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Why don't you be my girlfriend
I'll treat you good
I know you hear your friends
When they say you should
'Cause if you were my girlfriend
I'd be your shining star
The one to show you where you are
Girl you should be my girlfriend
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Rory frowned at Paris, "No."
"Oh, come on. Jess and I have been talking since Friday. Six days. And you haven't even spoken to Tristan since the party. Every one told you about Dean, every one knew he was wrong for you. And every one knows Tristan is right for you, now call him."
"No."
"Rory!"
"Paris!"
"Just call him." she threw the phone to Rory.
"No." Rory threw it back.
"Fine, don't talk to him."
"Fine, I won't."
"Good."
"Good."
"So, change of subject."
"Thank you!"
"Anyway," Paris smiled at her friend, "Jess asked me out."
Rory squealed, "Shut up! He did not!"
Paris smiled too, "He did! And I was so surprised because I didn't even expect it. I mean, I liked him, but I never thought he liked me."
"I knew he would. If I didn't think you were perfect for each other then I wouldn't have introduced you. Opposites attract, remember that."
Paris bit her lip, "So, have you talked to Lane about Henry?"
"Yes, and she's totally blown away by how perfect he is, and she loves that he's not obsessed with tradition."
"We should probably get Henry as the third person in our group for this project and I was talking to Jess and you know, we still don't really know each other yet and seeing as how you know both of us and we have never been on a date before, well actually I've never been on a date before. We were wondering if you might want to double with us and bring the guy of your choice so we could break the ice easier. Because you know, Madeline and Louise aren't that reliable when it comes to projects." she said all in one breath, leaving Rory staring at her.
"Um, sure on the group, but no on the date."
"Uh! Rory! Come on! You haven't done anything with us all week. Forget about Dean and let's go."
"I don't know. Take Blake and Madeline. Blake knows both of you too."
"Yeah, but I don't want Blake to go, I want you to. Come on, please!"
"Paris, I'm not asking a guy out."
"Fine, I'll do it for you."
"No. You're not asking a guy out for me."
"Fine, I'll get Jess to ask one of his friends."
"From Stars Hollow?"
"No. From Chilton."
"Jess has friends from Chilton?"
"Yeah, he was talking to a bunch of people at that party."
"Wow. He's usually Mister Anti-Social."
"Not there."
"Fine, get Jess to do it. But not Tristan. Please not Tristan."
"Do you really think that Jess would choose Tristan?"
"I guess not."
"I don't think so either." She cast a glance at Rory, "Um, while we're on the subject, you know I've never been on a date before, so I've never needed the clothes. So I was just wondering, you know, um, what size are you?"
"Four." she said, leaning back and smiling.
"Oh my God Rory, I love you!" Paris screamed, jumping on her friend.
Rory laughed, "Okay, come on. We have to find something for you to wear."
NEXT NIGHT, FRIDAY
Rory ran the brush through her hair one last time before looking over herself in the mirror. She had on a sheer dark red top with black trimming and bell sleeves. Her black pants also belled out at the bottom and her platform boots went up to the knee. Her hair was brushed straight and she had on only lip gloss, other makeup always annoyed her.
There was a knock on the door, "Come in." Blake pushed it opened and walked in, circling her, making sure the neckline wasn't too low and that the pants weren't too tight. What he didn't like was the top.
"Rory, no."
"Blake, yes."
"No."
"Yes."
"It's sheer!"
"Thank you master of the obvious."
"You're welcome, queen of the oblivious."
"Oh, that's nice."
"Come on, please."
"I like this shirt."
"And I'm sure the guy will too."
She laughed at her brother, "Blake, I'm fine, I'll be fine. If the guy tries to jump me then I'm sure Jess will protect me."
He groaned, "Rory!"
"Blake!"
"Please."
She put a hand on his cheek with a fake look of sadness, "No. Sorry."
He bit her hand, "Evil."
"I'm not the one who bit you." she said, rubbing her hands together.
"Well, I want to meet this guy after the date, and if I-" he was cut off by the ringing of the doorbell. Rory started to walk forward but Blake put a hand on her stomach, stopping her. "No, no, no. I'll get it. You stay here." he handed her the leather jacket that was on the floor, "Here, you'll need this. It's cold and you'll freeze to death in that top."
"Very funny!" she called to his back as he disappeared through the door.
She waited a few minuets before following him. Rory jumped down the stairs and walked over to her brother who was talking to Paris, "So, you ready Rory?" she asked, smiling widely.
Rory was surprised it was Paris and not her date, "Yeah, but um, where is he?"
