'Bugsy Malone'

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An instrumental rendition of 'Moon River' filled the room, swirling around Rory and Tristan. The band was amazing. The music felt like it had come to life, breathing air into what could have been considered just another stuffy prestigious social event. Everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves. Rory locked eyes with Tristan. His eyes reminded her of a clear lake; a perfect, light and unobstructed blue. She didn't think she'd ever noticed his eyes before. She'd never been able to get past his ego and 'bad boy' status.

"I'm dancing with Mary," Tristan shook his head, letting out an amused and disbelieving laugh. "I never thought this would happen." His eyes seemed to bore into Rory's, staring so intently that it almost seemed intimate. She had to resist the urge to look away. Her face was already starting to redden.

She never expected to see him here, dressed impeccably in an elegant navy blue suit which complimented his eyes perfectly. Unlike Logan, Tristan's suit made him look sophisticated in a way which there was no denying. He was still cocky, yet he seemed oddly mature now. He was sophisticated. He was a member of the Dugrey family; a prestigious family. He was attending an elegant event which he seemed to be at out of his own free will. Rory was impressed, there was no denying that. He had changed.

"I can't say I saw tonight going this way either," Rory quipped back, letting out a small laugh. She didn't know why, or how, but she was happy to be spinning around the dance floor with Tristan. His hand felt warm on her back and it made her feel giddy and nervous. She was actually like a child, but she liked it. She couldn't claim to know Tristan, but she felt like she knew him. She'd seen the sadness in his eyes the last time she saw him, the regret.

The song began to change to something more upbeat and Tristan gave her a mischievous smirk before pulling her closer. She let out a squeal of shock before laughing. His eyes glimmered with playfulness as they begun to dance. They spun and moved to the beat of a song she'd never heard but would always remember. Rory would also remember laughing. She laughed until her sides ached. But they were having fun. Rory caught her mother watching them with amusement. She knew she'd have to explain who he was later. She didn't think they'd ever met. Lorelai probably thought this strange, beautifully gorgeous boy was Logan Huntzberger.

Rory couldn't help but be surprised by this new Tristan. She didn't think they'd ever enjoyed each other's company as much as they were right now. They always seemed to be bickering back at Chilton. Now they were carefree. This was fun.

When the song started to end Tristan dipped Rory, startling her. A smile played on his lips. "Don't worry," He reassured, "I'll always catch you." Her heart fluttered at his cliché statement. He just chuckled and set her upright again. She opened her mouth to speak, but words eluded her.

"Ace," A voice called. Logan. He was by their side in seconds, appraising her outfit, "Lovely attire. Very Bugsy Malone." His voice was playful and light, but Rory detected the slightest bit of jealousy in his eyes and could smell a hint of alcohol on his breath.

"Hey, Logan," She replied, smiling, "This is Tristan."

"Tristan Dugrey," Rory was surprised when Tristan offered Logan his hand. He had definitely changed.

"Logan Huntzberger," Logan replied, a tight smile on his face, "So, how do you know Ace? Long lost cousins? Star-crossed lovers?"

Tristan smirked, "Definitely not cousins. I don't think that would be legal." He winked at Rory.

Logan's smile dropped a little and Rory felt the overwhelming desire to plough right into the ground and go all the way to China where she wouldn't have to be a part of this conversation. Logan was clearly intoxicated and she had no desire to see where this conversation was heading.

"We went to high school together," Rory volunteered to Logan. She didn't want any fights occurring tonight and she definitely didn't need any drama to ruin her grandparents evening. This was a happy, joyful time for them. Rory wanted it to stay that way.

"Ah, funny," Logan's words seemed slightly slurred, "You never mentioned Tristan. I thought you were still heartbroken over Dean."

Rory rolled her eyes, "Where's your date Logan? Shouldn't you be with her?"

"She's not my date. We're friends. Old family friends," He replied, taking a step closer, "I came here for you. I wanted to see you." His eyes were so sincere. Rory didn't know what she was supposed to do. She couldn't just leave Tristan alone, could she? But she liked Logan, so how could she not go with him?

She felt like she was being pulled in two different directions. Tristan and Logan were both watching her expectantly, waiting for her to say something. Her mind was blank. After a lifetime of having endless comebacks for anything her brain was now refusing to cooperate.

"Rory!" Her mother suddenly appeared, not paying any attention to either of the men standing with her, "Grandma wants some pictures with the wedding party." Her voice was filled with it's usually pep, and she walked with a bounce in her step. Rory had seen Lorelai and Luke dancing together. They seemed happy.

"Oh good," Rory sighed with relief. She didn't need any boy drama.

Lorelai glanced at Logan and Tristan, a smile forming on her face, "Hi, I'm Rory's Mother. One of you must be Logan…" Her eyes were glinted with amusement. Rory knew her mother was smart. She would have seen these boys with her daughter and immediately known what an awkward situation this was.

Logan nodded, "That's me, nice to meet you." He gave Lorelai a charming smile.

"And you are?" Lorelai questioned, looking at Tristan.

"Tristan Dugrey," He extended his hand politely, "I went to high school with Rory."

"Ah," Lorelai replied, amusement in her voice, "You're the boy with the biblical insults. It's great to finally meet the boy who tormented my daughter."

Rory let out a groan, "C'mon mum," She pulled on her arm, half dragging her away. When they were out of earshot Lorelai glanced at her daughter, a smirk on her face.

"Honey," Lorelai laughed, glancing back at Logan and Tristan, "Do you think it's possible that Logan and Tristan are long lost twins, separated at birth?"

Rory rolled her eyes, "They're completely different people Mum! And…Tristan is totally taller." Rory knew she sounded defensive, she just didn't know why. Were they really that alike? She doubted it. Their personalities were surely different.

"Aw, if you say so," Her mum laughed, throwing an arm around her daughter. "They definitely have the same taste in women though." Her eyes were shining. She was enjoying this.

"We're just friends." Rory replied sullenly. Jesus, she thought, what have I gotten myself into?

"Who will it be?" Lorelai asked, raising her eyebrows, "The slightly taller, blue-eyed, spoilt trust-fund kid, or the slightly shorter brown-eyed one?" She knew her mother was only joking, but suddenly she dreaded the thought of being given a choice. She doubted she'd ever see Tristan after tonight. She knew she'd see Logan though.

They reached the photographer and Emily and Richard hurriedly made them pose for photos. Rory had to keep reminding herself to smile. Focus on the camera, she repeated like a never-ending mantra in her head. She would not think of Logan or Tristan, and she would avoid both for the rest of the night.

Chapter 2; done! Yay! I hope you all enjoyed it! I love Gilmore Girls so much, so it's always fun writing a story about them! Review and let me know your thoughts on this chapter! :D