A/N:Hey! Sorry about the lack of updates.Btw, Tristan and Rory have now secretly been seeing each other for quite a time. Enjoy and remember to review!!!

"It's the only way, Mar." Tristan said and caressed her hand.

"I know. I just feel so awkward." Rory answered and looked down at her feet. They were standing besides her locker and going over the plan once more.

"They will find out sooner or later. Sooner more likely than later." Tristan said in a hushed voice.

"Then I guess this is inevitable." Rory sighed. "I'm ready, let's do this."

They walked to the middle of the hallway and stood there for awhile. Then out of nowhere, Tristan's lips collided with hers. The kiss left her senseless and gasping for air, while Tristan was smirking to the shocked students.

"Everyone, meet my girlfriend, Rory Gilmore." Tristan announced and put his hand around Rory's waist.

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"So now I'm publically your girlfriend." Rory said to him at the school parking lot, smiling at him.

"Having Second thoughts?" Tristan asked, not sure where the conversation was heading.

"No. I just wasn't sure if you wanted the entire school to know we're together." Rory said.

"Normally I wouldn't." Tristan shrugged.

"Well why is this time different?" Rory asked.

"You ask a lot of questions!" Tristan grinned at her.

"If you'd answer some of them, then maybe I wouldn't have to!" Rory retorted.

Tristan paused to think about his answer and finally spoke: "No one else ever deserved to be called my girlfriend."

Rory stayed silent and pondered his answer. "Huh."

Tristan laughed and pulled her to him. She smiled against his lips. Everything was perfect.

The next day at school, everyone was buzzing about the school's hottest couple. Rory was trying to walk to her locker, which proved to be a difficult task when all of a sudden, everyone decided to be her best friend at the same time.

"Could all the nerds please move 10 feet away from the freak of nature!" Someone screamed and Rory turned to see who had scared everyone away.

"Paris…Was it really necessary to call me a freak of nature and the other students, nerds? You do get points for the imaginative example, though." Rory greeted her editor.

"Whatever, I don't have time for small talk. I heard that Finn might have told you something, is that correct?" Paris demanded to know.

"Do you mean the margarita recipe? Tell him thanks, because those margaritas rock!" Rory said sarcastically. Why couldn't Paris just come out and say it? Why was she so ashamed?

Paris rolled her eyes. "You know exactly what I mean. Did he say anything about me…and him?" Paris asked, looking around to see if someone was eavesdropping.

"Maybe. He might have mentioned something about you two being in a relationship, you being ashamed of him and him being crazy about you. Not sure. Again, thank you for the margaritas." Rory said, finding the situation humouring.

"Okay fine. Some of that might be true. Just don't tell anyone, okay?" Paris asked nervously. The girl who could usually scare anyone was now scared.

"It's not my place to tell. You should do it yourself. If you really like him, than you shouldn't have to hide him. Trust me, it feels better when you don't have to keep secrets." Rory said knowingly.

"Easy for you to say." Paris snorted. Rory raised her eyebrows. She was definitely not expecting that reaction. But then again, what could you really expect from Paris?

"Excuse me?" Rory said, surprised. She couldn't believe this girl.

"You're the perfect girl with the perfect boyfriend and the perfect life. You don't have to hear stories about your boyfriend stripping or dressing up as a drag queen at someone's birthday! I have a reputation and I can't afford to ruin it!" Paris said and stormed away.

Rory stood there for a moment, thinking about what Paris said. She was confused. Was her life really that perfect? Was it supposed to be perfect and if not, would everything come crashing down?

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"So when is lover boy coming? And when will the canoodling start?" Lorelai cooed.

Rory rolled her eyes. "He should be here in ten minutes. And don't say "canoodling" in front of him."

"Fine. Be boring. Why are you being so gloomy anyways?" Lorelai asked. Something was bothering her daughter and she would find out what it was.

"Nothing. It's just…Am I perfect?" Rory asked, suddenly realizing how stupid the question was.

"So let me get this straight. You're worried about being perfect?" Lorelai asked, deeply confused by the question.

"I told you it was nothing. I've just been thinking that maybe I'm too perfect. So perfect that it gets boring." Rory confessed.

Lorelai was shocked. Rory had always been confident about herself, but now something was different.

"Who gave you that idea?" Lorelai asked. Rory couldn't have come up with this all by herself.

"No one. I just feel like people will get bored of me. Like they'll find someone more interesting." Rory fiddled with her fingers.

Lorelai was beginning to put the pieces together. "People or Tristan, honey?"

A single tear fell down Rory's cheek. "Both."

"That's silly, sweetie." Lorelai went over to her and comforted her daughter.

"No it's not! He'll get sick of me and leave me! That's what's going to happen and I just need to accept it!" Rory practically screamed.

"You don't know that. You at least need to give him a chance to like you." Lorelai said soothingly.

"I really like him, mom. I'm just afraid." Rory said and wiped some of the tears away.

The doorbell rang. "Well maybe you should find out." Lorelai said.

"I should. Thanks for listening, mom. I love you." Rory said and smiled a bit.

"I love you too, hon." Lorelai smiled. Her daughter was in love but didn't know it yet.

Rory and Tristan were sitting on a park bench, making out. Rory had planned everything out; She would've had a serious conversation with Tristan and they would've figured everything out. And then she saw him, looking gorgeous as ever. She didn't want to lose him tonight. He was like a drug and she was a junkie.

Rory pulled away from him for a moment.

"You're perfect." Tristan said.

"Don't say that." Rory said and felt the tears forming again.

"Why not?" Tristan asked. He was beginning to get worried.

"Because you don't mean it." Rory answered quietly as the tears started to stream.

"But I do." Tristan said desperately.

"Do you? I mean, I'm not as pretty as Summer, as smart as Paris or as flamboyant as Louise! So why me?" Rory asked, looking straight at him.

"I honestly don't know. The old Tristan would never have even glanced at you, but you did something to me. I'm different. You shouldn't feel threatened or insecure, because every day I think that you'll get sick of my cockiness and find someone else. All I need to know is that you feel the same way as I do." Tristan said, his breath tickling her skin.

"How do you feel?" Rory asked curious. This was it.

Tristan just looked at her for a moment and then smiled. "I love you."

"Oh." Was all that Rory could come up with. She was so nervous.

"Do you feel the same way?" Tristan urged.

Rory took an equally long pause before answering.

"I do."