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Chapter 9Rory had just finished getting what she needed for her next class when Tristan made his way over to her.
"Hey Mary," there was a playful twinkle in his eye.
"Bibleboy," she said shutting her locker.
"Bibleboy? You haven't explained to me what that means."
"And I probably won't."
"Well you see I don't think that suits me very well."
"I think it suits you perfectly, seeing as how you use biblical insults and all," Rory clarified.
"But I believe that sexy, an Adonis, irresistible, extremely hot, and breathtaking are more accurate descriptions of me."
"Oh I agree Tristan, but conceded, egotistical, cocky, and ridiculous should be added to that list you have going on."
A smirk made its way to Tristan's lips. "Whoa, Mare. You just said you agreed with me, which means that you do think that I'm sexy, an Adonis, irresistible, extremely hot, and breathtaking."
"I never said you weren't," Rory said with a smirk of her own. "Besides, you know I cannot tell a lie."
She began making her way to her next period class, making sure to put a little extra sway to her hips in the process.
"Does this girl have any idea what she's doing to me?" Tristan thought aloud.
"I'd say she probably does," Paris said coming up from behind him. "Whatever self-control game your playing Dugrey, you should quit while your still ahead." After Paris put her two sense in, she went to class.
"Fruit of my Loins!"
"Ah Jeez mom, do you have to use that nickname," Rory asked a bit disgusted.
"Hey, I was the one in labor for numerous hours, in pain might I add, so I get to use any nickname that my heart desires."
"Always gonna use the labor card, aren't you?"
"Yes," Lorelai finalized. "So, what are you up to?"
"I'm organizing the house because kids from school are coming over to work on an English project after school today."
"Ohhh! Sounds like fun. Who's in your group?" Lorelai curiously asked.
"Paris, James and um, Tristan."
"Bibleboy?"
"Yes."
"Wait a minute, there's something you aren't telling me." A few moments passed. "Oh my god! You guys kissed!" Lorelai accused.
"Mom!"
"It's true. You and the blonde god had a tonsil hockey match!"
"How could you possibly have known that?" she asked truly amazed.
"Mother's intuition, so is he a good kisser?"
"Mom I can't talk about this now, I'm going to miss the bus."
"Wait, the bus? What happened to your car?"
"The stupid thing wont start… and 'yes' to your previous question."
"Ah-ha! I want full details when I get home missy," Lorelai playfully warned.
"Alright, alright, but I have to go now."
"Okay, bye sweetie, oh… and constantly apply chapstick to keep those full lips of yours moist."
Rolling her eyes she replied, "Bye mom."
"Bye."
After hanging up the phone, Rory made her way to the bus stop.
"So Mare, are you excited about our date tonight?" Tristan asked while draping his arm over her shoulders.
"I hardly call working on an English project, at my house, with other people a date Tristan. And if that's your idea of a date, then you're a cheap dater."
"Oh Mary how you wound me, you think so little of me, and that just hurts right here," he said pointing to his heart. "It truly, deeply hurts."
"Aww poor baby, let me kiss it to make the pain go away," Rory said while slowly getting closer to him.
"You know, my lips took a severe beating as well," he let her know.
"Really? Well let me make it better," Rory was centimeters from Tristan's lips. She was once again invading his senses. Just when she was about to press her lips to his, the bell rang. "Sorry Tris, but I'm late for class, we can continue this later," she said while pulling away and heading to class.
Tristan inwardly groaned. "I'm gonna hold you to that Mare," he shouted down the hall.
Rain sucked, especially if your car wasn't working and you had to wait for the bus outside, without an umbrella.
Rory was sitting on the bench waiting for the bus and the rain was penetrating through her clothes. To make matters worse, the wind was starting to pick up.
A few moments passed when a silver Porsche stopped in front of the bus stop, Tristan's Porsche to be more exact.
The window was rolled down, "Get in Mare," he told her over the rain.
"It's fine, I'll wait for the bus."
"That's ridiculous, we're going to the same place, and waiting for the bus is pointless, now get in."
He did have a point, so she decided to get in.
"Thanks," she said after buckling up.
"Don't mention it," he said. "Oh and by the way, my lips still kind of hurt."
"I can't take care of that right now, its too dangerous since your driving," she said playing along.
"Right, right. Of course," Tristan said while smirking. "So where's your car?"
"It's broken," she said with a pout.
Tristan gripped the starring wheel tighter; she needed to stop pouting…now. His only reply was a nod; he didn't want his voice to betray him.
They fell into a comfortable silence, but it was broken when Rory said, " Tris, be careful while driving in this weather," Rory told him, concern filling her voice.
"Don't worry Mare, I'm an excellent driver."
"I'm sure you are but—"
"I'll be careful Rory, don't worry," he honestly told her while resting his hand on hers to comfort her.
The rest of the ride to Starshollow was past in a comfortable silence and with Tristan occasionally stealing glances at Rory, to make sure she was relaxed, and to him she seemed fully comfortable, and that brought a smile to Tristan's lips.
