I do not own Gilmore Girls. As such, I am not a Gilmore Girl expert nor do I expect to be. I love it though, so I hope you enjoy! This chapter took a weird direction but it totally sounds to me like something that could happen between Tristan and Paris.
The day had been long and stressful, and all that was keeping Rory from passing out from exhaustion was the thought of Tristan ahead of her. It wasn't like Rory to be so lax about her schoolwork; surely this was just some daydream. She had hardly paid attention to her general psychology class and hadn't even started her homework that was due the next day. As she entered her dorm, she sat down her bag on her bed. She stepped out to the living room and saw Paris in the corner, hot gluing some kind of weird poster thing. Rory didn't remark on it, instead she went back into the room and grabbed the things she needed for a shower.
Twenty minutes later, Rory sat drying her hair with a hairdryer. She continually kept looking at her phone, hoping Tristan would text her about meeting up. She sighed in a schoolgirl way and giggled. As Paris walked in, she rolled her eyes at Rory.
"You have to be kidding me. All this effort and giggling and stupidity are because of TRISTAN?" She shook her head. ?"Your taste in guys is now dismal. I feel sorry for you."
Rory shot Paris a look, finished getting her hair dry and began putting her makeup on. Paris had sat down at her desk, but now went over to the window to look out it. Rory had not been paying any attention when she heard a shriek from the blonde.
"You HAVE to be kidding me! What are we, kindergarteners?!" Stomping out of the room, Paris left with the worst look on her face. Rory stood up quickly and followed her. Outside, on a makeshift flag pole, was a white sheet that read "Paris France? No it's Paris Geller's underpants!" Stapled onto the sheet was a pair of Paris' floral print granny panties that she'd brought for the week she had her period. The shame had turned Paris' face five different shades of red.
Around the corner, two guys were laughing hysterically. Watching as Paris stomped her way over to the corner, Rory shook her head, eying the mess above her. The writing was in red, just like the awkward red spot on the floral granny panties. Shifting uncomfortably, Rory wanted to blend into the wall with embarrassment. She barely had time to think of a getaway plan before she heard Paris shriek "TRISTAN DUGRAY! YOU NASTY, STUPID, IDIOT!" Rory ran to the corner just in time to see Paris slap Tristan across the face. She pointed a finger in his face and yelled "I hope you die!" The guy next to Tristan was laughing so hard he was crying until Paris turned around towards him and pointed at him too. "YOU HAVE NO IDEA WHO YOU'RE MESSING WITH, ASSHOLE".
Paris marched past Rory, only stopping for a brief moment to say "Your boyfriend is NEVER allowed in our dorm again!" A moment later, Rory grabbed the sheet quickly from the flagpole and threw it towards Tristan. "I can't believe you, Tristan. I've been waiting on your text and you're pranking Paris. Now you're not allowed in my dorm, and honestly I'm not sure you're mature enough to be with me anyway." The half-smile on her face was the only indication that some of this amused her, but she was serious about how pathetically immature Tristan had been.
"Rory… you know I wouldn't ever want to offend you. But it's Paris. And I know, she says I can't come to your room… but you know I can anyway. What's she going to do, tell on me? We're in college!" Tristan said, standing up from his crouch with grass stains on his knees from when he'd fallen over laughing so hard.
"Are you mature enough for college, Tristan?" Rory asked, intending for it to be a rhetorical question. She walked away, shaking her head. She wanted nothing more than to turn around and run back to Tristan; throw her arms around him and kiss him until she was blue from lack of oxygen. But she continued inside anyway, hoping Paris wasn't as furious as she knew Paris would be. Shaking her head, Rory closed the door to the dorm room, hearing a pissed off Paris yelling into the phone.
"I can't believe you're not going to do anything about this! You're the RA! He exposed my garments; they were my period panties, Jarrod. I'm not even kidding." Paris yelled into the phone. Rory sat down on her bed, unnoticed by the uncontrollably mad blonde girl.
Paris continued, "FINE Jarrod. I'll report you too!" Apparently Jarrod blew her off, and Paris yelled "BLAH!" into the phone and hung up. She turned her eyes towards Rory and shrieked for the third time. "Your boyfriend is the most infuriating, stupid, idiotic, immature person I've ever met! I wish he was never accepted into Yale, and I wonder if I'm glad if you were too!" She marched out the door and Rory put her hand over her head. It was only 7 p.m., what was she going to do until bed time?
The next day, Rory kept her head down and worked hard in all the classes she attended that day. The work was comforting because her heart was so conflicted. She'd managed to somewhat patch things with Paris but she knew that the other three roommates agreed that Tristan was banned from the dorm room. This presented its own set of problems; it was obvious that Tristan's roommate had been the helper and that he was as immature as Tristan was. But Rory had gone crazy over Tristn in such a short amount of time and she knew that wasn't going to go away overnight. She sighed and put her head down on her arm in the café, closing her eyes. The headache she had been suffering from all morning was at its peak.
"Rory…" Tristan began as he sat down across from her. "I'm sorry. If I apologize to Paris, would that make things better? I've already gotten my slap on the wrist from the staff. The Dean wasn't too thrilled with my "performance" last night. I have to do mandatory graffiti clean-up every Saturday for the rest of the month." He said, trying to get her to look at him. "I can't lose this chance with you over a practical joke." He said, sounding sort of desperate.
"Don't you think this blew up so fast? I wonder why I had such a sharp reaction to it. It was funny; you know I think it was funny. I guess I am just disappointed that this will affect whatever is going on between us. If you're not allowed in my dorm, that creates some time problems; Paris hates you so I can't talk about you, and she'll be just as mad at me for not hating you." Rory sighed and shook her head.
"Listen, I'll apologize to Paris. I need to anyway; I know I was being dumb. I know I'm not in high school anymore and I feel like a teenager for doing it. It was just so funny to see her reaction." Tristan said, taking Rory's hand.
"I want to be with you Tristan." She replied, grabbing his hand back. "But you need to figure out things with Paris first. Clearly you cannot be in the same room. Let me know when you've figured it all out."
She stood up and walked out of the room, hoping for things to be resolved soon so she could be with Tristan for real this time.