Authors Note: I'm sorry it took so long…I'm writing it out on paper and I
probably do have grammar mistakes so don't judge the story on that…. and so
here goes Chapter 2…please review!
Chapter 2:
Tristan's Life and Rory's date
It was all Rory Gilmore's fault. That was his theory of life. All of it, it was all her fault. All right within the six years that he hadn't seen her he had finally admitted it was slightly his fault. Only slightly mind you. Tristan DuGrey had fallen for her. He had been a jerk, he knew but he hadn't known what to do. He wasn't suppose to have feelings for a girl since he had gained "heartbreaker" status at school. If Rory had been like any other girl they would have dated, he would have dumped her and that would be the end of them. But, of course Rory was not like the other girls, which was why he had fallen head over heels in love with her. SHE was the reason he had been sent to Military School. Yes, it was he who robbed that safe with his 'friends' but he had done it to get away from her. Now, he was in Boston doing what he had always dreamed of doing. Pitching on the Boston Red Sox. He didn't care about the money like most people did, he didn't revel in the fame he had gained he loved the game for the game. "So, you're the new pitcher?" Tristan looked up forgetting he had been in the bar the whole time waiting to meet up with Paris. "It's Tristan," he responded quickly. "Okay Tristan, I'm Rudy the second base men on the team," Rudy replied. "What's a guy like you doing alone in a bar on a Friday night?"
"What do you mean?" Tristan asked Rudy slightly confused at his choice of words. "I've seen girls fainting from just looking at you,"
"No they don't!" exclaimed Tristan defensively. "Yeah, they do so what are you doing here?"
"Thinking,"
"About?"
"A girl,"
"Figures," Rudy said with a sly grin and a wink in Tristan's direction. "What figures?"
"Of course you're thinking about your girlfriend—" Tristan cut him off in an instant. "I don't have one," Rudy was taken aback but was soon back to talking. "So this girl?"
"Rory, Rory Gilmore," he began softly, unsure whether or not to tell his story or not. He decided to tell it. "It all started back in tenth grade. I was the most popular guy around. I was a player and a heartbreaker at his best. Then she came; Rory was different from them all. I teased her and her quick comebacks left me not expecting what would come next. She'd get so mad but I really strived for her attention. The way she'd roll her eyes at me or cheeks would flush in embarrassment at my leers. She, of course had a boyfriend. There was a winter formal and to my surprise Rory showed up with bag boy. We got into an argument he called me accountant and I called him bag boy, the nickname stuck for me at least. Months later…February I think one of our classmates Madeline had a party. Dean and her had just broken up but I was with my girlfriend Summer. That night Summer dumped me for some guy that night. I was upset, Rory was depressed she came into the piano room where I was sitting and started talking to me. We kissed and she broke my heart. She ran out crying and I wanted to kill myself for making her run away like that. The next time I saw her I apologized and told her it was a 'mistake'. At the end of the year she told Dean that she hated me and loved him. That next year we wound up in the same English class and got assigned to be in the same group for a school project. It was Romeo and Juliet…she was Juliet I was Romeo. I was so happy for the second chance but things never do work out the way you want them to, do they? I messed up big time. The night of the performance I broke into a safe. My father sent me to military school…I had to say good-bye to her and couldn't kiss her. That hurt me so bad and now? Now, I'm still madly in love with her but I bet she's somewhere being a journalist achieving her dream,"
"You've got it bad," commented Rudy snapping Tristan out of memory lane. "You could say that. I guess DuGrey hasn't changed much!" a familiar female voice broke in. "don't tell me Paris is here,"
"Yeah," she said softly surprised by the story he had told his friend. He had it worse than before. Worse than senior year when she was at Chilton WITH Rory Gilmore and he was as far away as possible in North Carolina. Tristan spun around on the stool with a true smile. "All right your smirks gone so maybe you have changed," she commented as he hugged and kissed her on the cheek. "What's up Paris?" he asked somehow knowing she wasn't here to hang around. "My best reporter will be writing a story on you," she said. "Who's that?"