She smiled, "It's a surprise."
"Right." Rory walked out the door and passed Paris, walking to Jess' car. Paris and Blake locked eyes, smirking. Rory turned around, "Coming, Paris?" she nodded and followed Rory to Jess' car. The windows were tinted to almost black. He said that it was 'To keep the stupid, nosy towns people from looking into his windows when the car was parked'. Rory went to open the back door when Paris grabbed her arm and put a blind fold over her eyes. "Hey!"
"Sorry Rory, but your date is a surprise until we get there."
"Paris!"
"Shh." she opened the door and sat Rory beside another person, she guessed they were blind folded too. Paris buckled her in. "Don't talk to each other. Just sit here. It's not a long drive. The engine started and the car moved forward. With the way Paris was acting, Rory would have thought that Tristan was beside her, but she was comforted by the fact that Jess had picked the guy. She was confident that he wouldn't pick Tristan. The radio was on and Paris was talking with Jess in the front seat, but neither person in the back was uttering a word. After ten minuets the car pulled to a stop and the engine was cut off. The two front doors opened and closed, one person walked on either side of the car before the two back doors were opened and Paris helped Rory out, while Jess pulled the guy out. The back doors were shut and Rory's blind fold was taken off.
She smiled at the sight in front of her. They were at a large theme park, "You like roller coasters, Paris?"
"Surprised?"
"Very." she kept smiling as she turned to face the blond, "So, who's the guy?"
Paris began to lead her around to the back of the car, "Now remember, I had nothing to do with the choice, it was all Jess, not me."
"Okay. I'm getting the feeling I won't like him. What's wrong with him?"
"Well, let's just say you wouldn't expect him."
"Oh no, please tell me you didn't-" Rory groaned as she saw Jess leading a boy from the other side of the car, "Tristan."
She heard him say her name in the same tone as she'd said his. Tristan must have been having a similar conversation with Jess. She turned around, "Paris!"
"Jess!" Tristan did the same.
"Hey, you two have to talk." Paris turned Rory around and Jess turned Tristan. They pushed them together and Jess handed each of them a ticket.
"Meet us back at the car at eleven thirty. That's when they close." Jess and Paris walked away, leaving Rory and Tristan standing there.
Rory stared at their backs in shock, "You didn't really need me to 'break the ice' did you?" she yelled at their backs, ten yards away. Paris turned and shook her head before turning back to Jess.
"Great." Tristan groaned, "Great."
Rory rolled her eyes, "Oh yeah, you're stuck with me for three and a half hours. It must completely suck."
"No. It's just that you're mad at me that sucks. If you weren't mad at me then this would be awesome. But in our present relationship, this situation sucks."
"Well I totally agree."
"At least we agree on something."
"Come on, let's just go inside." she said, grabbing his arm and walking to the entrance.
JESS AND PARIS
"So, do you think they've started talking yet?" Jess asked as they stood in line.
"I'm guessing they fought a few minuets ago, talked about how fighting sucks, decided to go in, and now they're walking through the park in silence. With the occasional insult, of course."
"Of course."
"Yes."
"You think so?"
"I do."
"Really?"
"Yes, really."
"I wouldn't doubt it."
"And now they're probably about to ride something, not talking to each other, but when they get off, Rory will grab Tristan's hand, ending the week long fight. And before the night is over, one will break and kiss the other."
"WHAT!?" Jess yelled, turning to her, "No one said anything about them kissing!"
"Don't worry about it."
"Yeah, I'm gonna worry. Tristan is my friend, but Rory is like a sister and if-" Jess was cut off by Paris grabbing his face and kissing him gently. She pulled back, just as surprised as him.
"You're good at that." he said, shocked.
"Thank you." Paris blushed.
"Okay, you guys go in the first row..." the man running the ride waved them through.
Paris sat and pulled down the restraint, buckling her belt to it. Jess did the same, he turned to face her, "Ready?"
She smiled, taking his hand, "Ready."
RORY AND TRISTAN
They stood in line for the first ride in the park when Rory jumped up. "What?" Tristan asked upon her moving.
"I thought I saw Jess and Paris."
"Yeah, I wouldn't be surprised. They came in right before us and this IS the first ride." he said, rolling his eyes.
"Oh, shut up."
"No."
"Damn Tristan, what did I ever do to you?"
"You haven't talked to me in a week."
"What? You haven't talked to me!"
"What the hell Rory? I've called you three times and you've never called back!"
"I wasn't home!"
