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Chapter 4: I'm Rory Gilmore.
She had rehearsed what to say over a thousand times in her head. 'Tristan? Tristan DuGrey? Hello, I'm Rory Gilmore!' she'd smile brightly shake his hand and then the interview would begin. Surely he didn't remember her it was eight years ago. But, you remember him.that annoying little voice was nagging her yet again. Tristan was probably to busy with his usual flavor of the week to even think of her. They had after all only known each other for a year right? Not even, one school year and about two months. As she made her way she bumped into someone. Looking up she hoped it was Tristan.but it wasn't. It was another Red Sox player. "sorry," she mumbled pushing her hair behind her ears. "What's a girl like you doing here?"
"Looking for Tristan,"
"I haven't seen him since we won the game,"
"Really?"
"Yes, why are you looking for him?"
"I work for the Boston Globe," she explained. "I'm Rudy Macdonald,"
"Rory Gilmore," as soon as she said her name he looked at her slightly surprised. "That name sounds really familiar,"
"Maybe you've read my articles," 'or Tristan actually does remember you! Don't get your hopes up remember Tristan? King of Chilton and Females!'
"Nope sorry.. oh wait! Tristan told me about you," Rory's eyes literally lit up at the mention of Tristan remembering her. "He remembers?" she squeaked. "You could say that. Last night Tristan was depressed and he said he was thinking about a girl. I teased him saying it figured since all girls swoon at him except for--,"
"Me," finished Rory with a sad smile. "Rory, look I haven't Tristan or you very long but you both seem like nice people and maybe he's changed after eight years,"
"Thank you!" Rory called to Rudy as he walked away. Suddenly Rory didn't know why she hadn't realized it before. Maybe fate brought them together again for a reason. She shook her head fate didn't exist it wasn't logical, and Rory loved logic. It was all accidents and coincidence fate and destiny weren't real. She stepped onto the ball field and was surrounded by silence. She drew in a sharp breath amazed at how large the field was. She placed her things in the dug out and grabbed a bat. "She steps up to plate," Rory begins in her newscaster voice. "It's Game Seven of the World Series! It's all up to her, can she do it?" Her voice echoed in the ball park and someone interrupted her. "She can't win this game if she's holding the bat wrong and there's no pitcher," "Right," Rory said blushing. She looked up and saw his blue eyes.it was Tristan. Her hat hid her face so he didn't see her. "Let me help you," he offered and she nodded. He stood behind her and helped her. "No.no your holding it wrong you have to hold it like this," as he touched her arm he couldn't believe the shock of electricity between them. Rory was surprised at the feeling between them. Tristan sighed with relief he was finally getting over Rory Gilmore and falling for some other girl. After he fixed her position he grabbed a baseball and put his glove on. "I'll pitch if you want me to," Rory couldn't believe the change in him. She was someone he didn't know and he didn't make any leering remarks. "Okay," she agreed to his pitching and he grinned. "And the pitch!" he called out and pitched. "Strike One!" cried out Tristan in glee. "Shut up!" cried out Rory upset by her failure. "You have two more strikes to go." "Oh right!" laughing at herself she steadied the bat again. "The second pitch," He threw it and it flew as if in slow motion. The ball connected to the bat and with a solid thwack if flew behind Tristan. "Home run!" he proclaimed and Rory jogged the bases as he went to get the ball. As he came back she was turning the corner of third base and he made it to home plate and was waiting patiently when her hat flew off. Her eyes met Tristan's blue eyes etched with shock and Rory's also blue eyes filled with nervousness. "Hi, I'm Rory Gilmore," she said softly stretching out her hand. "I know who you are," he replied icily pushing her hand away from him. "Well I'm the Boston Globe reporter Paris sent over,"
"You've got to be kidding me!" Tristan cried in disbelief. "I'm not and if I had known it was you I wouldn't have come but she threatened to fire me," she spat back at him her voice full of venom. "I wouldn't want to waste your time," he said sarcastically. He didn't know why he was acting like such a jerk. She couldn't believe what Paris and Rudy had told her. Tristan's SO not in love with me! she thought to herself. "Can we just get this over with?" she said her voice full of disdain. They sat in the dugout, Rory asked the usual questions but then she spotted some she hadn't written down. Quietly she told him what the next few questions were about. "Okay, these questions are about your love life," Tristan raised an eyebrow quizzically. "Didn't know you were interested Mary," he said teasing her. "It wasn't my idea, Evil One," "Sure, sure,"
"Just answer the question,"
"You didn't ask a question,"
"Oh. Right," she said flustered from his teasing. "Do you have a love life?" she expected a yes.I've had millions of girls this year alone but he didn't. "I don't have one," he said softly. "No 'flavor of the week'?" she asked surprised at his answer. "No," he began quietly. "I gave that up when I realized there's only one girl for me,"
"Let me guess.Summer?"
"No!" he shouted surprising Rory making her jump. "Sorry," he muttered. "Well at least tell me about her," she said teasingly. "Well.she's smart, has wit, funny, beautiful, isn't like any of the other girls I used to date and is the only one who's never liked me. I wish she had looked behind the façade. She did once when we kissed but the rest of the time she never did," Rory jotted this down and didn't seem to realize he was talking about her.