"Not telling,"
"So you came here just to gloat about it?" Tristan challenged. "Tristan, how I've missed our banter sessions but I have kept in touch with a certain Rory Gilmore…but well if your not interested…" she trailed off while Tristan gave her a cold evil glare. "Rory Gilmore?" he asked softly. She nodded surprised at his sudden change in tone. "What's there to tell? She's fallen in love with me?" he smiled sadly as Paris shook her head. "Tristan, I'm really sorry but I don't even think she's thought about you in the slightest,"
'Rory, you really know how to ruin a good guy don't you?' Paris thought as she saw the hurt expression land on his face.
"Hey Andy!" Rory greeted him with a smile as she opened the door to her Boston apartment. She was dressed in a fancy red dress and Andy grinned at her goofily. "So where are we going?"
"Well…I was thinking of a Boston Bruins game," Rory groaned. "Just kidding," he said smiling even wider. "Thank god," she said grinning as she grabbed her coat and followed Andy out the door. "So where are we really going?"
"It's a surprise,"
"You don't know me very well do you?"
"Why would you say that?"
"I hate surprises," she narrowed her eyes and Andy laughed at her as she tried to look tough and mean. "And I always get out what the surprise is before we get there,"
"It won't work with me!" he challenged. "Just wait!" she snapped at him. They got into his car, which was a bright red mustang, 1968 model. As she went into the car a familiar smell hit her straight on. The smell of cologne was so oddly familiar when a voice popped in her head. 'That's Tristan DuGrey's cologne! Why in the world do I remember him here? Now?' "Rory…" Andy said softly and she shook off the feeling of discontent. "Yeah?" she responded quickly hoping he wouldn't notice the long pause between him saying her name and her response. "Aren't you going to get the surprise out of me?"
"Oh right!" she grinned wickedly at him. "I shouldn't have said anything should I have?" he muttered and Rory giggled. "So, tell me Andrew Ellis!" she commanded. Andy laughed again and Rory reached for the steering wheel. "Rory…what are you doing?" he asked nervously. "Scared?" she asked with an evil glint in her eye. "A little," he said.
"You are, seriously?" he nodded and she let him take the wheel again. "Rory, that was sad," he said with a wink. "You weren't scared?" she yelped making Andy laugh even harder. He kept on driving and Rory looked out the window with a sigh. "What's wrong Rory?"
"Well-I-kind-of-need-some-coffee," she mumbled in a rush. "Some what?"
"Coffee," she mumbled again. "Well, look here!" he cried out pointing at a sign. It read The Coffee Bar. "I'll be right back!" she squealed. That Rory Gilmore was defiantly different. He never had fallen in love with a girl who hated sports though. She came back out with a smile on her face and hoped back into the car. "Happy?"
"Very," she replied with a grin. "Good then come on now we don't have all evening darling,"
"We don't?"
"Well…no I do have to watch a hockey game tonight,"
"Speaking of sports do you know that new pitcher?"
"For what team?"
"Uhh…the Blue Sox?" Andy looked at her confused. "Blue Sox?" he echoed uncertainly. "Something like that,"
"Red Sox?" he questioned. "That's it!" she exclaimed with a grin. Andy rolled his eyes as he took a turn into a park. "What's this place called?" she asked. "I don't know…." He said quietly. The headlights showed a sign with the words 'Rory Gilmore's Park'. She gasped. "You named it like that!" she accused. "Did not!" he said right back. "So what are we going to do her?" as if they heard the music began. "As Andy went to the other side of the car letting his hand out to escort Rory to the picnic. As they walked on a worn path that wound around the lake she smiled. No one had ever done a more romantic thing for her. She stopped at a clearing and it was beautiful. It was a nice grassy place where the leaves were just turning that perfect color…the reddish, brown color that Rory loved reminding her of the many things she loved. Like apples and coffee…well everything reminded her of coffee. To her right was a small waterfall cascading the clearest water she had ever seen. To the left of her was a picnic basket with a blanket covered with rose petals. In front of her sat an orchestra full with all the instruments. "It's wonderful!" she gasped and that's when the lovely evening began full of surprises and Rory didn't care if there was another surprise or not. It was going to be a perfect night full of all the things a hopeless romantic would dream about. Which was a side no one really knew of Rory Gilmore…. except for now Andy, he looked at her lovingly and she kissed him on the cheek. It was the beginning of a beautiful romance.
