AN: Hi everyone! I just wanted to apologize for taking so long to update. School somehow managed to take over my life with projects, tests, papers, midterms, etc. etc. And work has taken up my time; I need money for college. Anyways… and also want to thank everyone who has taken the time to review…it means so freakin' much!

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Okay, I think I've talked enough…I never meant to be a bore…so without further babbling, here's the next chapter!


Chapter 4

"Stay the fuck away from her."

Tristan only smiled, "now why would I want to do that?"

"Because she's mine," he told him angrily.

The blonde with blue eyes continued to keep cool, "I really want to hear you tell her that," he said with a chuckle.

"Stop playing your games and--"

"See, now that's where you shouldn't be talking," Tristan said cutting him off, "You wouldn't want to be a hypocrite now would you?"

"Cry me a river," Logan told him with a roll of his eyes; it was obvious that he didn't want to hear anything Tristan had to say.

"Oh wow," Tristan laughed at his childness, "Seeing as how we're using Justin Timberlake references I guess it's obvious you should know that what goes around comes around."

"What are you talking about?"

"Don't piss me off," Tristan advised, raising his voice, "Just because we're cousins doesn't mean I can't beat the shit out of you…again."

"Listen, I'm sorry you're wasting your time threatening me, I just came by to tell you to stay away from Rory--"

"You don't deserve her--"

"And you do?!" Logan yelled.

"I didn't back then, but now there might be a slight chance--" he told him, no completely sure with his statement. Did anyone really deserve Rory?

"You honestly believe you've changed?" he incredulously asked.

"Yes, seeing as how I'm not sleeping with multiple sluts at a time."

"It was her idea; she wanted to get involved in an unexclusive relationship with me," Logan explained defending himself.

Tristan let out a chuckle as he ran a hand through his hair. He thanked god that his side of the family didn't get infected with stupidity.

"You don't get it, do you?" Tristan said practically laughing at Logan's density.

"Get what?" he replied annoyed.

"The only reason Rory would eversuggest being in a no-strings relationship is because she likes you…only god knows why."

"But--"

"But nothing," Tristan said cutting Logan's argument off, "What you're doing isn't right. You know Rory doesn't deserve that."

For a second it seems as if Logan was actually allowing his cousins words to sink in, but only for a second, "Whatever. I don't need this. I'm just doing what she wants," Logan brushed the matter aside and walked past Tristan towards the door.

"You're doing the opposite of what she wants!"

Opening the door he ignored Tristan's out burst, "Tell Aunt Claire that I said hello," Logan said with a smirk.

"Only if you tell your mother I said that her son is a heartless bastard," Tristan spat.

"Bastard? But I have a father," Logan said pensively, "Do you?"

Within seconds Logan was out the door; he knew that if he had stuck around he would have probably been killed.

Tristan was fuming. He knew that Logan was an ass, but he never thought that he would give that low of a blow.


"Mm…nothing like a good cup of coffee can't fix," Rory happily sighed holding the white coffee cup up to her lips.

"That's what I say about sex," Logan smirked as he took the empty seat across from Rory at the Café.

"Of course you would," she smiled as she rolled her eyes.

"What can I say, I'm a guy," his smirk widens as he puts a hand to his chest for emphasis.

'Tristan looks sexier when he smirks,' Rory thought.

That was random.

Why would she be thinking of Tristan? Did she wish that the blonde in front of her had blue eyes instead of brown? But why would she? The one with blue eyes had a girlfriend with strings and the one currently sitting in front of her had many girlfriends all without strings.

She shouldn't be thinking about Tristan because she had not reason to.

"Hello? Ace?" Logan's hand waving in front of her face pulled out of her thoughts, "Thinking of me naked?" he asked once he had regained her attention.

"No," she simply stated.

His response was cut off by the ringing of her cell phone. Digging through her black messenger bag she found the phone buried at the bottom. Pulling it out she checked the caller ID.

To her, this number was unfamiliar.

Bring the curious person that she was, she answered it.

"Hello?"

"Hey Mary," the voice from the other line rang through the receiver, making her heart jump and her stomach flip.

She smiled unknowingly, "Speaking of the devil."

"You were talking about me?" she could tell he was smirking.

"Actually, I was just thinking about you," she told him after deciding that the truth was the best way to have fun.

"Were you now?"

Rory was definitely missing the glares that Logan was sending her way. It would be safe to say that Rory was caught up with the conversation she was having with Tristan.

"Well…kind of…" she trailed off.

"Kind of?" he repeated in question form, "Care to elaborate?"

"Nope, not at the moment," she smiled.

"Alright, fair enough," he chuckled; he was just thrilled that she was thinking about him, even if it was in the slightest way. "So aren't you going to ask me how I got your number?"

