Disclaimer: I don't own anything to do with Gilmore Girls, actors, characters, plots, etc, that would be the wonderful people at WB. Although if I did, I'm pretty sure there'd be some big changes coughChadcough. Nor do I own anything to do with Peter Allen, brilliant as he was. Anyway if you do feel inclined to sue me, some people have strange urges and we must accept them for who they are, I'm currently flat broke so all you will get is a used textbook, probably on organic chemistry.
AN: Don't get me wrong, I do like this story. My problem is that, in my mind I have a specific scene to write, but it just doesn't seem to translate into written words the way I want it to.
Thshali: Thanks for reading and the confirming what I thought. Last time I was in the US, I was a few months old, so I can't really remember what or how that stuff works and everything I else I know is from media and friends, but I have a memory like a sieve!
GGluvr1987: Oh, I do like this story, it's just not coming out the way I hoped it would. Thanks for liking it anyway! And Tristan always seems to have an older brother or a younger sister, thought I'd mix it up a little.
Eternalogorithm: Couldn't have said it better!
Rockrose: Thank you for staying interested and liking this little story.
Stargirl112593: Okay! Boy that was one demanding review, but it made me smile! Thanks.
Mamashirl: Thanks for clarifying those details. Where I live in Australia, you have to be 16 to get your learner license, or L's, and 18 to get you probationary license, or P's. And most high schools here are Years (not Grades) 7 to 12 so I sometimes need to translate things into American… I used to, many years ago, think Freshmen meant Year 7 and so on, and wondered how come schools in the US finished at Year 10, while everyone else went to Year 12… unless you're from New Zealand and then you're weird already!
Sarah: Well thank you for enjoying and for taking the time to review!
LoVe23: Thanks for clearing up the age thing! Personally, since we don't get full licenses until after we turn 18 in Victoria (the state I live in, in Australia), it seems weird to drive to school, especially at such a young age. But then again, in Australia, when you turn 18, you can drink, drive, smoke and vote all legally, preferably not all at the same time!
Finnlover: short and sweet, but I'll still take it… Thank you!
Al: Thank you for reading and confirming what I thought! Hope it continues to be a good story!
Joellekyle0712: Oh, I'm glad you find it funny! Thank you for reading.
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Dedicated to Australians all over the world (and anyone who wants to be an Aussie!), hope you had a happy Australia Day!… "I've been to cities that never close down. From New York to Rio and old London town. But no matter how far or how wide I roam, I still call Australia home."… go on, have a bit of a sing! Chapter 4It became a routine of sorts. Each afternoon, as she stuffed books and homework into an already packed bag, he would lean against the locker beside her's. He would make innuendos, she's try not to blush, until finally unable to take it any more, she would hurry off to the parking lot to be met by her boyfriend. It frustrated her that he seemed incapable of taking a hint, it frustrated him that she refused to be moved.
"It's starting to get embarrassing," commented Jack, seeing Tristan finally heading towards the parking lot.
On the days he was supposed to get a lift home with his older brother, he found himself waiting for up to half an hour by the car. He was tempted to risk not promptly arriving at Tristan's parking spot as soon as school finished, but Tristan would probably leave him stranded.
"No-one asked you to try and feed off my reputation," Tristan scowled at the younger Du Gray.
"A reputation you are running full speed into the ground."
Tristan ignored his brother, unlocking the car, he stepped in.
"I've never seen you persist so much," Jack continued as Tristan started the car, "And I've never seen a girl refuse you like this. It's like your losing your touch."
"She has a boyfriend," Tristan announced, frowning, he had kept it quiet for a few days and it surprised him that no one had noticed her going home with another guy.
"No way," Jack laughed, "Sucks to be you. So why are you still pursuing her, doesn't that go against your morals or something?"
Tristan shrugged, he couldn't put his finger on exactly what it was about Rory that made him persist.
"But you're not going to give up?" Jack asked, knowingly.
"I'm in too deep," Tristan admitted.
"You like her?" Jack was more than surprised.
"No, like you said, no one has ever refused me like her," Tristan explained with a grimace, "I can't just give up now."
"So it's about the chase?"
"I guess, the chase, the challenge, wounded pride, whatever."
"Got a game plan?" Jack asked, he was willingly to help his older brother.
"Not really," Tristan admitted, "Get rid of the boyfriend."
"Subtle," Jack remarked sarcastically, "Daisy cutter or A-bomb?"
Tristan shot his brother a glare in response.
"What? It's just a suggestion," Jack shrugged.
"Don't," Tristan answered simply.
Silence fell over the two brothers, each to their own thoughts. Tristan unable to stop thinking about the girl who turned him down each day. Jack trying to think of creative, yet plausible ways to help his brother. It didn't matter to him what Tristan's motives really were, all that mattered was that he had to help him get his way. It's what he'd always done. Plus, if Tristan, given he was the king of Chilton, couldn't get a girl, what hope was there for anyone else?
"There's a party at the MacCullums this Friday," Jack finally spoke up again, "Are you going to go?"
"I don't know, why?" Tristan shrugged, there were parties pretty much every night between Thursday and Friday, he never planned to go to any one specifically.
"Stacy Menzie broke up with her boyfriend."
"And?" Tristan prompted, turning into their drive way.
Truth was, Tristan knew exactly who Stacy Menzie is, he'd dated her sister once, even had sex in her father's rare vintage Jag.
"Stacy Menzie? Don't tell you don't remember the raven haired beauty of my geography class last year?"
"Huh?" Tristan continued to play dumb.
"Her father has a rare vintage Jag?" Jack said finally, even though he didn't know exactly why Tristan was so familiar with that little detail.
"Oh, Stacy-hot-legs, yeah I remember her. What about her?"
"Tristan, you ace every subject and you're this thick!" exclaimed Jack in frustration.
"You like Stacy, don't you?" Tristan grinned, "So?"
"So? I want you go to the party, so that I can go."
"Well, when you put it like that," Tristan smirked, "I don't know, I was kinda thinking of studying."
"W – Wha – What?" spluttered Jack, "Studying?"
"Yeah, since I'm so thick and all. So you'll have to find your own transport," Tristan grinned, climbing out of the car, "And before you decide against going, I heard from a very good source that Stacy has a little crush on you, though I have no idea why."
As much as Tristan was a confident player who got all the girls, he was also a caring older brother. And just like he couldn't leave his brother behind each morning, no matter how late he was running, he wanted Jack to get the girl.
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AN: There will be more Rory in the future chapters and other than that I don't have much to say, but I'm sure you do… so press the blue button and type away! Oh and there's a new story up, Kiss the Sun, it's still a bit short on word count and chapters, but feed it reviews and it will grow!