Disclaimer: Nope, Gilmore Girls still isn't mine, and neither are the characters or places.

Song References: Fortunate Fool is a Jack Johnson song on his album Brushfire Fairytales.

A/N: Thanks again for your super duper reviews. They made me happy even though it's hot and I'm sunburned and crabby. This one isa little short...I hope you enjoy.

photobooth romance: Hello again, thanks for your review. About the Rory being in love with Dean: Rory thinks she's in love with Dean. She said so during the Season Five finale when they slept together and she told Lane before she left for Europe with Emily. But is she just caught up in it all? I mean, I think we all doubted that she was truly in love with this guy even while she was saying it on the show. But she does think she is, it seems to be the only thing that justifies her actions. So we'll just have to see where her confused little heart leads her...

Chapter Seven: Bed and Breakfast

She knows the world is just her stage
And so she'll never misbehave
She gives thanks for what they gave her
Man, they practically made her
Into a mmm

She's the one that stumbles when she talks about
The seven foreign films that she's checked out
Such a fortunate fool
She's just too good to be true
She's such a fortunate fool
She's just so mmm
--Jack Johnson

"Well good morning Mary."

"Ugh, it's too early, go away."

"Au contraire, it's twelve in the afternoon."

"Yes, but we went to bed at five in the morning. That means that I only got nine hours of sleep."

"Seven."

"Ugh, even a better reason to make you get out of here so I can go back to sleep."

Tristan crossed the room and set the tray of food he was carrying on the foot of her bed.

"How did you get in here?"

"Your grandmother."

"What ever happened to privacy?"

"Come on, I brought coffee for you Mare."

Rory opened one eye.

"Or maybe I should call you Maggie."

"Maggie?"

"I mean, Mary doesn't exactly suit you anymore."

"What the hell are you talking about?" Rory asked groggily.

"Well, when I met you, you were young, sweet, innocent, a virgin Mary, if you will."

"Thank you for the definition, but I think I figured out the story behind your dumb little name a long time ago."

"Ah, long sentences, you're waking up."

"Just hand me the coffee."

Tristan obliged and continued. "But now I can't really call you Mary anymore, being that you are no longer a virgin."

"What?" Rory cried, fully awake now.

"Don't act so incensed Maggie. I'm simply stating the facts. It's nothing to be ashamed of. Hell, I haven't been a virgin since-"

"What did I tell you last night?" Rory asked sharply, interrupting him.

"Hmm, the real question is was your precious little bag boy a virgin when he got married, or was the whole little affair just slipping back into old habits."

"Oh my God," Rory whispered, leaning back against her pillows, covering her face with her hands.

"I guess the particulars don't really matter for the purpose of this conversation," Tristan added. "Whether it was a first time thing or just getting back together sex, it makes you more of a Mary Magdalene than a Virgin Mary. But I find Magdalene to be a bit of a mouthful, so I think I'll just call you Maggie."

"Why are you calling me Magdalene?"

"Were you too busy thinking of Dean to be following my explanation?"

Rory ignored his comment about Dean. "I just don't understand why you're calling me Mary Magdalene. Didn't you read the Da Vinci Code? It turns out that she wasn't all that bad."

"I am open to that possibility. However, for arguments sake, we'll use the age old interpretation of her character and I'll just call you Maggie."

"No!"

"Mags?"

"Magdalene's first name was Mary too you know."

"So you want me to call you Mary?"

"I want you to call me Rory, but if you must give me a nickname, I prefer Mary over Maggie."

"How about Mary Mags?"

"No!"

Tristan moved from the edge of the bed and settled next to her against the pillows. He picked up her plate of bacon and began munching happily on the crispy strips. "So who's Jess?" he asked as he chewed.

Rory sighed. "I don't want to talk about any of this with you."

"If you don't tell me I'll just bug you forever."

Rory sipped her coffee and considered his threat. She believed in the validity of the statement. "I dated Jess in my senior year."

"So you broke up with Dean for him?"

"Dean broke up with me because of him."

"Ah, so he caught you cheating."

"He didn't catch me, no."

"But you did cheat."

Rory glared at him. "Mary, Mary, Mary," Tristan said, shaking his head. "You really aren't all that sweet after all."

"I just kissed him once."

"I think I'm sensing a pattern here," Tristan said, reaching for a slice of toast. "You date Dean, you kiss me--"

"We were broken up!"

"-and then you ran away. Then you get back with Dean, kiss Jess, and let me guess, you ran away?"

"It was a mandatory summer retreat for the Chilton student body representatives."

Tristan laughed. "Then Dean figures out you cheated, dumps you, you hook up with Jess and then cheat on Jess with Dean?"

"No," Rory said coolly. "Jess left town without saying goodbye and I was alone for a year. Then they both came back into my life at the same time and I chose Dean over Jess."

"So you chose to cheat, again. And then you ran away to Europe."

"You're making me sound like a slut who cannot handle her problems."

"You said it, not me."

"Tristan!"

"And I like to think that I started it all. After all, I was the first person you cheated with."

She shot him another glare. "And you know what," she said, jerking the plate out of his hands, "stop eating my bacon!"