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Chapter 3
…recap..
Rory and Tristan run into each other again at Yale. They are both starting there, Rory's a Journalism major, Tristan's studying Law/Arts. They have dinner together and learn what's been going on in each other's lives.
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The racket was unbelievable. Who knew that four girls could make so much noise, especially considering it was before 9 o'clock on a Monday morning.
"Oh my god! Has anyone seen my blue top with black lace cap sleeves?" cried the Korean girl with glasses, running around in harried circles.
"Can't you wear something else, Lane?" Rory asked, "You're blocking the coffee machine. I need coffee."
"Sorry," came the half-irritated, half-apologetic reply as Lane rushed back to the bedroom.
"Coming through!" a tall girl in shorts and a tank top barrelled into the kitchenette.
"Is that a Danish?" another girl demanded
"No, that's my breakfast," the taller girl snapped back.
"You're eating a high fat, high sugar party for breakfast on the first day of education at one of the best universities?"
"What! Some people can't force themselves to eat oatmeal, Paris."
"No wonder why you have to run six times a day, trying to keep the flab at bay!" Paris replied scathingly.
"I run because I'm an athlete."
"A wannabe athlete. Would a real athlete eat a Danish?"
"I have a very high metabolism, I can eat what I want. Anyway I have to get to class now. Bye Rory. Enjoy the high fibre, low GI food the colour of vomit, Paris."
"Rory, do you think this shirt's too nerdy?" Lane asked returning from another plunge into her closet, "I want to make a good first impression."
"You look great," Rory replied.
"Really?" Lane asked excitedly.
"That's what she just said," Paris said, in her usual tone.
A knock on the door distracted the three girls momentarily.
"Oh my God! It's Dave and he's early," gasped Lane, "Paris, please answer door."
"Honestly, Lane!" Paris exclaimed, but even so, she slid off her stool and went to open the door, "Dave, 9 o'clock does not mean ten minutes to nine – you're not Dave!"
"No, but I can be, if that's what you're into, Paris."
"Dugray, what are you doing here?" Paris snapped, he hated how he always managed to catch her off guard.
"I guess that means no love from Gellar?" Tristan eased passed her and into the room, ignoring the glares she was sending his way.
"You're not Dave," Lane said frowning.
"No, no I'm not, but I want to meet this Dave, he seems like a popular guy."
"Tristan, what you doing here?" Rory asked, looking up surprised.
"Well I checked my timetable and it appears we have the same lecture first thing on Monday, so I thought maybe we could go together."
"You make it sound like a date," Paris interjected.
"Whatever makes you happy," Tristan smiled winningly at Paris.
"Well the lecture doesn't start until 10 o'clock," Rory said.
"I didn't mention that I found the best coffee on campus?" Tristan asked casually.
"No! Where?" Rory asked, "Why didn't you tell me before?"
"I was getting to it," Tristan shrugged, "Anyway, what do you say?"
"Of course!" Rory exclaimed, "Just let me get my things."
She rushed off to collect her satchel and notebook.
"So, you not going to pull anything are you?" Paris asked Tristan, eyeing him curiously.
"No, what do you take me for?" Tristan asked, his expression innocent.
"So you're Tristan?" Lane asked, with a sly smile.
"I think we've pretty much covered that," Tristan responded.
"Well, I'm Lane, Rory's bestfriend and I know everything."
"So you're God, huh?"
"Pretty much, pretty much. So watch where you put your paws or else."
"Or else you'll strike me down with a bolt of lightning?" Tristan smirked.
"You've been warned."
"Duly noted," Tristan glanced towards Rory's room, willing her to return soon, "So who's Dave?"
"Please don't get her started," Paris muttered.
"Dave is the greatest guy in the world," Lane exclaimed, sending a glare in Paris' direction.
A knock on the door ended Lane's spiel on what made Dave great before she could even begin.
"And he's here," Lane almost squealed, rushing off.
"Oh thank God," Paris sighed.
"Did Lane leave already?" Rory asked coming out of her room.
"Yeah, be thankful," Paris said.
"Well we should go too," Tristan said, glancing at his watch.
"Bye Paris," Rory called as they left.
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"So, our first day, how do you feel?" Tristan asked Rory as he caught up with her at the end of the day.
"Very collegiate," Rory smiled.
"Excellent. I think we should head to the nearest coffee shop, sip lattes and debate Intelligent Design versus Evolution."
"Yes on the coffee, but can we postpone the debate? My heads stuffed."
"Already? You've got four long years ahead, how ever will you survive?"
"Coffee, lots and lots of coffee."
"You're meant to say with great friends like me… fine, can I really compete with a bean that's roasted and ground and whatever else they do to coffee beans?"
"You keep talking about coffee, but I'm not seeing any?" Rory prompted.
"This way," Tristan sighed, suppressing a smile.
"So, Lane's band is performing this Friday, you should come," Rory stated as they walked.
"Lane's in a band?"
"With Dave."
"I could've guessed," he muttered, "He's like a rash."
"Hey! Dave's a good guy."
"I've no doubt… so the band?" prompted Tristan.
"Yes they've got a gig, it's nothing major, supporting the supporting band at an off-campus pub."
"Should be good, I'll be there."
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AN: Okay, so that was a shorter chapter, but I'm too tired to make it any more interesting. Oh an another thing, Dave never left for California and he and Lane's other bandmates all go to Yale.
