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A/N: Read and Review…you know you want to! And as you can see, I didn't have the patience to wait, but I still encourage you

Life Out Of Order

Tristan moved in, and it was awkward, really, really, awkward. Such awkwardness was unprecedented. When Rory hated Tristan, she had been quick to respond to every lewd remark, shut down his every attempt at making her squirm. But now, neither of them knew what to say.

Tristan wanted to apologize. He shouldn't have kissed her. He shouldn't have imposed himself upon her. He shouldn't have made comments that made her uncomfortable. He shouldn't have. He shouldn't have. He shouldn't have. They were treading on eggshells, and worse yet, it was his own stupid fault. He shouldn't be thinking about his friend in a sexual way, but when she started to blush, he couldn't help but imagine what a contrast it would be to her endless milk-white skin. He mile long legs were smooth and unblemished and he could only imagine what her "secret places" looked like. Beautiful. That was the only way he could describe her. His girl. She was perfection personified, innocence and sensuality.

And everyone knew. No one knew why, but they knew that Rory and Tristan weren't acting like they usually did. Tristan didn't hit on her, he didn't invite her to take an 'intimate tour' of his new room. Nothing.

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"Alright Falon. You're going to stay here with Tristan, as soon as wakes up because mommy has a bunch of classes this morning, and I have to go do an interview for the Yale Daily News."

Falon nodded energetically. She loved spending time with Tristan, as much as she loved being with Finn.

"Tristan! Wake up, I have to go." Rory was getting annoyed. Tristan promised her, and he wasn't getting his butt our of his room. The door opened, and emerged a tall blond wearing only his shirt. Rory's only blessing was it was a long button down that almost reached the girl's knees. "You're not Tristan. And this is awkward."

"Hi. I'm Candi! Nice to meet you. Why are you in his apartment…with a baby? Its not his is it?" The girl chattered. Rory could already the girl had the IQ of an ant. She connected the dots slowly, as if the situation was a complicated puzzle that required oodles of concentration.

"Its actually not Tristan's apartment, this is my apartment, and no my daughter Falon is not his." Distracting herself for a minute, Rory addressed the toddler, "Falon sweets, could you go to your room please, play with your dolls? Candi, do you know when Tristan will be up?"

"Oh I don't really know. We were both REALLY drunk last night, and I my roommate was in our dorm so he suggested we come to his place. I didn't realize you guys live together. Anyways, he promised to take he shopping today, he has a black card you know!" The last part she whispered excitedly, as if it was some kind of government secret that Tristan DuGrey was indeed a very rich guy.

"Oh, I know. Listen, why don't you go back to his room for a while, and when you decide to come out, wear something decent because my daughter will be here. And when that irresponsible spoiled brat wakes up tell him that we need to have a serious discussion tonight. Oh, and when I say decent I mean that all your feminine parts should be covered."

"Feminine parts?" The girl wondered out loud. "BTWs, who are you?"

"Rory. Rory Gilmore-Hayden the Third."

Candi whistled. She herself wasn't from society, and she wasn't particularly intelligent, but she knew who was the richest, and this girl had two very powerful last names.

"O. Kay-sies!"

"Ugh, way too hyper in the morning." Rory picked up the phone and dialed, "Finn?"

"Doll? Why are you calling at this ungodly hour? I need to recuperate in tome to get good and drunk tonight."

"Ugh. Finn that is a vicious cycle. I really need you to baby-sit for me. Tristan got drunk last night and brought one of his friends home, and now I have no one to leave Falon with and I have three classes back to back and then I have to go conduct an interview for the paper, so I'll be busy all day."

"Love…"

"Finn, you know, its fine. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to assume it would be okay. Just take some aspirin, get some sleep, I'll see you later."

"No, love, its fine. I'll be over in ten minutes, tops. Is it okay if I bring Logan and Colin along? I promised I would spend time with them today. If they don't want to play with Falon, they can just watch TV."

"Fine. Thank you Finn. I totally owe you. And you know the rule about bad language."

"I know, fifty cents per word. At this rate, We'll have completely paid for Falon's education before she turns five."

