Rory woke up late the next morning, walking out of her old bedroom, her hair a mess, a robe thrown over her pajamas. She'd got in at around 2 am that morning.

The happy couple wanted to celebrate with the Maid of Honor and the Best Man, so they all went out to one of the most posh restaurants in Hartford. Of course, that did not stop Paris from picking the entire staff apart, from the promptness of service (which was excellent to any normal standard), to the Tuna steak, which was apparently not pink enough to her liking. She had the whole place running in circles trying to please her and, in true Paris fashion, all she did was nod, as well as leave just under the appropriate amount for a tip. She said it would give them incentive to try harder next time. After dinner, they went to a small pub, where they had at least five or six toasts to their upcoming nuptials. Rory, knowing she was a light-weight, drank right along with everyone, knowing full-well that Logan was a professional, and she would be sorry for it in the morning. For some reason she could not explain, she just needed to drown whatever she was feeling away. That, along with the site of what her and Tristan had witnessed that afternoon, made her want to drink until she was blind. Neither one said anything about seeing them, and both Logan and Paris didn't let on that they knew anyone saw them, so the subject didn't come up, much to Rory's appreciation.

She walked toward the coffee pot and took down her favorite mug, filling it with the awesome elixir to which she worshipped and sat down at the kitchen table, taking a long sip of the hot liquid. Her mind wandered back to the night before.

After witnessing what they had witnessed, Rory and Tristan went back to the sitting room, talking about the past and catching up with everything. Rory felt inexplicably comfortable around him, and told him about Dean and the LDB and quitting Yale and the yacht incident, basically everything. He told her about military school and Princeton. About an hour had gone by before Paris and Logan walked into the sitting room, both looking flushed, but still put together. Nothing was said to them about the "incident," as Tristan and Rory dubbed it.

Paris and Logan were all over each other throughout the night, causing Rory a little discomfort. While she was happy for them, she still felt a pang of sadness at the fact that they were together and happy and getting married.

Tristan had been very attentive to her throughout the night. He would open doors for her, pull her chair out for her. Normally, she wouldn't question, but this was Tristan DuGray, King of Chilton, the boy who tortured her for two years. As much as she knew he'd grown up a bit since high school, she still was unsteady around him. She was also a bit uneasy at the feelings he was evoking in her; feelings she thought were nothing more than a silly teenage crush thing that she tried, with some success to suppress when she was sixteen. With him there again, in front of her, paying her attention, and being a total gentleman, not the adolescent he was, was causing her to react to him.

He was still cocky at times. He still had that air of confidence that, to be quite honest, enthralled her. He had occasionally referred to her as "Mary," which didn't so much bother her all that much.

She leaned forward and banged her head on the kitchen table. Why, oh why was she thinking of Tristan like that? She barely knew him anymore. Him being Logan's cousin was a bit weird as well. She must just be a little off because of the wedding and things. That's it. It was all because her feelings were scrambled because of the wedding.

Yeah, keep telling yourself that.

She groaned and slammed her head down on the table again.

"Hey! What did that table ever do to you?"

"Hey, Mom," she said as she lifted her head up, rubbing her forehead.

"So I'm guessing everything didn't go that great. Am I right?" Lorelai poured herself a cup of coffee and sat across from Rory.

Rory shook her head, "Actually, it was better than I thought it was going to be."

Lorelai nodded, "Okay, well that's a good thing. What's the problem then?"

Rory shrugged, "I don't know, I think my feelings are all jumbled up right now."

"Sweetie, there's no crime in feeling sad about any of this. I mean, you were with Logan for a long time. Hell, he proposed to you. Now, he's marrying one of your best friends. It has to be a little weird for you."

"You have no idea," she mumbled, taking another long sip of her coffee.

Lorelai's eyes got wide, "Something happened. Come on, out with it! Give me the juice!"

Rory took a deep breath and looked at her mother, "You will never guess who Logan's Best Man is."

Lorelai looks around, as if she was thinking, "Well, I think it's safe to say it's not George W. He's resting and recreating."

"Mom, please."

"Okay, okay. I don't have a clue. I'm assuming it's not Colin or Finn or you wouldn't be so mysterious about it."

Rory shook her head, "It's not either one of them. I couldn't believe it. I mean, I had no clue there was even a connection between them. Then in he walks, just like at Chilton, like he owned the room. I swear, my jaw nearly hit the floor. I mean, how can I not know they were related-"

"Rory!" Her mother shouted as she took her hand and squeezed. "You're scaring Mommy. Please tell me who you are talking about before I call the mental institute to take you away."

"Okay. Well, Logan's Best Man is his cousin. Do you remember Tristan DuGray from high school?"

