Chapter 10

"Pop the next movie in as I go get some more jelly-beans," mom said over her shoulder as she walked towards the kitchen.

"Okay…" I said getting up and ejecting the movie from the DVD player. "Godfather or Scarface?" I asked the Devil as he comfortably lay on my couch.

"Godfather," he answered. "You're not still mad at me, are you?" He smiled a cheeky smile.

"No… Of course not," I said dramatically, "How can I be mad at the conniving 'master'?" I sarcastically told him and then took a seat on the floor in front of where he was lying.

"You're catching on, Mary," he said as he softly stroked the top of my head.

"Alright, press play," Mom said as she walked in with a bowl full of jelly-beans.

But before she got the chance to sit down, the phone rang.

"I'll get it," she said. "Hello?" she answered.

"Hi mom…" My mom looked over at us and rolled her eyes. "Yes, we're still coming to dinner tomorrow. Why wouldn't we?"

Grandma must have said something ridiculous because mom rolled her eyes and pretended she was yawning.

She then covered the bottom piece of the phone and said, "Could you please get me another cup of coffee, Tristan."

"Sure Lorelai," he said standing and going into the kitchen.

Mom's attention went back to the phone, "yes, mom Tristan is here."

Mom's eyes bugged out, "Mother! I am not having an affair with Tristan!"

I automatically burst out laughing after seeing the horrified look on my mother's face.

"I invited Tristan to watch some movies after he dropped Rory off from school," I heard mom explain.

Walking into the living room, Tristan gave my mom the cup of coffee and sat back down on the couch.

"All the Gilmore girls want me," he smirked.

"You're disgusting," I told him.

"Mom I don't think he'd want to – Because the kid does have a life—Fine, I'll ask him—Tristan, my mother wants to know if you'd want to come to dinner with us tomorrow at their house."

"Yeah, sure," he smiled and once my mom started talking to grandma again, he turned to me and smirked.

Evil boy.

"Okay, see you tomorrow at seven…bye."

"So you two have dinner every Friday at your parent's house?" Tristan asked.

"Unfortunately," mom said as she retook her seat, "And sorry you got dragged into it."

"No problem," he smiled, "the last one I went to was eventful," he said sending me a sly smile.

"I'm sure it was," she said not believing him. "And I can't believe she said I was having an affair."

"That was funny," I laughed.

"That woman is unbelievable!"

"Ring the bell," she told me.

"No you ring it."

"Just ring the bell."

"If it's so easy…you ring it."

"No, you."

"Why do I have to do it?"

"Because I said so?" she asked rather than stated.

"Does this occur every time?" Tristan asked from behind us.

"Pretty much—now ring it."

"You're older you do it—"

"By only sixteen years."

Out of nowhere, Tristan's hand comes between us and rings the bell. We both turn to him with shocked expression on our faces.

"I didn't want to stay out here all night… I'm hungry," he sheepishly said.

"Foolish, foolish boy," mom shakes her head sadly.

"Crazy," Was all I had to say.

"Sorry?" He tried to offer before the big wooden door swung open.

"Hello Lorelai, Rory…and Tristan," Grandma broadly smiled, "it's a pleasure to have you over again."

"It's a pleasure to be here," he smoothly replied.

"Oh he's good," Mom whispered to me.

"Let's all head into the sitting area for some drinks," Grandma said as she led the way.

"Heil Hitler," Mom saluted as we followed.

Grandma shot her a dirty look.

After we all sat down, Grandpa walked in, "Sorry everyone, I was just on a long distance phone call."

"God?" mom asked.

"London," Grandpa replied.

"God lives in London?"

"My mother lives in London."

"Your mother is God?"

"Lorelai," Grandma said annoyed.

"So God is a woman…" mom said.

"Lorelai," Grandpa said trying to make her stop.

"And a relative, that's so cool. I'm gonna totally ask for favors," mom continued excitedly.

"Make her stop," Grandpa practically begged me.

"If only I could," I sadly replied.

"Hey Tristan, do you have any omnipotent relatives?" mom curiously asked, "Because God is my grandmother."

"I've been told that I've descended from a Greek God," Tristan said playing along.

"Oh dear Jesus, don't add to the madness," Grandma exaggerated.

"So cool…" mom said, "I was named after God you know."

"Well tonight was eventful," mom said as we stepped out of the house.

"Isn't it always?" I told her. "But was it really necessary for you to put jell-o in your water and blame it on the maid?"

"I was bored?" Mom lamely replied, "Besides I didn't like this one…Mom's now going to fire her and get a new. Fresh meat to torture," she evilly grins at the thought.

"You're evil."

"I try."

"If you're evil does that mean God is evil?" Tristan asked.

"No, I got my evilness from my mom's side…God is from my Dad's side," Mom casually explained.

"I see – I still can't believe you're related to God."

"I know," Mom smiled. "Well the night is young --- you two go away."

"Are you sure?" Tristan asked.

"Yeah, there's nothing to do at home, so…"

"Its okay mom--" I tried to protest but was cut off.

"I'll have her home at a reasonable hour," Tristan said as he led me towards his Porsche.

After he opened the door for me, I sat in the passenger seat, but before he closed it he said, "I do believe I have some winnings to collect from a previous bet," he smirked.

AN: I know…no smut, but trust me when I say that next chapter will be juicy!

I just wanted to show how Tristan is slowly getting closer to the Gilmore family.

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