"That's what I get for letting her spend so much time around you Tristan and my mom."

"Love its true. You can't tell by Loreleis gentle countenance, but she knows words that would make a sea worn sailor blush."

"On leave!" Rory responded without thinking. Rory knew that Finn was one of the only people that knew about their yearly tradition, and he would understand.

"Oy. I know I've spent too much time with you, when I actually understand where you are going with the conversation.

"Alright. Thank you Finn."

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"Laffy-Taffy!!"

"Finny!!" Falon shrieked as she ran into his arms.

"Falon, baby these are my friends Logan and Colin."

"HI." She said quietly, and buried her face in Finn's shoulder, not really in the mood to make new friends.

"Fal, Logan is Mitchum Huntzberger's son."

At this she perked up, "Really? Oh, hi, hi, hi, hi! I met him at a party, he was sooo nice! And he's smart, and he knows sooo much about newspapers!"

"This is the first time a girl has been more eager to get close to my dad than myself."

"It's a good thing to. Lets your overwhelmingly large ego deflate a little, gives the rest of us some breathing room." Colin responded. He didn't have low self-or-steam, but sometimes Logan was just too much. Besides, it was always entertaining poking fun at his best friend.

"Alright. Falon is your lovely uncle Tristan still sleeping?"

"Yes. And so is his special friend."

"Ah." Finn knew that Rory had no desire to explain the birds and the bees to Falon any time soon. He thrust Falon into Logan's arms and left the room.

"Ah…hi. Colin help."

"I'm Falon. Your dad is nice. I don't have a daddy. My mommy said that my daddy wasn't ready for responsibility so he ran away to California. But I have Tristan and Finny. Finney's my godfather. And they both play with me a lot. And I have my Nana and Pop. And Nana and Pop are Ella's parents. And I have Chris, who's my grandpa but I don't call him that because he says he's too young. And Gigi is his daughter. And grandma and grampa and grams and gramps. I have a lot of family. And I met great-grandma a few times, but she lives in London—with the queen, and Korn!"

Logan walked over to the couch and put Falon down. They could faintly hear Finn 'talking' with Tristan and his 'special' friend.

"So Falon, do you want to watch a movie?" Colin asked, not knowing what else the little girl would enjoy.

"Wonka! Wonka! Wonka!"

Colin and Logan started looking for it throughout the movie collection, until they noticed it on a secluded shelf, sitting atop a pedestal. In its company, were Casablanca, the third Godfather, and Sleepless in Seattle.

"Weird." Logan pronounced. "This is the Gene Wilder version, the new one is better.

"Nuh-Uh, Johnny Depp made a mockery of all that is holy of the Willy Wonka Chocolate factory. He and Tim Burton owe a serious apology to the original actors and writers." Tristan pronounced sleepily from the door-way.

"Nuh-uh. Love you sound like a whiney teenaged girl that you so love to chase. The ones that I can only bother to do the horizontal tango with when I am good and hammered."

"Finn, you are disgusting. And this just further shows that I should be Falon's godfather, and not you. And think how much better it would look. Rory and Falon are brunettes and Paris and I are both blondes. We could have pretty little Christmas cards that all the ladies from the DAR could fawn over, 'Oh, look at the lovelies, and that awful tease Finnegan isn't among them'." Tristan mimicked the sound of the wretched old ladies.

"I'll have you know I'm very popular in the DAR. Colin, Logan, and I know how to turn the charm on, and charm the pants off their pretty daughters—if you catch my drift."

"What can I say? The ladies can't resist a blonde who is normal height—no need for a ladder." Logan interrupted—always the attention addict.

"Its safe to say that I get more action. Everything about you is average. I'm above and beyond—always." Tristan responded. He was used to being the pretty blond, and Logan wasn't going to take away his title.

"Gentlemen—why are we doing this? Lets sit down. Drink some beers, and rejoice in that we only have to deal with the munchkin for a little while." Colin hated small children. They were loud and annoying and didn't stop asking questions. "You know, I'm not partial to the younger generation, and then I realize—I'm stuck with eternal children as friends."

