Hey here's the next chapter. Hey i'm sorry it took so long to update even though it's been less then two weeks. It's just things have been crazy with my beta but there's another chapter in the writing now so expect it in another week or two. Hope you like this one and don't worry Tristan and Rory will get together soon.
The days passed quickly, all the while Tristan and Rory grew closer.
Tristan for the past few days had been sleeping over at the girl's apartment. He even had his own clothes drawer. It was the 21st already, the day of the Black and White Gala. Tristan and Rory had agreed to go together, just as friends this time though.
Two hours before the event, Tristan and Rory were getting a cup of coffee before they planned to split up so they could get ready.
They were standing in line, and both had ordered their usuals. They received their drinks and they put it on their tab. They had decided that they would each pay for half the tab that way Tristan could still pay for some of Rory's coffee and Rory could still pay.
They got out of line before Tristan announced that he needed to grab something from his Political Science teacher, who was in a classroom in the next building over. She nodded in agreement, as he took off. She found a bench and sat down to wait for Tristan while sipping her coffee.
Logan was walking up and saw her on the bench. He smirked at the sight of her and made his way over. Lost in thought, she still hadn't noticed him until he sat down next to her and started talking.
"Hey Ace!" He said, announcing his presence.
"What do you want Huntzburger?" She said glaring.
"No need to be hostile!" He replied smugly.
"Actually there is a need." She countered.
"And what would they be?" He asked, knowing that he was just pushing her buttons.
"You broke up with me!" She said harshly. His smirk immediately faded.
"My parents made me!" He defended weakly.
"Well then you're a really weak boy if you still let your parents dictate your life, Logan your 21. Grow up!" She criticized. She quickly stood up, looking at the Political Science building seeing Tristan coming out the door.
"Where are you going?" Logan demanded, once she stood up, trying to make out the figure she was watching.
"Not that it's any of your business, but I have a social event to get ready for!" She spat out before turning on her heel and walking away, but not before catching Tristan's eye, shaking her head, and motioning for him to follow her. Tristan glanced over at the blonde on the bench before catching up with Rory.
Rory started walking back to her apartment and got in the door before Tristan came in too.
"What was that about?" Tristan asked, concerned about her sudden, sullen attitude.
"That was Logan. He was trying to be nice to me after he broke up with me." Rory explained.
"Oh, the infamous Logan." Tristan said before stating, "You know that he is just a slightly more mature version of high school me, right?" Rory chuckled mirthlessly.
"I know, and I guess that's why I dated him." Rory said softly.
Tristan just nodded. "Well I should be going I have to get ready for the Gala, I'll be back at 7 to pick you up." He finally said before walking out the door.
Rory smiled before turning to her room and started preparing herself for tonight.
Meanwhile, four blocks away, Logan was making a phone call.
"Hello, Huntzberger Residence, Shira speaking." Shira answered the phone.
"Mother, what events are happening tonight?" Logan asked.
"The Black and White Gala, which, we weren't invited to!" She said spitefully.
"Thanks." Logan said before hanging up.
"What in the world would she be doing there?" Logan asked himself.
At 7:10 on the dot the doorbell rang.
"You're late!" Paris said when she opened it.
"Yes but Gilmore code states that all dates have to show up late so they can have extra time to get ready." Tristan stated knowingly.
"It does." She agreed, before sitting on the couch and watching C-Span.
Rory walked out of her room looking perfect. Her dress fit perfectly and her hair was up with two curled tendrils cascaded down each side of her face. She had a white sparkle clutch in her hands that were covered by elbow length gloves.
"Ready?" Tristan asked extending his arm for her to take.
She picked up her coat before nodding and placing her hand in the crook of his arm.
They wished Paris a goodnight, exited the apartment and made their way to his car.
"You look really good in a tux you know that?" Rory laughed as they went outside into the breezy late summer air.
"I do don't I?" He replied cockily.
"Ladies and gentleman the man with the hugest ego on the planet, give him a hand!" Rory mocked, in an announcer's voice.
Tristan smiled before opening up the door to his Hummer and helping Rory inside, before shutting it and rounding the front to get in on his side.
"Ok, so this thing is supposedly held at the country club, so where the heck is that?" She asked.
"You're part of high society and you don't know!" He gasped playfully.
"I'm new at this!" She defended herself.
"You are." He nodded before accelerating the car down the freeway.
They arrived there just in time and the valet took the car as Tristan and Rory walked arm in arm through the crowd of paparazzi into the ballroom.
They walked in gracefully, looking like the picture perfect society couple.
Everyone started whispering as they made their way through the crowd.
They quickly went to the bar to grab a couple of drinks. Rum and Coke for Tristan and a Chocolate Martini for Rory.
They sat down at their assigned seats and finished up their drinks before a song started up. Tristan glanced at her expectantly. She nodded, smiling and took his hand as they made their way to the dance floor. He gracefully spun her around on the dance floor to Elvis, 'I Can't Help Falling in Love with You.'
"So you think this should be our song?" He asked half jokingly, looking into her eyes.