"I was, but then I figured that you would just say that you have your ways," she explained after taking a sip of her coffee.

"You know me so well," he says dramatically and then adds, "So, there is a reason for why I'm calling."

"I thought there might be."

"You think too much," he states off topic, "But anyways, what are you doing right now?"

"Drinking coffee."

"At your dorm?"

"No. I'm trying to stay out of that dorm for as long as I can," she tells him.

"Um…why?"

"Long story…"

"I have time."

"Okay well," she began telling him, but then decided against it, "never mind, I don't think you can handle it."

"You can't do that!" he exclaimed, "It's like placing a sandwich in front of a homeless man and telling him not to eat it. It's just plain wrong," he whined.

"I really don't think you can handle it--"

"It's like calling a reindeer Rudolph, but he doesn't have a red nose…"

"Tristan--"

"It's like saying damn to a homeless beaver--"

"Tristan!"

"Huh?"

"Finn and Paris had sex…repeatedly."

Silence.

"Um…Tristan…"

Silence.

"You were right," he finally spoke up, "I can't handle it."

"Told you," she smiled and after a small pause added, "calling a reindeer Rudolph, but it doesn't have a red nose?"

"What?" he innocently said.

"Did you just come up with that on the spot?" she curiously asked.

"Yes."

"You have talent."

"I know," he smirked.

"I bet," Rory mumbled.

"What was that?"

"A jet," Rory answered his question, but she then quickly closed her eyes, cringing, after answering him because she realized how stupid she must have sounded.

"Fascinated by the smallest things are we now?" he chuckled at her.

"Big things fascinate me too," she smirked. And then the fact that she was flirting with Tristan had her blushing.

A laugh deep from his throat escaped from his lips, "Well Mare, I must say that you would be very fascinated with me."

Oddly enough this conversation was turning her on; she needed a change in subject and fast!

"Okay, well, my coffee is getting cold and…" she trailed off. She looked up and realized that the seat across from her was empty again. Logan had left. He had left and she didn't even realize it until now.

"Rory? You there?" Tristan's voice pulled her back.

"Yeah, sorry about that."

"Don't worry about it, what's the problem?"

"Logan disappeared…"

"So what's the problem?" Tristan repeated, unfazed.

"I was having coffee, he sat down, we talked, he smirked, I thought you looked better smirking, you called, we talked and he disappeared," Rory ranted.

"You think my smirk is sexy," he teased; from her rant, that's the only part that he heard.

"Tristan."

"What?"

"Logan just left."

"So?"

"So?"

"What's the problem?"

"I don't know, I just feel bad I guess," Rory told him as she stood up and put her pea coat on. Grabbing her bag she was out the door into the cool afternoon and heading towards the dormitories.

"Don't worry about it, Mare," Tristan said trying to reason with her, "I mean, how many times has Logan left you hanging?'

"You do have a point – but wait, how would you know?" she questioned him upon reaching her dorm building.

"Logan always thought about himself when we were younger--"

"When you were younger?"

"Yeah…we're cousins."

"Cousins? Why didn't you tell me?"

"You never asked," he joked.

"But," she stopped what she was about to say, and instead she said, "Listen, Tristan, I have to go, there's this really pathetic looking guy standing in front of my dorm room."

"Poor sap," he smiled.

"Bye."

"Bye."

She flipped her phone shut and walked up to the visitor and smiled, "So, you and Logan are cousins?"

"Yeah," he chuckled rubbing the back of his neck, "It's not something I like bragging about."

"Duely noted."

"So, aren't you going to invite me in?"

"That depends…did you knock and see if anyone was home?"

He grinned, "Um…actually I was scared to," he confessed, "After you told me about Paris and Finn I just pictured a naked Finn opening the door or a disheveled horny Paris answering it."

Rory laughed at the horrified look on his face, "That would be bad wouldn't?"

"Years of therapy."

They both laughed.

"So you know Finn?"

"Yes and Collin; I know Logan's 'posse'," he told her using air quotes for the word 'posse'.

"Interesting, interesting," Rory said, "So, do you think it's safe to go in?"

"Only one way to find out."

"Ugh, fine," she signed as she got out her keys and found the one for her dorm door. Once she found it, she inserted it and turned it…slowly.

She carefully pushed the door open just a little bit; enough for them to pop their heads in and hear what's going on inside.

"Oh Finn!"

"Yes, Love, yes!"

With petrified looks on their faces, they backed out of the door way and stood, once again, in the hallway.

Rory quietly closed the door and faced Tristan, "They're still in there…going at it," the disgusted look was still on her face and it mirrored Tristan's.

"So I heard…" he didn't know what he should say.

"What now?'

"You hungry?" he suggested.

"Starving."

"Let's eat."


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