"Ha—Colin my friend—you are only young once, but you can be immature all your life. Now that the lump who is going to get such a talking to when Rory comes home is awake, we need to make plans for her birthday."

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"Tristan Janlan DuGrey," Rory almost yelled. She rarely got angry, but in some cases, her anger was well deserved, "Do not look at me with that innocent expression, you know we need to have words."

"Leave it to my Mary to talk smart in the middle of throwing a fit." Tristan spoke conversationally to Colin. It was as if Rory wasn't towering above him, looking extremely peeved.

"Tristan, I cannot believe you! I let you move in with me and my young impressionable daughter, I trusted you to control your urges and this is what you do. I told you, if that girl was really necessary, she had to be gone before Falon was up. We had a deal. I thought I could trust you with her, after everything we went through that first year. But no, you're just a stupid, uncontrollable, self-centered, poopy-jerk!"

"A poopy-jerk?" Logan questioned, cracking up. The others had the good sense to keep their mouths shut as Rory fumed.

"Yes. And I didn't ask you of your opinion anyway. You are currently in my apartment, and you are questioning what I say? That's why I hate guys like you. You don't own the world. My grandparents own this apartment, so if you would be so kind as to shut your pretty boy face, it would be much appreciated."

"Doll, how much coffee have you had today?"

"Nine. Why does that matter?"

"Because it seems you've done the impossible. You're so hopped up on caffeine, you're not being your usual sweet meek self. And you should stand up for yourself more often, but for once in his drunken existence, Logan didn't do much of anything to deserve your tirade."

"Drunken existence? Well that's the pot calling the kettle black." Colin scoffed.

"I never denied drinking more than I should, I'm just saying that Logan does drink quite a bit. I think its all the performance anxiety."

"Yeah, Ace. I didn't do anything. And its not performance anxiety. Its so that in the morning I don't have the misfortune of having to remember what you look like naked. I don't understand how you manage to end up buck naked almost every night." Logan quipped. He couldn't help but assign Rory a new nickname. Finn had one for her, and so did Tristan, and he didn't like feeling like he was missing out on something fun.

"Ace?" Tristan questioned. He had been so caught up in staring at the furious beauty of Rory in the midst of the fit, he had completely missed everything that was going around him.

"Ace. As in an ace reporter. Logan, I would really appreciate it if you would call me Rory. All I need is another man that cannot seem to understand that I already have a nickname."

"So, reporter girl, are we released?" Not to be outdone, Colin quickly decided that it was an appropriate name for Rory. Form what Tristan and Finn had told him, Rory had always wanted to be a reporter. She spent all her time studying and being a mom.

"Yes. You can all leave now. Have a nice evening, don't get drunk if you can help it. Use protection, I'm pretty sure none of you are ready to have a little trust fund baby running around underfoot." Rory responded, her motherly nature taking over. Although her words were confidant, all the men could see her faint blush. It embarrassed her to discuss sex, and she couldn't help that all her friends, new and old seemed to be very, very, active.

'Bye' they all chorused, and Tristan attempted to sneak out unnoticed.

"Tristan, I did not say you could go. Besides, you live here." The other boys quickly left, anticipating Rory's next speech about responsibility.

And lecture she did. Her stamina for speech could rival Lorelei's, and the only times she paused were to drink more of her coffee.

Tristan mesmerized by her aroma, she smelled of coffee beans, and sugary sweetness, knew he was loosing control. He knew that within seconds, he would be leaning over to kiss Rory's luscious lips, but somehow, he couldn't find it within himself to care about the consequences.

He walked over, looked deeply into his eyes, and like a snake with a snake charmer, Rory was frozen in place, her mouth slightly open. Tristan pressed his lips against her's and when she did not fight him, he gently slipped his tongue into her mouth. But he did not stay gentle as he felt her body unconsciously respond. She pressed herself against him as they kissed more passionately. The kiss seemed to go on forever, until reality caught up with them.

From her room, Falon began to whine, having just woken up from her nap, hungry. They two pulled away from each other, and for several inexplicable moments, they felt completely connected.

"I have to go." And that was it. It was over. The consequences would be left for another day.