Chapter 2:
Tristan's Life and Rory's date
It was all Rory Gilmore's fault. That was his theory of life. All of it, it was all her fault. All right within the six years that he hadn't seen her he had finally admitted it was slightly his fault. Only slightly mind you. Tristan DuGrey had fallen for her. He had been a jerk, he knew but he hadn't known what to do. He wasn't suppose to have feelings for a girl since he had gained "heartbreaker" status at school. If Rory had been like any other girl they would have dated, he would have dumped her and that would be the end of them. But, of course Rory was not like the other girls, which was why he had fallen head over heels in love with her. SHE was the reason he had been sent to Military School. Yes, it was he who robbed that safe with his 'friends' but he had done it to get away from her. Now, he was in Boston doing what he had always dreamed of doing. Pitching on the Boston Red Sox. He didn't care about the money like most people did, he didn't revel in the fame he had gained he loved the game for the game. "So, you're the new pitcher?" Tristan looked up forgetting he had been in the bar the whole time waiting to meet up with Paris. "It's Tristan," he responded quickly. "Okay Tristan, I'm Rudy the second base men on the team," Rudy replied. "What's a guy like you doing alone in a bar on a Friday night?"
"What do you mean?" Tristan asked Rudy slightly confused at his choice of words. "I've seen girls fainting from just looking at you,"
"No they don't!" exclaimed Tristan defensively. "Yeah, they do so what are you doing here?"
"Thinking,"
"About?"
"A girl,"
"Figures," Rudy said with a sly grin and a wink in Tristan's direction. "What figures?"
"Of course you're thinking about your girlfriend—" Tristan cut him off in an instant. "I don't have one," Rudy was taken aback but was soon back to talking. "So this girl?"
"Rory, Rory Gilmore," he began softly, unsure whether or not to tell his story or not. He decided to tell it. "It all started back in tenth grade. I was the most popular guy around. I was a player and a heartbreaker at his best. Then she came; Rory was different from them all. I teased her and her quick comebacks left me not expecting what would come next. She'd get so mad but I really strived for her attention. The way she'd roll her eyes at me or cheeks would flush in embarrassment at my leers. She, of course had a boyfriend. There was a winter formal and to my surprise Rory showed up with bag boy. We got into an argument he called me accountant and I called him bag boy, the nickname stuck for me at least. Months later…February I think one of our classmates Madeline had a party. Dean and her had just broken up but I was with my girlfriend Summer. That night Summer dumped me for some guy that night. I was upset, Rory was depressed she came into the piano room where I was sitting and started talking to me. We kissed and she broke my heart. She ran out crying and I wanted to kill myself for making her run away like that. The next time I saw her I apologized and told her it was a 'mistake'. At the end of the year she told Dean that she hated me and loved him. That next year we wound up in the same English class and got assigned to be in the same group for a school project. It was Romeo and Juliet…she was Juliet I was Romeo. I was so happy for the second chance but things never do work out the way you want them to, do they? I messed up big time. The night of the performance I broke into a safe. My father sent me to military school…I had to say good-bye to her and couldn't kiss her. That hurt me so bad and now? Now, I'm still madly in love with her but I bet she's somewhere being a journalist achieving her dream,"
"You've got it bad," commented Rudy snapping Tristan out of memory lane. "You could say that. I guess DuGrey hasn't changed much!" a familiar female voice broke in. "don't tell me Paris is here,"
"Yeah," she said softly surprised by the story he had told his friend. He had it worse than before. Worse than senior year when she was at Chilton WITH Rory Gilmore and he was as far away as possible in North Carolina. Tristan spun around on the stool with a true smile. "All right your smirks gone so maybe you have changed," she commented as he hugged and kissed her on the cheek. "What's up Paris?" he asked somehow knowing she wasn't here to hang around. "My best reporter will be writing a story on you," she said. "Who's that?"
