In the halls of Harvard

A/N: I know I wrote 8!! But I can't help it!!! I like updating!!! The ghost is coming in the later chapters…[smiles mischievously] Heeyyy!! I said ghost! No 'S'!! Hrm, we don't know yet! I haven't finish writing the 3rd chapter. In fact, I haven't started at all! 8P Don't worry, it'll be up… soon…. Maybe… 8P


"TRISTAN?!" shrieked the blonde and the brunette together.

"Miss much?" Tristan sauntered to the table, taking the chair beside Rory.

"You don't mind, don't you Paris?" Tristan enquired, staring at Paris, with an eyebrow raised up.

"Wha-? Oh, nope, I don't. I got over it already, after you cracked my heart, then broke, then smash it, then ground on it to fine powder." Paris said coolly, rubbing her fingernails on her shirt and stared at it.

"Fine," with that, Tristan popped a Mentos into his mouth, then slung his arm around Rory's shoulder, "Miss much, Mary?"

"Not really. After graduating Chilton, I went to the Hartford's graveyard to see if there was any Tristan Janlen Dugrey, unfortunately, there was not. So I dumped my stake, cross, peas and onions and left for coffee," Rory smiled happily, while sipping her coffee, "And also, get your arm offa me boy!"

Tristan smirked, and breathed out a mouthful of mint Mentos freshness at Rory's nose, "I ate my mint already Mary, wanna shag?"

Rory's mouth dropped open, "Shag?! What are you, a British?! Did you left us Chiltonites and went to Britain? Or did you get an over dosage of Spike, in Buffy the vampire slayer?!?!"

"Wot d'you mean Spike? Buffy? She sucks! Dark Angel is much better! So... wanna go to some private place and do some shagging and more?" smirked Tristan, saying it all in a North England accent.

Rory glared at Tristan, then gulped her coffee. She then reached over, stole Tristan's coffee and gulped half of it.

"Whodda?! HEY!!!!" yelled Tristan, glaring at the Got Coffee? Girl.

"You sooo suck!" Rory beamed, and finished Tristan's coffee

"Of course I suck! I always suck faces Mary, don't you know that?" Tristan smirked, then starts playing with Rory's hair

"Ugh, you have never sucked mine!" Rory muttered, yanking her hair out of Tristan's grasp

"What?! Wha--" Tristan shrieked crazily, thinking Rory had forgotten the night at Madeline's party. Rory glared at him, sending him the glare that said 'Shut up, or you'll wish that you were never born' glare. Tristan quietened down and hummed a Lifehouse song.

"Okay, I'm done chatting. C'mon Rory, lets go to our rooms" Paris sighed. Apparently, she was now bothered about the exhibition. Not the pervert leaves.

"Oh, wait, Paris, you're still in your own same room. But Rory, you're gonna be neighbours with Tristan. We already moved your heavy furniture to room 387. You can pack your things tonight, and move out tomorrow." said Prof.Cortes happily

"What?! Why?!?!?!?!" Rory stared at the Prof. bewilderedly, thoughts of being neighbours with Tristan made her dizzy... Somehow... she doesn't know why.

"Hey! Cool! You're in the same floor as me!" smiled Paris happily

"Yeah, but you're in the very end..." Rory sighed, and then slumped down. She grabbed the Prof's coffee, cast a beady eye glare at the Prof and drank up all his coffee. The Prof. stared at her mutely, sighed, and then shook his head in amusement for some reason.

"Rory... Err; there are adjoining doors... Between you and Tristan..." mumbled the Prof.

"Adjoining doors?!?!" the blondes and brunette shrieked together. But the expression on their face was different. Paris' was shocked and amusement. Rory's was shocked, plain plain shocked. Tristan's was pure happiness with a mixed of eeeeevillnesss.... Gollum gollum... Err.... [A/N: I can't help it! Gollum gollum!! @_@;;;]

"Err, yes... But you both have your own locks on the adjoining doors..." said the Prof. quickly, in hope to calm the shrieking Gilmore down with the little information.

"WHAT THE?!?!?! HE! HE CAN PICK LOCKS!!!!" shrieked Rory

"Yes, indeed I can. But don't you worry Mary, I wont come in when you're preparing our shag fest..." smirked Tristan, not at all helping Rory, but instead, worsen her.

"ARGH! I SO HATE YOU! YOU... YOU... SARUMAN!!!!" shrieked Rory, and then she stomped off to her soon-to-be-ex room.

"We'll see about that Rory Gilmore..." whispered Tristan quietly, staring at the fading figure of Rory Gilmore.


A/N: I want…. 12 reviews!!! 12!!!!! Then, I shall update! I shall not succumb to a softie! No!!!