"Yeah, well guess what? There's this thing called an answering machine! I left a message every time, but you never called back!"
"I was busy."
"You've been busy for a week?"
"Yes." she growled, turning away from him.
"Rory!" her head snapped up.
"Paris! Hey!" Paris and Jess were on the other side, they'd just gotten off.
"Okay, would you two please go in the third row?" the man asked. Rory and Tristan walked through and buckled themselves in.
Rory bit her lip and smiled, the first roller coaster always made her queasy. "Ready?"
Tristan nodded, "Ready." he said as they began to move forward.
After the ride was over Rory stood up, running her fingers through her hair. Tristan smirked as she did. "What?"
"You do that a lot."
"What?"
"Run your fingers through your hair. You always worry that it looks bad, but it never does."
She smiled, "Thanks." He nodded and wrapped his arm around her waist loosely, walking to the next ride. Rory looked up at him, biting her lip again. "Tristan,"
"Hm?"
"I-I'm sorry."
"About what?"
"Ignoring you for a week. It wasn't fair. I was mad that you were right about Dean and it wasn't fair for me to be a jerk just because you were worried about me."
He shook his head, "Forget about it." she nodded and looked forward. They walked in silence until he asked, "Did you mean it?"
"Mean what?" she stopped walking and turned to face him.
"What you said at the party, you keep thinking about me, how you've never had anyone consume your every thought, when Dean said he loved you that you were thinking about me." he walked forward, backing her into a wall.
Her back met the cold stone and she looked up into his eyes, whispering, "Every word."
Tristan leaned down so their lips were inches apart, "Good." he captured her lips in a slow kiss. Rory's hands grabbed at the front of his shirt. One of his hands rested on her hip and the other touch her face gently, his fingers ran over her cheek until they were resting in her hair and his palm was covering her ear. He ran his tongue over her bottom lip gently and she opened her mouth, inviting him in. Their lips moved together slowly and a shock ran over her spine like she'd never felt with Dean. Tristan deepened the kiss, and she pulled him closer.
Rory broke away after a few minuets, her lips still tingling dully as Tristan whispered, "Because I feel the same."
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Ever since I saw your face
Nothing in my life has been the same
I walk around just saying your name
Without you my world would end
I looked around this whole damn place
And everything says you were meant to be
My girlfriend
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Why don't you be my girlfriend
I'll treat you good
I know you hear your friends
When they say you should
'Cause if you were my girlfriend
I'd be your shining star
The one to show you where you are
Girl you should be my girlfriend
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Rory frowned at Paris, "No."
"Oh, come on. Jess and I have been talking since Friday. Six days. And you haven't even spoken to Tristan since the party. Every one told you about Dean, every one knew he was wrong for you. And every one knows Tristan is right for you, now call him."
"No."
"Rory!"
"Paris!"
"Just call him." she threw the phone to Rory.
"No." Rory threw it back.
"Fine, don't talk to him."
"Fine, I won't."
"Good."
"Good."
"So, change of subject."
"Thank you!"
"Anyway," Paris smiled at her friend, "Jess asked me out."
Rory squealed, "Shut up! He did not!"
Paris smiled too, "He did! And I was so surprised because I didn't even expect it. I mean, I liked him, but I never thought he liked me."
"I knew he would. If I didn't think you were perfect for each other then I wouldn't have introduced you. Opposites attract, remember that."
Paris bit her lip, "So, have you talked to Lane about Henry?"
"Yes, and she's totally blown away by how perfect he is, and she loves that he's not obsessed with tradition."
"We should probably get Henry as the third person in our group for this project and I was talking to Jess and you know, we still don't really know each other yet and seeing as how you know both of us and we have never been on a date before, well actually I've never been on a date before. We were wondering if you might want to double with us and bring the guy of your choice so we could break the ice easier. Because you know, Madeline and Louise aren't that reliable when it comes to projects." she said all in one breath, leaving Rory staring at her.
"Um, sure on the group, but no on the date."
"Uh! Rory! Come on! You haven't done anything with us all week. Forget about Dean and let's go."
"I don't know. Take Blake and Madeline. Blake knows both of you too."
"Yeah, but I don't want Blake to go, I want you to. Come on, please!"
"Paris, I'm not asking a guy out."
"Fine, I'll do it for you."
"No. You're not asking a guy out for me."
"Fine, I'll get Jess to ask one of his friends."
"From Stars Hollow?"
"No. From Chilton."
"Jess has friends from Chilton?"
"Yeah, he was talking to a bunch of people at that party."
"Wow. He's usually Mister Anti-Social."