Lorelai sat back in her seat, her eyebrows furrowed in concentration, "The name sounds familiar. How would I know him?"

"Well, you called him Bible boy for one."

Lorelai's eyes grew wide, "Bible boy is Logan's Best Man?! Mr. Kissy man, the boy who made my baby's first two years at Chilton hell is Logan Huntsburger's cousin?! I'm speechless! No, I have too many words in my head to be speechless. So how does he look?"

"Mom!" Rory yelled at her mother.

"What? Rory from what I remember, he was a hottie back then. I can just imagine what his stint in military school did for him."

"Mom, he's my age and you are a married woman. Can you not ogle?"

"Hey! Listen here Missy; I am married, not dead," Lorelai said, looking down at her ring, "and while I love Luke more than anything, I cannot deny when a man is cute, and Tristan DuGray was definitely in the cute category."

"Yeah, and he knew it," Rory grumbled.

"Okay, so Tristan is the Best Man. Why is this freaking you out?"

"Mom, they are cousins! I never even knew Logan had a cousin. What does that say about our relationship? He never once told me he had a cousin, much less that it was him!"

"Were they always close?"

Rory shook her head, "No, Tristan said they hadn't been in touch in a while."

Lorelai shrugged, "So there you go. Logan never mentioned it because at the time, they weren't in contact and he didn't think about it."

Rory nodded, "I know. It's just weird."

Lorelai eyed her daughter, "What else is it?"

Rory looked up from her cup at Lorelai, "What else is what?"

"You are looking like you have a lot going on in that head. What happened?"

"Nothing," she said, taking a very big interest in the pattern of the table cloth.

"My perfectly round rump it's nothing. Come on, kid; out with it."

"Mom, there's nothing to come out with. I spent yesterday with my ex-boyfriend, who's marrying my best friend, and my partner in all of this is the boy who made my life hell for two years."

"Hmm," Lorelai said, sitting back and looking at her.

"What? What, hmmm."

"Well, it seems to me that it's been quite a few years since he left. This can't all be about how mean he was to you back then. Could it be that you are uncomfortable around him for another reason?"

"Like what?" Rory stared at her mother confused.

Lorelai shrugged, "Maybe some feelings that you secretly held for Tristan a long time ago came crashing back to the surface. Maybe seeing him again triggered something."

"Mom, you know how much I hated him back then."

"No, I don't. I know he frustrated you. I also know how much he challenged you. I saw how confused you were about him and Dean, even though you swore up and down it was Dean you wanted."

"Mom-"

"I know you, Rory. You would have never have kissed him at that party if you didn't feel at least something for him."

"Mom-"

"You are just not the type of person to do that. I mean, well, you did kiss Jess while you were with Dean too. Come to think of it, maybe you just liked kissing anyone else except Dean. Course he was your first time, even though he was married-"

"MOM!" Rory screamed to get her mother's attention, hitting the table with her hands.

"What? Oh, sorry. Anyway, back to the topic at hand. Honey, it's okay to have feelings for Tristan."

"How can you say that? I mean, put aside everything that happened in high school. He's Logan's cousin."

"So, you and Logan are over. Unless there are any lingering feelings left on your part."

Rory shook her head no. "I'm over him Mom, you know that."

Lorelai shrugged, "Then I say wait and see what happens. Just stay open to any possibility."

Rory nodded, "I'll try."

Lorelai smiled and squeezed her daughter's hand, "So did you get a lot of plans done?"

"Yeah. The Bachelorette Party is this Saturday. You are invited."

"I am! Great! What debauchery are we getting into?"

"Well, it's just me, you and Paris. She says that's all she wants, but I know that's a cover. I was thinking of asking Lane if she wants to come out with us too."

Lorelai nodded," She definitely needs some time away from the twins. The terrible twos are firmly in place."

"I know. I'm still getting the gum out of my hair."

"Okay. Just let me know the time and I'll be there with bells on. Maybe I'll sew them on my shoes. That way they'll jingle with every step I take!"

"Now there's a fashion statement," Rory said, devoid of any emotion.

Lorelai leaned in, "So tell me the truth. How are those two together? I mean, who would ever have thought that Paris Gellar and Logan Huntsburger would ever in a million years get together. Did they fight? Was it awkward?"

"Mom, you have no idea," Rory said, then proceeded to tell her mother of the horror of the incident.

A while later, she was laying on her bed in her room, working on her laptop for her next story. She couldn't concentrate on her work though. Her mother's words kept rolling around in her head.

Did she have feelings for Tristan back in high school? If she did, did they really go away after he left?

So many questions and she had no answers for any of them. The only thing she knew was these next few weeks would definitely be an adventure.