one" he said quietly into
his watch he did that often acted exactly how HE wanted to when no one
was looking of course and for once since he got his license he drove quietly
out of the lot.
Rory had taken her time getting out of bed this
morning since she was going to drive herself, there was no rush and
she entered Chilton feeling refreshed at the change in her morning,.
She looked around and thought she was going to puke. Rory Gilmore
did believe in love but this was ridiculous. Leaning against almost
every second locker was a pair of sweethearts locked in a heated embrace
and as luck would have it, Rory's was one of those second lockers.
A few pokes and "excuse me's" later the couple had moved away leaving Rory
to get ready for first period. She walked slowly and ended making
it to Mr. Medina's class a few minutes before the first bell, they had
resolved a lot of things in the months since school had started and
she felt comfortable in his presence again. She turned the corner
into the classroom and saw a group of girls gathered around her desk oohing
and ahhhing over something, apprehension gripped at her chest tightly 'another
prank' she thought as her spirits sunk 'why couldn't everyone just leave
her alone?' she pushed past the circle and stopped short when she saw what
all the fuss was about. There on her desk was a leather bound copy
of the complete works of Jane Austen, her favorite author. The cover
was a dark blue and the letters were a beautiful gold, the pages were guilded
and they shone in the morning light, the book was about 4 inches
thick and it must have cost a fortune. To complete it a long stemmed
red rose was held in place by a creamy white ribbon and the card simply
said "To Rory." She was overwhelmed and had to tear her eyes away when
her curiosity got the better of her and she scanned the room looking for
the person who did this. Just as the last bell rang a disheveled
Tristan strutted into class proudly and Rory automatically smiled at him,
this was the best day ever.
Tristan ran into class in the nick of time.
After completing his mission he went home to drive Isabelle to her play
group and got sidetracked with one of her animated tales. When he
stepped through the threshold he was immediately greeted with the sight
of Rory's beautiful smile and he felt compelled to smile too. She
like the gift. No, she loved the gift and what made her happy made him
happy. He was going to talk to her after class.
Rory nearly skipped to her locker after English
class. She couldn't wait till lunch time when she could start
to read her book. Out of the corner of her eye she saw Tristan approach
her 'what the heck?' she thought and she turned and gave him a full fledged
smile. "My my Mary aren't we chipper this morning" she only grinned
wider "you know what Tristan, there is no way anything could ruin my day.
Not even the Mary remark." "Oh and what pre tell has made you so happy
on this the sappiest of all days?" "this" she breathed carefully pulling
her book out of her book bag "wow" he said with a smile "can I see?" 'no
harm in that' she thought and passed the book over to him. He feigned
wonderment as he inspected the book and asked nonchalantly "so, who's it
from?" her smile lessened a bit and she replied "that's the problem, I
mean Its the best thing anyone has ever given me and I have an idea
of who its from but its weird......." she trailed off and Tristan looked
at her with a raised eyebrow "what's weird?" and then with twinkling eyes
she delivered the final blow to his heart "I never told Dean who my favorite
author was, I guess this was just boyfriend intuition and his way of saying
sorry." Tristan's eyes moved downward and he was sure he would see his
heart on the floor by her feet, so this was it, his final try and he failed,
as usual, the one girl that he TRULY cared for still loved her boyfriend.
As he valiantly tried to fight tears he looked up into her shining eyes
and shoved the book back at her, harder then necessary. "well congratulations
Rory, I wish I could say I was happy for you but I can't because he doesn't
deserve you. Hope it works out this time" with that Tristan Dugrey
jogged down the halls and out of her life.
He was skipping school, but he didn't care.
He pushed his newest mix into his custom cd player built just for him into
the car that his parents had just bought him. The CD he was now listening
to was for when he was mad at his parents, at himself or at the world
and this was definitely one of those times. He drove at least 30
mph over the speed limit and swerved dangerously into the spot where he
would always come to listen to this CD. His car was parked close
to the edge of a cliff over looking a large lake, it really
was beautiful but Tristan didn't like it for what it looked like only what
it could offer in seclusion. He reached over and spun the volume
button up to the highest notch and he felt the heavy base vibrate the car
his ears were pounding and he was seething. Suddenly he felt the
urge to scream in frustration, in agony and in sadness so he gave into
that urge and hammered his hand on his steering wheel hard "DAMN IT!" he
thundered drowning out the music. He could take it when his parents
went away and didn't call for weeks at a time, he could take it when he
was alone or when his parents were screaming at him for no reason but the
two things he couldn't take was seeing his sister cry and being denied
the only thing he ever wanted. He got out of the car and slammed
the door as hard as he could and the windows shook. Walking over
to the edge he pulled out his thick black italian leather wallet and reached
inside. Behind his picture of his sister was a smaller photo removed
from last year's yearbook, Rory Gilmore, she was special. He
knew that when he found the right girl, the perfect one for him she would
be the one he wanted to take to meet his sister and Rory was that girl.