Chapter 4: I'm Rory Gilmore.
She had rehearsed what to say over a thousand times in her head. 'Tristan? Tristan DuGrey? Hello, I'm Rory Gilmore!' she'd smile brightly shake his hand and then the interview would begin. Surely he didn't remember her it was eight years ago. But, you remember him.that annoying little voice was nagging her yet again. Tristan was probably to busy with his usual flavor of the week to even think of her. They had after all only known each other for a year right? Not even, one school year and about two months. As she made her way she bumped into someone. Looking up she hoped it was Tristan.but it wasn't. It was another Red Sox player. "sorry," she mumbled pushing her hair behind her ears. "What's a girl like you doing here?"
"Looking for Tristan,"
"I haven't seen him since we won the game,"
"Really?"
"Yes, why are you looking for him?"
"I work for the Boston Globe," she explained. "I'm Rudy Macdonald,"
"Rory Gilmore," as soon as she said her name he looked at her slightly surprised. "That name sounds really familiar,"
"Maybe you've read my articles," 'or Tristan actually does remember you! Don't get your hopes up remember Tristan? King of Chilton and Females!'
"Nope sorry.. oh wait! Tristan told me about you," Rory's eyes literally lit up at the mention of Tristan remembering her. "He remembers?" she squeaked. "You could say that. Last night Tristan was depressed and he said he was thinking about a girl. I teased him saying it figured since all girls swoon at him except for--,"
"Me," finished Rory with a sad smile. "Rory, look I haven't Tristan or you very long but you both seem like nice people and maybe he's changed after eight years,"
"Thank you!" Rory called to Rudy as he walked away. Suddenly Rory didn't know why she hadn't realized it before. Maybe fate brought them together again for a reason. She shook her head fate didn't exist it wasn't logical, and Rory loved logic. It was all accidents and coincidence fate and destiny weren't real. She stepped onto the ball field and was surrounded by silence. She drew in a sharp breath amazed at how large the field was. She placed her things in the dug out and grabbed a bat. "She steps up to plate," Rory begins in her newscaster voice. "It's Game Seven of the World Series! It's all up to her, can she do it?" Her voice echoed in the ball park and someone interrupted her. "She can't win this game if she's holding the bat wrong and there's no pitcher," "Right," Rory said blushing. She looked up and saw his blue eyes.it was Tristan. Her hat hid her face so he didn't see her. "Let me help you," he offered and she nodded. He stood behind her and helped her. "No.no your holding it wrong you have to hold it like this," as he touched her arm he couldn't believe the shock of electricity between them. Rory was surprised at the feeling between them. Tristan sighed with relief he was finally getting over Rory Gilmore and falling for some other girl. After he fixed her position he grabbed a baseball and put his glove on. "I'll pitch if you want me to," Rory couldn't believe the change in him. She was someone he didn't know and he didn't make any leering remarks. "Okay," she agreed to his pitching and he grinned. "And the pitch!" he called out and pitched. "Strike One!" cried out Tristan in glee. "Shut up!" cried out Rory upset by her failure. "You have two more strikes to go." "Oh right!" laughing at herself she steadied the bat again. "The second pitch," He threw it and it flew as if in slow motion. The ball connected to the bat and with a solid thwack if flew behind Tristan. "Home run!" he proclaimed and Rory jogged the bases as he went to get the ball. As he came back she was turning the corner of third base and he made it to home plate and was waiting patiently when her hat flew off. Her eyes met Tristan's blue eyes etched with shock and Rory's also blue eyes filled with nervousness. "Hi, I'm Rory Gilmore," she said softly stretching out her hand. "I know who you are," he replied icily pushing her hand away from him. "Well I'm the Boston Globe reporter Paris sent over,"
"You've got to be kidding me!" Tristan cried in disbelief. "I'm not and if I had known it was you I wouldn't have come but she threatened to fire me," she spat back at him her voice full of venom. "I wouldn't want to waste your time," he said sarcastically. He didn't know why he was acting like such a jerk. She couldn't believe what Paris and Rudy had told her. Tristan's SO not in love with me! she thought to herself. "Can we just get this over with?" she said her voice full of disdain. They sat in the dugout, Rory asked the usual questions but then she spotted some she hadn't written down. Quietly she told him what the next few questions were about. "Okay, these questions are about your love life," Tristan raised an eyebrow quizzically. "Didn't know you were interested Mary," he said teasing her. "It wasn't my idea, Evil One," "Sure, sure,"
"Just answer the question,"
"You didn't ask a question,"
"Oh. Right," she said flustered from his teasing. "Do you have a love life?" she expected a yes.I've had millions of girls this year alone but he didn't. "I don't have one," he said softly. "No 'flavor of the week'?" she asked surprised at his answer. "No," he began quietly. "I gave that up when I realized there's only one girl for me,"
"Let me guess.Summer?"
"No!" he shouted surprising Rory making her jump. "Sorry," he muttered. "Well at least tell me about her," she said teasingly. "Well.she's smart, has wit, funny, beautiful, isn't like any of the other girls I used to date and is the only one who's never liked me. I wish she had looked behind the façade. She did once when we kissed but the rest of the time she never did," Rory jotted this down and didn't seem to realize he was talking about her.