ADDICTION

Disclaimer – Gilmore Girls don't belong to me. If I did, Lorelai never would've slept with Chris, let alone married the guy and Rory and Logan would not be breaking up for good at the end of the season.

Summary - Addiction can be deadly and the road it leads you down can be even deadlier. Trory. Told from Louise's POV.

WARNING: Extremely AU!!! A story about drug addiction. Contains Rory/Tristan, Louise/Logan and brief mentions of Steph/Collin and Paris/Finn.

Necessary Background Information - Chris and Lorelai got married when they had Rory, so Rory grew up in Hartford, next door to Louise, and thus they became best friends. Tristan & Steph are step-brother and sister. Paris & Logan are brother and sister. (Honor and Madeline were not used as they did not fit appropriately for this story)

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ADDICTION

Chapter 2 - Soaring

I'll just keep talking.

Paris had a thing for Tristan. It was so obvious.

What was even more obvious was that he couldn't have cared less about her.

Maybe he did. Maybe he thought of her as family or something, but hell, let's face it. Tristan's father beat him, and he ignored Steph, his step-sister. Family didn't figure in too highly on Tristan's priority list.

Logan told me later, that when Rory walked into the room, Tristan couldn't take his eyes off her.

Then he told me that Paris noticed.

And it was born. Pure rancor between Rory and Paris. From that moment on, they hated each other.

Rory accepted a rum and coke and sipped on it, not taking her eyes off Tristan. There was some heavy vibes going on in there, and I wouldn't have been all that surprised if Tristan got up out of his chair, picked up Rory, and started to do unspeakable acts to her right there. If looks could talk, his would be screaming "I want your body,"

Steph obviously noticed too. She slouched into the cushions of the couch and smirked. "Damn boy," she said, trying not to smile. "Why don't you just fuck her and get it over with?"

Tristan broke his gazing at Rory to give his step-sister a dangerous look. Steph just continued on smirking. She wasn't afraid.

Paris, eyes glittering brightly, quite possibly looked even more dangerous.

"Shut the fuck up, Steph," She hissed, taking another drag on the cig. "Like Tristan would even want to touch, that," she glared pointedly in Rory's direction. Rory just smiled, and leaned back into the adjacent couch, stretching out causing her halter top to ride up revealing smooth pale white skin, happily noting Tristan's reaction.

Finn, who was extremely high, seemed to forget how dangerous his ex-girlfriend was. "Judging by the reaction Tristan's having, I think it's a very real possibility,"

Steph giggled and poured herself another drink.

"Shut up, Steph!" Paris snapped, clearly pissed.

I just stared at Rory, amazed. I remember being so scared. I was looking at Rory, and she totally fit in. She was cool, she was precise, she was sexy. And most importantly, she wasn't being fake.

That terrified me.

I sat down next to her and took a sip of her drink, then tried to hold back the impulse to spit it out again. Rum. Yuck.

"I want to dance," Rory said, turning to me and standing up. Logan took the opportunity to slide into her seat, sliding up next to me.

"I'll go," Tristan said, his tone careless, his lips smirking as he hoisted himself up lazily out of his seat.

Paris became increasingly alarmed. "You don't dance," she said, sitting up straighter, and glaring at him.

He just shrugged back. "Do now,"

Paris narrowed her eyes and leaned back in her chair, but not before plucking Finn's joint out of his lips and inhaling it sharply.

"There's plenty for everyone, babe," he said, laughing as he took it back from her. He dug one out of his pocket and tossed it at Logan. "Share with your woman," he smirked.

My eyes widened. Innocent Louise.

"I actually want to dance," I said, turning to Logan a little too quickly. He nodded, before taking my hand in his and then led me outside.

The too loud music actually had a great beat to it, that seemed to pulsate throughout my body, so I was in heaven.

Then, I saw Tristan and Rory.

It was intense. That's all I can even say. Tristan and Rory were grinding away, hot, fast, and sexual, and all the onlookers could do was stare at them with their mouths hanging wide open.

It was…I couldn't even begin to describe it. They were fully clothed, and their hands weren't even that touchy, but it was one step short of a porno.

It was those vibes. They left everyone in the room breathless. They touched each other in all the right places that led people to believe they had been going together since the day they were born.

I looked away immediately, embarrassed to see my best friend in such an erotic situation.

Now I think back, and they were so beautiful. They had each other. They were finally complete. They knew that, too. That was the reason that night was probably the best night of her life. Underneath those raging hormones were instant feelings.

Rory turned to face him and he immediately began to play with the exposed skin on her lower back.

Logan gave a low whistle, and I turned to look at him, my eyes still wide as saucers with the shock.

Steph tapped us on the shoulder. "Hey," she said, looking around. "What's going—" her eyes widened and mouth dropped open as she caught her step brother getting it on with some girl he just met. "Whoa."

"I need a drink," Logan and I both said at the same time, and with that, we turned to re-enter the room. Steph was a step behind us.

"Yo, Finn, Par," she said, laughing as we re-entered the room. "You have GOT to check this out. Tristan and that girl are getting it ON!"

Paris's eyes darkened. She didn't say a word, just simply stood up and walked out of the room, Finn following her.

Steph smiled and grabbed my hand. "Come on," she said, smiling. "I want to see her reaction!"

I allowed myself to be led back into the room where Rory Hayden, my best friend was murdering any innocence she had second by second, and beheld what hereafter will be referred to as "pissed off Paris,"

Sure, the words are misleading. She's just pissed off? Ha! Nothing to worry about.

Go ahead … bask in your ignorance.

I nervously could tell she was three seconds away from digging her perfectly manicured sharp nails into Rory's eyes.

"Yeah, baby!" Finn screamed, throwing his arm around Steph as they giggled hysterically.

I grabbed Steph's arm and frantically whispered my concern over Paris's lethalness. "We've got to get the attention off them, before Paris feels overly dissed and attacks!" I finished. Steph's blue eyes widened as she realized the truth of my statement, then all of a sudden, an idea occurred to her.

"I know!" She squealed excitedly, then disappeared into the center of the room and climbed on a table.

"Oh, HELL YEAH!" Finn yelled, still laughing. I stood with my mouth agape as I stared at Steph as she started to dance on a table.

It worked like a charm. All the attention immediately flew off Tristan and Rory and landed on Steph. More importantly, the crowd flocked towards the middle of the room, cutting off Tristan and Rory's visibility to Paris and hindering her path towards them.

I sighed, and turned to Logan, who was in the process of getting high.

"Give me that," I said, defeated, as I grabbed it from him and took a deep breath.

Soon, I was soaring.

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