Sunday Afternoon
Gilmore House
Lorelai clearing her throat from the the landing of the staircase had Rory chuckling because of the way Tristan had leaped away from her and fell off of the couch in the process. "Sure DuGrey," she smirked down at him "You talk a good game but..."
"But nothing Rory." he hissed interrupting her, "I had my hand..."
I was Rory's turn to interrupt, "I'm well aware of where your hand was." she told him rolling her eyes and turned her attention to her very amused mother. "Did you need something mom?" she asked her and managed to flash Lorelai a completely innocent looking smile.
"No I'm good." Lorelai shrugged and was proud of herself for laughing at Tristan, "I was just wondering if you two wanted me to go get some burgers from Luke's since I get hungry after eating ice cream I thought that you might be a little peckish too."
"Sounds good mom." Rory nodded.
"Yeah," Tristan said climbing to his feet and looked anywhere but at Lorelai, Rory was right he did talk a good game but a small part of him was afraid that Lorelai would get annoyed at him for doing something she didn't like and figure out that he wasn't good enough for Rory.
After Lorelai left Rory looked at Tristan oddly, she didn't much care for the way he was acting. 'He knew mom walking in on us was pretty much a given, we had just joked about it so what is his problem?' she wondered silently and waited until he situated himself in the chair she had occupied
earlier before climbing off of the couch making herself at home on his lap.
Tuesday Night
Gilmore House
RING...
RING...
RIN... "Hello" Rory muttered into the receiver.
"Rory?"
"No Tristan this is her pillow, Rory's asleep right now since it's one..." Rory squinted at her clock and any hope that she had seen wrong died, "one thirty-six A.M. would you like to leave a message and where you would like your remains to be buried after she kills you for calling so late, again."
"Sorry Ror but this was...is important." Tristan said sounding sheepish.
"Fine, fine." she grunted, "Go ahead."
"Okay I was talking to Finn at lunch today." he began, "And well it came up after he said some stuff that you and I haven't done now what I've done in the past with girls that I knew a hell of a lot less about and was no where near being engaged to. And then he pointed out that maybe you might decide that since we haven't you know that I don't love you or something else just as stupid and I just wanted you to know that I do love you and that's why even thought I may make certain comments I haven't really tried to take our relationship in that direction because I thought that maybe we should wait at least until we were nearer to graduation or even like maybe our wedding night. But we will sooner, if you need me to prove that I want you more then I ever wanted any of the others."
"..."
"Rory? You still there?" Tristan asked uncertainly.
"Yeah." she answered and buried her head under her covers wishing the whole conversation was just some funky late night snack induced dream.
"uh, So you have any thing to say about what I just told you?"
"Oh, I've got a lot of things to say about it but I'm going to limit myself to three." she sighed and rubbed her twitching eye with her free hand. "One: You're over analyzing things again and are sounding like a girl. Two: Nothing good can ever follow the statement 'I was talking to Finn'. And three: How did you make that last bit sound kind of sweet in a very twisted way?"
"So," Tristan drawled thinking about what she had just told him and ignoring her question because he had no idea how to answer it, "you think my idea that we wait is good?"
"Yes, I think your idea that we wait is good." Rory answered and began to silently plan making Finn's life a living hell for making Tristan second guess himself where she was concerned, "I'm very proud of you."
"Okay," Tristan beamed hearing that she was proud of him and figured he better quite while he was ahead, "I'll let you get back to sleep then."
"Thank god." she muttered under her breath then said aloud "'night Tris, love you."
"Goodnight Rory." he chirped, "Love you too."
Turning the phone off Rory reached over the side of her bed and dropped it on the floor, "Finn prepare for pain." she growled.
