AN: I'm trying to update before I go back to school. Too bad that's tomorrow! I'm gonna try and keep updating at least every week. Don't quote me on that! I can only promise that I will try!

D/c: Do not own anything that has to do with Gilmore Girls (except for this fan fiction, of course!)

Chapter Four: That Meddling Madeline

Recap:

As soon as he found it, it began to ring. Picking it up, he answered. "Hello?"

"Hey Tristan." His eyes widened and his mouth gapped open as he suddenly realized who it was.

"Rory?"

"Hey," Rory replied, her voice filled with awkwardness. "Um...how have you been?" Tristan could not form a proper response. "Uh... I -do... huh?" Rory started to laugh. "I said how have you been?"

"Oh um, I've been... I've been..."

"Good? Bad? Somewhere in between?" Rory started laughing again. "Are you okay? Do you want me to call again later?"

"No! Uh no. It's okay. I've been good. Great now, you know, now that I can finally..." Tristan took a deep breath. Just tell her, he thought. Tell her that you've missed her. Tell her how much you care. "Rory?"

"Yeah?"

"I've..."

"You've..?"

"I...uh..." Rory laughed once more. "It's okay. I've... I've missed you too." Tristan was shocked. "You have? Huh. I would've thought... since you hated me..."

"No, I've never hated you," Rory barely whispered. Tristan took a deep breath. "I'm glad. That makes this a helluva lot easier... to say." Another deep breath. "Can I meet you somewhere? I want to show you something."

"Um... Sure. When?"
"Uh... I don't know. When is a good time for you?"

"How about right now?" Rory suggested. "Come outside." With that, she hung up on him. Staring at his phone, Tristan tried to recuperate. He then jumped up and went to the mirror. After making sure that his hair was presentable, he went to the door. There she was, true to her word. He finally decided that he was ready to open the door. "Hey Mary." Rory grinned. "It's been this long and you are still calling me that?" Before he answered, Rory threw her arms around his neck. Tristan pulled her closer into the hug and closed his eyes. Although the hug only lasted for a few seconds, it seemed longer to the both of them. Pushing the few loose strands of hair behind her ear, she said, "So... what do you want to show me?"

"Oh yeah! Um...it's just a journal with only a couple of entries in it." Tristan rubbed the back of his neck, awkwardly. Letting her in, Tristan made a mental note to thank Madeline for her meddling.

AN: Yeah that wasn't my best work (in my opinion). I was kinda distracted while writing it in my journal. But I hope that you guys still enjoyed it. I'm starting Chapter Five already. It may be up in about two days or less. Thanks again and remember to review. xoxo shikiXichijo23