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P.S: This chapter has a lot of not child friendly language...just a head's up
AN: Patrick was made to hate... however don't put him completely on your bad side yet. Also reviews were very nice to read. I'm glad you all like it thus far... so keep reading! Now... I'll stop babbling and get on with the storyyy...
Rory woke up around 6:00 the morning to her grandmother yelling about the revnovations being done to her house while she was away. She figured Emily Gilmore was about to fire another designer or whatever. She dressed quickly and walked into the main room, where Emily was just hanging up the phone.
"Sorry to wake you Dear. Just some things going on with the renovations. I'm agbout to go for a morning walk. Care to join me?" Rory nodded and slipped on a pair of flipflops. She and her grandmother made their way around the lake, keeping silent for the most part.
"Oh look Tristan DuGrey. He went to Chilton you know." Rory nodded as Tristan who was running (and also lacking a shirt) stopped to say hello.
"Mrs. Gilmore, Nice seeing you on the fine morning." Tristan attention averted to Rory who was not so subtly staring at Tristans bare chest and stomach. "Lorelia, nice seeing you again too." Tristan said as he grabbed her hand and kissed it with a smile.
"Well, Rory I'm going to eat breakfast why don't you and Tristan get reaquainted and you can join me later on." Emily said excusing herself to the dining room.
"This all apart of your evil plot to get me alone isn't it?" Rory continued to walk and Tristan matched her pace.
"No way. I already had you alone last night. This is the part of the plan where I win over your family so they all love me and want me to marry you." Rory snorted and stopped walking and turned to Tristan.
"For the record you won my mothers heart over a long time ago. I recall something along the lines of 'Any man who looks like Brad Pitt can't be all bad'. She was hooked from the first time she met you." The two resumed walking.
"Most people are hooked. I'm like a drug. A drug that makes all your sexual fantasies come true. Care to join me while I change into my work attire?" Tristan said stopping before the employee house.
"No. I'm going to join my grandmother for breakfast and possibly check out the hot boy who's grandfather owns this establishment. Maybe we'll catch up at dinner. Chao." With that Rory was off. She spent most of the day following her grandmother around to her planned activities, until her grandmother insisted that she venture off with Patrick.
"So you and Tristan went to school together?" Rory nodded and unlocked the door to her cabin, she had wanted to change into her bathing suit and go for a swim. Patrick joyfully agreed, only wanting to see how great she looked in a Bikini.
"Yeah. Achient history really... He was a jerk in high school. We hated each other basically." Rory said setting her key on the table and walking to her bedroom. "If you'll excuse me i need to change.
"But you seemed pretty excited to see him. I can't imagine hating someone and being so hapy to see them." Rory imerged from her bedroom wearing a tank top and a pair of shorts, not letting anyone see what she was wearing beneath.
"Just good to see old classmates. Plus, things change. Tristan is a man now, and he's grown out of his frat boy image." Rory grabbed a towel and set off for the beach. She wasn't sure if Tristan was working, but it was on her mind. With Patrick trailing behind her like a little puppy it was unlikely that she and Tristan would have any time to talk.
Rory laid her towel out and slowly (more like cautiously) removed her tank top and shorts to reveal a black and white polka dotted bikini, c/o her mother who had mischiveously unpacked her one piece and put this one in instead. Rory gave herself a mental reminder to yell at her mother later. As she made her way to the water, she felt eyes on her. She looked around and found not only Patrick but also Tristan staring at her. She smiled at the thought of this attention. She stuck her tongue out at Tristan and crossed her arms over her stomach in a futile attempt to cover herself. Tristan jumped from his post and joined her near the water.
"If you wanted to tease me, you could have done it in private. Not in front of all these people. I'm sure they don't want to see us having wild hot passionate--" Rory turned and covered his mouth with her hand.
"Don't say a word." Rory said letting her hand fall as she stepped in the water.
"Kinky. I always knew you liked it rough." Tristan said with a smile. Rory waded waste deep in the water until a very dead fish crossed her path. Within seconds she was out of the water and had jumped into the arms of none other than Tristan's arms.
"AHHHHHHH! DEAD FISH!" Within twenty seconds Rory had managed to clear the water and much of the beach. Tristan put Rory down trying to supress a laugh. Patrick was now standing next to Rory looking very mad. Rory felt like the biggest idiot of all time, making such a big deal of a small fish.
"What the hell? Was that completely called for Rory? You couldn't have just kept that little squeeling fit to yourself? Now no one is going t goi swimming for the rest of the day!" Patrick said getting closer to Rory with every seething word. Rory caustiously stepped backwards until she connected with Tristan. He had stopped laughing and had a seriosuly look on his face.
"Patrick, lay off okay? It was a nautral reaction. She didn't mean it." Tristan said creating a space between Rory and Patrick. He stepped in front of Rory ready to protect her with all he could.
"Tristan, you know damn well what this could do for my grandfathers business. He's already going under, I don't want some Hartford bred snobs who are 'so in love' ruin that. This is my legacy. Got it?" Patrick said now getting in Tristans face.
"She's not a snob. Come on Rory, I'll walk you to your cabin." Tristan turned to walk away but Patrick pushed him. "WHO THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?" Tristan yelled, catching the attention of a few older guests playing bingo.
A sly smile came across Patrick face, "I think that I'm your boss and if you touch me, you'll be fired." Tristan raised his fist but Rory stepped in now.
"Tristan he is so not worth it. Besides If I have to be stuck here all summer so do you. Let's go." Rory took Tristan's hand and led him away from patrick.
Before walking away completely Tristan turned to find Patrick sporting a full smile. Tristan couldn't help but flip him off. That spoiled bastard, Tristan thought.