"Not telling,"
"So you came here just to gloat about it?" Tristan challenged. "Tristan, how I've missed our banter sessions but I have kept in touch with a certain Rory Gilmore…but well if your not interested…" she trailed off while Tristan gave her a cold evil glare. "Rory Gilmore?" he asked softly. She nodded surprised at his sudden change in tone. "What's there to tell? She's fallen in love with me?" he smiled sadly as Paris shook her head. "Tristan, I'm really sorry but I don't even think she's thought about you in the slightest,"
'Rory, you really know how to ruin a good guy don't you?' Paris thought as she saw the hurt expression land on his face.
"Hey Andy!" Rory greeted him with a smile as she opened the door to her Boston apartment. She was dressed in a fancy red dress and Andy grinned at her goofily. "So where are we going?"
"Well…I was thinking of a Boston Bruins game," Rory groaned. "Just kidding," he said smiling even wider. "Thank god," she said grinning as she grabbed her coat and followed Andy out the door. "So where are we really going?"
"It's a surprise,"
"You don't know me very well do you?"
"Why would you say that?"
"I hate surprises," she narrowed her eyes and Andy laughed at her as she tried to look tough and mean. "And I always get out what the surprise is before we get there,"
"It won't work with me!" he challenged. "Just wait!" she snapped at him. They got into his car, which was a bright red mustang, 1968 model. As she went into the car a familiar smell hit her straight on. The smell of cologne was so oddly familiar when a voice popped in her head. 'That's Tristan DuGrey's cologne! Why in the world do I remember him here? Now?' "Rory…" Andy said softly and she shook off the feeling of discontent. "Yeah?" she responded quickly hoping he wouldn't notice the long pause between him saying her name and her response. "Aren't you going to get the surprise out of me?"
"Oh right!" she grinned wickedly at him. "I shouldn't have said anything should I have?" he muttered and Rory giggled. "So, tell me Andrew Ellis!" she commanded. Andy laughed again and Rory reached for the steering wheel. "Rory…what are you doing?" he asked nervously. "Scared?" she asked with an evil glint in her eye. "A little," he said.
"You are, seriously?" he nodded and she let him take the wheel again. "Rory, that was sad," he said with a wink. "You weren't scared?" she yelped making Andy laugh even harder. He kept on driving and Rory looked out the window with a sigh. "What's wrong Rory?"
"Well-I-kind-of-need-some-coffee," she mumbled in a rush. "Some what?"
"Coffee," she mumbled again. "Well, look here!" he cried out pointing at a sign. It read The Coffee Bar. "I'll be right back!" she squealed. That Rory Gilmore was defiantly different. He never had fallen in love with a girl who hated sports though. She came back out with a smile on her face and hoped back into the car. "Happy?"
"Very," she replied with a grin. "Good then come on now we don't have all evening darling,"
"We don't?"
"Well…no I do have to watch a hockey game tonight,"
"Speaking of sports do you know that new pitcher?"
"For what team?"
"Uhh…the Blue Sox?" Andy looked at her confused. "Blue Sox?" he echoed uncertainly. "Something like that,"
"Red Sox?" he questioned. "That's it!" she exclaimed with a grin. Andy rolled his eyes as he took a turn into a park. "What's this place called?" she asked. "I don't know…." He said quietly. The headlights showed a sign with the words 'Rory Gilmore's Park'. She gasped. "You named it like that!" she accused. "Did not!" he said right back. "So what are we going to do her?" as if they heard the music began. "As Andy went to the other side of the car letting his hand out to escort Rory to the picnic. As they walked on a worn path that wound around the lake she smiled. No one had ever done a more romantic thing for her. She stopped at a clearing and it was beautiful. It was a nice grassy place where the leaves were just turning that perfect color…the reddish, brown color that Rory loved reminding her of the many things she loved. Like apples and coffee…well everything reminded her of coffee. To her right was a small waterfall cascading the clearest water she had ever seen. To the left of her was a picnic basket with a blanket covered with rose petals. In front of her sat an orchestra full with all the instruments. "It's wonderful!" she gasped and that's when the lovely evening began full of surprises and Rory didn't care if there was another surprise or not. It was going to be a perfect night full of all the things a hopeless romantic would dream about. Which was a side no one really knew of Rory Gilmore…. except for now Andy, he looked at her lovingly and she kissed him on the cheek. It was the beginning of a beautiful romance.