They would have gotten along perfectly. But now there was no way
he could deny it any longer she would never feel the same way about him
as he felt about her. Tears fell freely from behind his closed lids
as he took the fragile picture of his Mary in his hands and savagely tore
it apart setting the pieces free into the wind.
She knew it was still the morning and she knew
she shouldn't be leaving the school, but she also knew two other things:
Dean wasn't the one who gave her the book, and there was something
definitely up with Tristan Degree. She slid into the drivers seat
of the jeep and headed towards Stars Hollow. She had some thinking
to do. It was the longest drive of her life and she was never more
relieved to see the tell tale signs of her town. Pulling into the
small Driveway in front of her house she slowly got out of the car and
walked inside, she dropped her things in a heap next to the door but still
clutched the very mysterious book tightly to her chest. Dropping
heavily onto her bed she turned the book over and over feeling the smoothness
of the cover and the slight dips that marked where a letter was, the rose
was still tucked into the pages and Rory pulled it out smelling its sweet
fragrance whoever had given her this wonderful gift had put a lot of time
and consideration into it, they had removed all the thorns from the
rose, knew that a rose was her favorite and that she loved Jane Austen.
It was remarkable. Where she had opened the book to remove the rose
the ribbon and tag fell out too. She fingered the small card and
looked at the gently curving writing on it, no one had ever made her name
look so good. She caught a small scent on the card and brought it
closer to her nose, she knew that smell it was clean and sweet and smelled
just like.........TRISTAN! she sat straight up and knew she had made a
mistake, she had to find him. She dashed out the door forgetting
her coat and jumped into the jeep, she drove recklessly and slammed on
the breaks hard when she saw a familiar car and figure. Pulling quickly
into the small space beside the expensive vehicle she vaulted out and ran
to the figure. "Tristan?" she questioned reaching for him, he spun
around catching her off guard his cold eyes frightened her. "What
are you doing here Rory? I would have thought you too well behaved to skip
school and I would have expected you to be with Dean" his voice mocked
the taller boy and Rory took a step forward "why did you give me the book
Tristan? Please tell me the truth" Tristan sighed dejectedly and looked
her in the eyes shaking his head he threw up his arms "I don't know Rory!
Call me crazy but I just.... I just wanted to make you feel special! but
it wasn't just for you, oh no I had my selfish reasons for doing it.
Lets face it, my memories suck! my parents don't love my sister or I and
I thought maybe that if I did something, even if you didn't know it was
me and I made you smile I would remember that for the rest of my life!"
When his outburst was finished he was out of breath and Rory could only
utter a meek "oh" "Yea Rory that's my reasons, because like it or not I
have feelings for you and they aren't going to go away." She felt a click
in her brain as it all came together, that's what those feelings meant
she cared about Tristan. Throwing caution to the wind she leaned
in and kissed him, it was a kiss as sweet as the one they shared on the
piano bench. they pulled apart at the same time and he laid his forehead
on hers "you're not running away" he observed "or crying" seeing her watery
eyes he said "maybe not" she managed a chuckle and reassured him "this
time, I'm not going anywhere." He noticed her shivering and opened his
coat, pulling her into his arms he whispered to her "hey Mary, do
you want to meet my sister?"
A/N-Well there it was! what did you think? please leave
a review, it would make me VERRRRYYYY happy!
REVIEW!!!!
I live in Canada and our Gilmore Girl episodes are behind
by 5 so if any details are lacking SORRY! and this is directed to all the
Trories I just saw Jess last night and personally I don't like him (no
offense to Jess fans) although I did laugh when Luke pushed him into the
lake LOL! but seriously folks KEEP THE TRORY PRIDE ALIVE!!!!! don't join
the dark side! there just using him to take Tristan's place as resident
bad boy! ok enough of my ramblings. review!!!!