Author's note: Um, yes, I'm back. This lovely little chapter is for K (the mini-me, my sister) who is in love with the idea of being best friends with a guy and falling for him. Don't ask me why--she's only seen me do it, and now my best friend and I don't even speak to each other because I hate him, and visa versa--but she does. Sorry it's so short--I just wanted to put this in here by itself because it makes more sense, instead of grouping it with other scenes. Review at the end, por favor! Read on--Annest
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Tristan sat at his desk, looking down to the first floor--the "bullpen," as his seceratary called it--of Dugrey & Gilmore. He glanced at the office across from his occasionally, where Rory paced, easily seen through the glass wall. Her phone was up to her ear and she was talking animatedly, throwing wild gestures around and stomping her right foot every once and a while. Tristan grinned--she must've been talking to Lorelei.
"If I were just pick up the phone and click in on a conference call........Rory wouldn't notice. She never does," he mused to his empty office. The mischeivous gleam in his eyes was definitely a bad sign--Tristan deftly reached across his desk and grabbed the phone, putting it up to his ear and clicking the "conference" button softly. He held his breath, and thankfully Rory was in the middle of a loud rant.
"--but it was soooo stupid! Who does he think he is, anyway? It's not as if he can't control me in the first place!"
"I don't think he wants to, Rory. Although, being the business-partner-formally-known-as-the-devil, it could always be a closet possibility."
"Mom, he drives me insane! He came into my office yesterday after a staff meeting--because we had to discuss the new account--and starts off by being controlling and masogynistic and just overall egotistically disgusting."
On his silent end of the phone, Tristan balked with mock consternation, but he smiled.
"Ah huh."
"What? What is that? 'Ah huh'" Rory mocked her mother.
"It was an 'ah huh', oh Mini-Me," Lorelei answered.
"And what kind of an 'ah huh' was it?" Tristan barely contained his laughter. It doesn't get any crazier...he thought.
"So, what happened in your office, Ror?"
"He yelled at me."
"Agh! Obviously, that's his capital offense. Call out the guard. A man has yelled at my daughter. MY daughter!"
"Mom!!!"
"Somehow, Rory Gilmore, I think he wasn't the only one yelling..."
"Well...yeah..." Rory interjected in a small voice.
"...and that that wasn't the only problem, either."
"It was!"
"Yeah right."
"Was!"
"Was not!"
"Was too!"
"Was not!"
"Was too!"
"Was not!"
"Fine! I kissed him! He yelled at me, and I yelled at him, and then I kissed him! And it was a damn good kiss! And it took all that I have inside of me to walk away from him, because he kissed me back, and...my god."
"Mmhm. And when were you going to tell me about what happened between you guys in Chicago?"
Tristan jumped in his chair, and he saw Rory jolt.
"What? How did you know about that?" Rory asked her mother.
"Well it was kind of obvious. Something had to have happened--you've been pissed at him ever since you got back from that business trip."
"Only because he's stupid."
"Or he kissed you. Or you just got it on."
"Mom!"
"My god, Rory, there's no harm in asking! Did you sleep with Tristan?"
"Why in god's name would I sleep with Tristan?"
"Because you're in love with him."
"I didn't tell you that, either!"
"Well are you?"
"That's not the point, mom."
"So you are, huh?" Lorelei asked in a sympathetic voice.
"I...well, I wish I weren't."
"Why?"
"Because he doesn't love me back."
"Oh, honey..."
"And because he's a bastard."
Lorelei laughed. "That's my girl!"
Tristan placed the phone gently placed the phone back in its cradle, shocked.
"It doesn't get any crazier..." he repeated aloud. "And I have GOT to stop talking to myself."
In his mind, the sentence rang over and over. "I...well, I wish I weren't."
Rory was in love with him.
It was enough to make a man fall over.
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Tristan sat at his desk, looking down to the first floor--the "bullpen," as his seceratary called it--of Dugrey & Gilmore. He glanced at the office across from his occasionally, where Rory paced, easily seen through the glass wall. Her phone was up to her ear and she was talking animatedly, throwing wild gestures around and stomping her right foot every once and a while. Tristan grinned--she must've been talking to Lorelei.
"If I were just pick up the phone and click in on a conference call........Rory wouldn't notice. She never does," he mused to his empty office. The mischeivous gleam in his eyes was definitely a bad sign--Tristan deftly reached across his desk and grabbed the phone, putting it up to his ear and clicking the "conference" button softly. He held his breath, and thankfully Rory was in the middle of a loud rant.
"--but it was soooo stupid! Who does he think he is, anyway? It's not as if he can't control me in the first place!"
"I don't think he wants to, Rory. Although, being the business-partner-formally-known-as-the-devil, it could always be a closet possibility."
"Mom, he drives me insane! He came into my office yesterday after a staff meeting--because we had to discuss the new account--and starts off by being controlling and masogynistic and just overall egotistically disgusting."
On his silent end of the phone, Tristan balked with mock consternation, but he smiled.
"Ah huh."
"What? What is that? 'Ah huh'" Rory mocked her mother.
"It was an 'ah huh', oh Mini-Me," Lorelei answered.
"And what kind of an 'ah huh' was it?" Tristan barely contained his laughter. It doesn't get any crazier...he thought.
"So, what happened in your office, Ror?"
"He yelled at me."
"Agh! Obviously, that's his capital offense. Call out the guard. A man has yelled at my daughter. MY daughter!"
"Mom!!!"
"Somehow, Rory Gilmore, I think he wasn't the only one yelling..."
"Well...yeah..." Rory interjected in a small voice.
"...and that that wasn't the only problem, either."
"It was!"
"Yeah right."
"Was!"
"Was not!"
"Was too!"
"Was not!"
"Was too!"
"Was not!"
"Fine! I kissed him! He yelled at me, and I yelled at him, and then I kissed him! And it was a damn good kiss! And it took all that I have inside of me to walk away from him, because he kissed me back, and...my god."
"Mmhm. And when were you going to tell me about what happened between you guys in Chicago?"
Tristan jumped in his chair, and he saw Rory jolt.
"What? How did you know about that?" Rory asked her mother.
"Well it was kind of obvious. Something had to have happened--you've been pissed at him ever since you got back from that business trip."
"Only because he's stupid."
"Or he kissed you. Or you just got it on."
"Mom!"
"My god, Rory, there's no harm in asking! Did you sleep with Tristan?"
"Why in god's name would I sleep with Tristan?"
"Because you're in love with him."
"I didn't tell you that, either!"
"Well are you?"
"That's not the point, mom."
"So you are, huh?" Lorelei asked in a sympathetic voice.
"I...well, I wish I weren't."
"Why?"
"Because he doesn't love me back."
"Oh, honey..."
"And because he's a bastard."
Lorelei laughed. "That's my girl!"
Tristan placed the phone gently placed the phone back in its cradle, shocked.
"It doesn't get any crazier..." he repeated aloud. "And I have GOT to stop talking to myself."
In his mind, the sentence rang over and over. "I...well, I wish I weren't."
Rory was in love with him.
It was enough to make a man fall over.