After getting out of the car they quickly ran onto the porch to the front door.
Once inside, she shut the door.
"Hey make yourself at home while I go get changed," Rory told Tristan.
"Alright, and if you need any help, I can most definitely be of service."
"I will keep that in mind."
Rory went to her room, and began to change. She had changed into sweatpants, but hadn't put a shirt on when the phone rang, so she went to the living room in just a black bra.
"Hello," she answered.
"Hi Rory, it's Paris."
"Hey Paris," Tristan starred at Rory.
"I can't believe I'm doing this, but I can't make it tonight, the conditions outside are terrible and I'm not willing to take any chances," she explained.
"Oh its okay Paris, I understand. Don't worry about it, I'll see you tomorrow."
"Okay, bye Rory."
"Bye," Rory hung up the phone and turned to a gaping and practically drooling Tristan.
Rory couldn't help but smirk. "Um… Tris, you alright?"
"Yea," his voice cracked, he cleared it and tried again. "Yea, I'm fine…was that, um Paris?"
Rory smiled widely, "Yea that was her, she's not coming 'cause of the weather."
Once again he cleared his throat, "oh okay."
"I'll be right back," Rory told him. She went back to her room to finish getting dressed.
In the living room Tristan was taking deep breaths to calm himself, it wasn't working to his advantage. What Tristan needed right now was a cold shower.
'I've seen many girls topless, hell I've seen girls completely naked, and none of them turned me on as much as Rory just did,' Tristan thought. He couldn't believe it.
The ringing of his cell phone brought him out of his thoughts. It was James, letting him know that it was too dangerous to be driving in this weather. Tristan told him he understood. After saying their goodbyes they hung up.
Minutes later Rory walked back into the living room and Tristan let her know that James wasn't going to make it either.
"So I guess I should be getting home, since the meeting was basically cancelled," Tristan told her while making his way to the door.
Rory grabbed his arm, "Are you crazy, you are not driving in this weather."
"I'll be fine Mare, I'll drive carefully and I will call you when I get home," was it possible that she cared?
"I don't care, I'm not letting you," she told him, beginning got get anxious.
"Ror—"
She cut him off, "Whatever you have to say, save it. You are not driving in this weather, I'm not going to let something happen to you."
Tristan gently wrapped his arms around her and softly said, "Nothing is going to happen to me… I'll stay."
"Good," was her only reply. He felt her relax in arms. They stayed in the embrace a little while longer until Rory asked, "Are you hungry?"
"I could eat, yea," he told her.
"Pizza okay?"
"Yea that's fine, but what about the weather?"
"Oh don't worry Pete's delivers in any conditions."
After ordering the pizza it took thirty minutes for it to get there. One it arrived they began to eat.
"So can I ask you something?" Tristan asked, taking another bite of his pizza
"If you must."
"Where's your mom?"
"She's in New York for some crazy Inn ownership training."
"She's planning on opening an Inn?"
"Yea it's always been a dream of hers."
"And what's your dream?" Tristan asked, catching her off guard.
"I want to become a world renown journalist," she told him. "What about you?"
"Well, I don't want to become like my father; controlling, demanding, manipulative," he explained with a sad look in his eyes.
"I'm sure that your dream will come true," she told him, and after hearing what she said she began to laugh and said, "wow that sounded so cheesy."
He chuckled and agreed with her good-heartedly. They continued to talk and they got to know each other. Time passed them both by; it was already eleven o'clock.
"Wow it's late," Tristan said noticing the time on the VCR.
"Oh my god, we were talking for that long?" Rory asked astonished. "At least I know you can hold up a conversation."
Tristan just shook his head at her while smiling, he bit his tongue to stop him from commenting on what she said. Rory got up off the couch and looked outside. The weather had not lightened up, if anything, it got worse.
"I'm sorry Tristan. But I can't let you leave tonight, you should call your parents to let them know."
"Don't worry about them, their not home, but my, my, my Mary, your not going to take advantage of me no are you?" He playfully asked.
"I don't know, but I suggest you sleep with one eye open tonight," she replied with a seductive smile. She went to the closet to get blankets and pillows.
Rory setup the couch for him, when it was ready he made himself comfortable. Rory said goodnight, but Tristan said, "What, no goodnight kiss?"
'What the hell?' Rory thought.
She made her way over to him and ignored his puckered lips and gently kissed his check.
"Next time you should be more specific," she whispered. "Goodnight."
"Night." Tristan was now alone to gather his thoughts.
'Note to self: next time be more specific as to where Rory should kiss you…you idiot,' Tristan scolded himself.
But Tristan took whatever was given to him, and that small peck had meaning for not only Tristan, but Rory too.
It was safe to say that both teens fell asleep with smiles on their faces.
AN: I'm sure you noticed that this chapter was packed with TRORY action so I believe I deserve many, many, many reviews. So please make me really, really, really happy so please for goodness sake REVIEW!!! Thank you
Vivi