"I think it should." She agreed, smiling cheekily.
They danced through the song but right before the song ended Tristan decided to be spontaneous. So he dipped her causing her to laugh in surprise. While she was caught off guard, he kissed her.
Rory wrapped her arms around his neck, and Tristan held her close, pulling her up with him as he stood up straight. They got so lost in the kiss that they didn't notice that the song had ended and they were brought out of their little world by the applause that surrounded them.
They slowly broke apart and Rory blushed a deep red.
"Come on Mare, it's nothing to be embarrassed about." He chuckled.
"Maybe not to you!" She joked before taking Tristan's hand and walking off the dance floor.
They sat down in their seats before Tristan pulled something out of his pocket.
Rory looked at it and gasped.
"It's not what you think it is! I promise!" He said quickly, knowing Rory would be freaked out if he proposed this early in their new relationship.
"I would hope not because we've only known each other for a week." She laughed nervously.
"Actually we've known each other for 5 years." He corrected, smirking.
"Well technically, I guess you're right." She acquiesced.
"Well enough about that. Will you, Mary Hayden be my girlfriend?"
He questioned with hopeful eyes.
"It's Rory, but yes I will." She agreed slipping the ring on her finger. It was a platinum band with a sapphire gem on it. "Why the sapphire?" She asked, after admiring her gift.
"It matched your eyes." He said simply before kissing her.
"Well I hope you know that you're wearing a ring too! If I'm marked as your girlfriend, you better be marked as my boyfriend." She said seriously.
"Got that all covered!" He laughed, before pulling out a matching platinum band and showing it to her. He pointed something out on the inside of the ring.
"It's engraved!" Rory said before reading it out loud. 'Mary's boyfriend'.
"That's what I am!" He said. "Yours is engraved too."
Rory pulled off the ring and it was indeed engraved. 'Tristan's Mary'
"I hope you know I'm not a Mary anymore" Rory said, softly, unsure of what he would think.
"I know, but you'll always be my Mary" He said, stressing the word my, before placing a kiss to her forehead.
"How long have you had these?" Rory wondered.
"Well I wore them around my neck ever since PJ Harvey." Tristan admitted to her, showing her the ring less chain that was hanging around his neck. Although it had pendant that intrigued her but she decided to hold off on asking.
"Yah well, I think we've given the social gossipers enough to talk about, so let's make our grand escape!" She joked, standing up and taking Tristan's hand, then plowing through the crowd. She walked out of the club letting Tristan catch up with her. Tristan wrapped an arm around her, as held out her hand admiring her ring, skillfully giving the photographers a perfect shot of it. The Hummer had already been brought up and before Tristan shut her door she said loud enough for the paparazzi to hear, "We aren't engaged and we aren't married, so if any of you write that in your magazines tomorrow I'll make sure you never write again!" Although it sounded like a threat, Rory smiled sweetly, as she shut her door.
Rory knew what they thought, and she wanted to clear any rumors before they started. She didn't want anyone saying anything to the effect that Tristan married her for her money. It wasn't true and she didn't want people thinking that.
Tristan smirked as he got in on his side.
"You act like you've done this your entire life!" He laughed.
"I'm trying my best!" She said before sighing and looking at the ring once more.
They got back to the apartment and Rory invited Tristan to just spend the night. He already had clothes there, and they could watch a movie or something.
Tristan grabbed some junk food from the kitchen and set everything out as Rory got changed.
When Rory, came out, looking much more comfortable in her jeans,
Tristan went in to change, while she finished setting up. She pulled out a blanket and picked the movie.
She was trailing her finger down the vast selection of movies she had before stopping on one and pulling it out, just as the door behind her opened.
Tristan walked out in jeans and a t-shirt and sat down on the couch and watched as Rory turned around and presented the movie.
"In likeness to our night, for your viewing pleasure, 'Pretty in Pink!'" Rory announced before popping in the movie and sitting on the couch. He just chuckled at her antics. She snuggled up to him before pressing play on the remote.
The movie was almost done when Paris burst into the room. She looked at their hands before shrieking. "Tell me it's not true!"
"Is what not true?" Rory asked, an eyebrow raised in confusion.
"You're engaged!" Paris said picking up Rory's hand.
"No I'm not!" Rory said withdrawing her hand and placing it in her lap.
"Well my mother called me up and asked if it was true." Paris said, clearly relieved that her mother was wrong.
"Well it isn't, I'm his girlfriend not his fiancé, Paris!" Rory said, slightly irritated.
"Hello! Right here!" Tristan said waving his free hand in the air, and pointing to himself.
"Oh ok!" Paris said before pulling out her phone. "It's ok I'll clear this up with my mother, right?"
Tristan and Rory nodded.
Paris got up and rushed into her room, shutting it closed behind her.
"Well that was odd." Rory deadpanned, staring at the shut door.
"Paris is always odd." Tristan said, in the same tone, staring at the same door.
They turned to each other, then shrugged, and finished watching their movie.
Hey here's the next chapter, shorter then the last two but I liked it.