A/N: I was originally only going to have this be a one-shot but everyone wants me to continue so I will. It's going to pick up from a couple months after the first chapter so it will be about 2 weeks before Yale starts.
This means a flashback
RPOV
Tristan and I have been going out for 2 months now and it has been the best 2 months of my life. I haven't heard from Jess since Graduation and I am fine with that. We did have one run in with Dean though.
Tristan and I were walking around town talking and holding hands and kissing when I heard someone yell my name very angrily. I turned around and saw Dean storming up to us looking so pissed. His hair was as ugly as ever. (A/N: I'm sorry, I couldn't resist. I HATE DEAN!! HE CAN GO DIE!!)
"Rory," he fumed, "What the hell are you doing with the accountant!?"
"Dean, are you SERIOUS?!" I said, "Tristan and I have been going out for 2 months, where have you been?!"
"Rory, you don't have to lie. I know what's going on," he said, "You don't have to pretend anymore." I looked at Tristan and he looked as confuse as I felt. "I know you don't actually like this guy," he continued to ramble, "If you wanted to get back together all you had to do was say so. You didn't have to pretend you're dating this guy."
Okay, now I was PISSED!! I was going to give him a piece of my mind but Tristan beat me to it.
"Listen, Bag-boy," he said. His voice had a menacing edge to it. "Rory is my girlfriend. If you microscopic brain can't comprehend my word and you come near her again, maybe your face can understand the meaning of my fist hitting it. Are we clear?"
Before Dean could say anything else, Tristan wrapped his arms around my shoulders and led me away.
We laughed about it for the rest of the day. I also remember the day he told me he loved me.
"Mom, where is my blue sweater?" I shrieked. He was going to be here in five minutes and I was running around in my skirt and no top.
"Under the kitchen table," she shouted from somewhere in her room, "You hung it on the chair and it fell."
I shouted my thanks and ran to finish putting on my makeup and get dressed. I saw his headlights through the curtain and yanked my sweater over my head. I hopped around, pulling on my shoes and grabbing my purse while mom got the door. There was a knock on my door and Tristan was standing there with coffee in his hands and his expression was shocked.
"What?" I asked. I looked down at myself in case I forgot something important like my skirt or top.
"Nothing," he said shaking out of his trance, "You look beautiful."
"You like?" I asked.
"I really like," he answered kissing me deeply.
I pulled away breathing heavily.
"We...should...get...going," I whispered while he kissed me between each word and then kissed me even more passionate kiss at the end.
"Yeah," he said. He pulled back and I realized he had lip-gloss all around his mouth. I wiped it off with a tissue while giggling.
"Sorry, Tris. It's not really your color."
We were eating dinner at this amazing Italian place and I was in the middle of babbling about something when Tristan slide even closer to me in the booth and kissed me. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled my body closer to his, his tongue ran across my bottom lip and I opened my mouth. His arms were around my waist and grew tighter as I moaned into his mouth. He broke the kiss first and rested his forehead against mine, we were both breathing heavily.
"What was that for?" I panted.
"I love you," he said clear as day.
"I love you, too," I said back. I'm pretty sure my smile was huge as I said that. He pulled me back in for an equally passionate kiss before we finished eating and left.
Our relationship was perfect, but nothing is ever perfect. Happiness is amazing but short-lived.
A/N: This is totally a filler. They do not break up. I repeat, they don't break up.