"Not there."
"Fine, get Jess to do it. But not Tristan. Please not Tristan."
"Do you really think that Jess would choose Tristan?"
"I guess not."
"I don't think so either." She cast a glance at Rory, "Um, while we're on the subject, you know I've never been on a date before, so I've never needed the clothes. So I was just wondering, you know, um, what size are you?"
"Four." she said, leaning back and smiling.
"Oh my God Rory, I love you!" Paris screamed, jumping on her friend.
Rory laughed, "Okay, come on. We have to find something for you to wear."
NEXT NIGHT, FRIDAY
Rory ran the brush through her hair one last time before looking over herself in the mirror. She had on a sheer dark red top with black trimming and bell sleeves. Her black pants also belled out at the bottom and her platform boots went up to the knee. Her hair was brushed straight and she had on only lip gloss, other makeup always annoyed her.
There was a knock on the door, "Come in." Blake pushed it opened and walked in, circling her, making sure the neckline wasn't too low and that the pants weren't too tight. What he didn't like was the top.
"Rory, no."
"Blake, yes."
"No."
"Yes."
"It's sheer!"
"Thank you master of the obvious."
"You're welcome, queen of the oblivious."
"Oh, that's nice."
"Come on, please."
"I like this shirt."
"And I'm sure the guy will too."
She laughed at her brother, "Blake, I'm fine, I'll be fine. If the guy tries to jump me then I'm sure Jess will protect me."
He groaned, "Rory!"
"Blake!"
"Please."
She put a hand on his cheek with a fake look of sadness, "No. Sorry."
He bit her hand, "Evil."
"I'm not the one who bit you." she said, rubbing her hands together.
"Well, I want to meet this guy after the date, and if I-" he was cut off by the ringing of the doorbell. Rory started to walk forward but Blake put a hand on her stomach, stopping her. "No, no, no. I'll get it. You stay here." he handed her the leather jacket that was on the floor, "Here, you'll need this. It's cold and you'll freeze to death in that top."
"Very funny!" she called to his back as he disappeared through the door.
She waited a few minuets before following him. Rory jumped down the stairs and walked over to her brother who was talking to Paris, "So, you ready Rory?" she asked, smiling widely.
Rory was surprised it was Paris and not her date, "Yeah, but um, where is he?"
She smiled, "It's a surprise."
"Right." Rory walked out the door and passed Paris, walking to Jess' car. Paris and Blake locked eyes, smirking. Rory turned around, "Coming, Paris?" she nodded and followed Rory to Jess' car. The windows were tinted to almost black. He said that it was 'To keep the stupid, nosy towns people from looking into his windows when the car was parked'. Rory went to open the back door when Paris grabbed her arm and put a blind fold over her eyes. "Hey!"
"Sorry Rory, but your date is a surprise until we get there."
"Paris!"
"Shh." she opened the door and sat Rory beside another person, she guessed they were blind folded too. Paris buckled her in. "Don't talk to each other. Just sit here. It's not a long drive. The engine started and the car moved forward. With the way Paris was acting, Rory would have thought that Tristan was beside her, but she was comforted by the fact that Jess had picked the guy. She was confident that he wouldn't pick Tristan. The radio was on and Paris was talking with Jess in the front seat, but neither person in the back was uttering a word. After ten minuets the car pulled to a stop and the engine was cut off. The two front doors opened and closed, one person walked on either side of the car before the two back doors were opened and Paris helped Rory out, while Jess pulled the guy out. The back doors were shut and Rory's blind fold was taken off.
She smiled at the sight in front of her. They were at a large theme park, "You like roller coasters, Paris?"
"Surprised?"
"Very." she kept smiling as she turned to face the blond, "So, who's the guy?"
Paris began to lead her around to the back of the car, "Now remember, I had nothing to do with the choice, it was all Jess, not me."
"Okay. I'm getting the feeling I won't like him. What's wrong with him?"
"Well, let's just say you wouldn't expect him."
"Oh no, please tell me you didn't-" Rory groaned as she saw Jess leading a boy from the other side of the car, "Tristan."
She heard him say her name in the same tone as she'd said his. Tristan must have been having a similar conversation with Jess. She turned around, "Paris!"
"Jess!" Tristan did the same.
"Hey, you two have to talk." Paris turned Rory around and Jess turned Tristan. They pushed them together and Jess handed each of them a ticket.
"Meet us back at the car at eleven thirty. That's when they close." Jess and Paris walked away, leaving Rory and Tristan standing there.
Rory stared at their backs in shock, "You didn't really need me to 'break the ice' did you?" she yelled at their backs, ten yards away. Paris turned and shook her head before turning back to Jess.
"Great." Tristan groaned, "Great."
Rory rolled her eyes, "Oh yeah, you're stuck with me for three and a half hours. It must completely suck."
"No. It's just that you're mad at me that sucks. If you weren't mad at me then this would be awesome. But in our present relationship, this situation sucks."
"Well I totally agree."
"At least we agree on something."
"Come on, let's just go inside." she said, grabbing his arm and walking to the entrance.
JESS AND PARIS
"So, do you think they've started talking yet?" Jess asked as they stood in line.
"I'm guessing they fought a few minuets ago, talked about how fighting sucks, decided to go in, and now they're walking through the park in silence. With the occasional insult, of course."
"Of course."
"Yes."
"You think so?"
"I do."
"Really?"
"Yes, really."
"I wouldn't doubt it."
"And now they're probably about to ride something, not talking to each other, but when they get off, Rory will grab Tristan's hand, ending the week long fight. And before the night is over, one will break and kiss the other."
"WHAT!?" Jess yelled, turning to her, "No one said anything about them kissing!"
"Don't worry about it."
"Yeah, I'm gonna worry. Tristan is my friend, but Rory is like a sister and if-" Jess was cut off by Paris grabbing his face and kissing him gently. She pulled back, just as surprised as him.
"You're good at that." he said, shocked.
"Thank you." Paris blushed.
"Okay, you guys go in the first row..." the man running the ride waved them through.
Paris sat and pulled down the restraint, buckling her belt to it. Jess did the same, he turned to face her, "Ready?"
She smiled, taking his hand, "Ready."
RORY AND TRISTAN
They stood in line for the first ride in the park when Rory jumped up. "What?" Tristan asked upon her moving.
"I thought I saw Jess and Paris."
"Yeah, I wouldn't be surprised. They came in right before us and this IS the first ride." he said, rolling his eyes.
"Oh, shut up."
"No."
"Damn Tristan, what did I ever do to you?"
"You haven't talked to me in a week."
"What? You haven't talked to me!"
"What the hell Rory? I've called you three times and you've never called back!"
"I wasn't home!"
"Yeah, well guess what? There's this thing called an answering machine! I left a message every time, but you never called back!"
"I was busy."
"You've been busy for a week?"
"Yes." she growled, turning away from him.
"Rory!" her head snapped up.
"Paris! Hey!" Paris and Jess were on the other side, they'd just gotten off.
"Okay, would you two please go in the third row?" the man asked. Rory and Tristan walked through and buckled themselves in.
Rory bit her lip and smiled, the first roller coaster always made her queasy. "Ready?"
Tristan nodded, "Ready." he said as they began to move forward.
After the ride was over Rory stood up, running her fingers through her hair. Tristan smirked as she did. "What?"
"You do that a lot."
"What?"
"Run your fingers through your hair. You always worry that it looks bad, but it never does."
She smiled, "Thanks." He nodded and wrapped his arm around her waist loosely, walking to the next ride. Rory looked up at him, biting her lip again. "Tristan,"
"Hm?"
"I-I'm sorry."
"About what?"
"Ignoring you for a week. It wasn't fair. I was mad that you were right about Dean and it wasn't fair for me to be a jerk just because you were worried about me."
He shook his head, "Forget about it." she nodded and looked forward. They walked in silence until he asked, "Did you mean it?"
"Mean what?" she stopped walking and turned to face him.
"What you said at the party, you keep thinking about me, how you've never had anyone consume your every thought, when Dean said he loved you that you were thinking about me." he walked forward, backing her into a wall.
Her back met the cold stone and she looked up into his eyes, whispering, "Every word."
Tristan leaned down so their lips were inches apart, "Good." he captured her lips in a slow kiss. Rory's hands grabbed at the front of his shirt. One of his hands rested on her hip and the other touch her face gently, his fingers ran over her cheek until they were resting in her hair and his palm was covering her ear. He ran his tongue over her bottom lip gently and she opened her mouth, inviting him in. Their lips moved together slowly and a shock ran over her spine like she'd never felt with Dean. Tristan deepened the kiss, and she pulled him closer.
Rory broke away after a few minuets, her lips still tingling dully as Tristan whispered, "Because I feel the same."
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Ever since I saw your face
Nothing in my life has been the same
I walk around just saying your name
Without you my world would end
I looked around this whole damn place
And everything says you were meant to be
My girlfriend
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