Title: Some Things Change
Author: Christine (Christine.2001@juno.com)
Rating: PG-13??
Spoilers: Umm…I guess up until "The Third Lorelai"…the rest came from my head.
Pairing: R/T
Starring: Rory, Tristan
Guest Starring: Lorelai, Dean, Luke, Lane
Summary: Tristan and Rory have become good friends, although she and Dean are still dating (they never broke up the first time). After something happens with Dean, Rory sees that things are beginning to change between her and Tristan.
Disclaimer: Nooo officer! That's not Tristan stuffed under my bed……Well….I was going to give him back!!…. Eventually.
Feedback: Oh, YES Please! This is my first fic and I want to make sure I'm doing it right.
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"Where were you today?"
"Dean, I told you that Tristan and I made plans-"
"Of course, you were with him."
"Dean, what is this-"
"Look Rory, I think we need to talk."
End of Chapter 2
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Chapter 3/16
"Dean if this is about Tristan again, you know that we're just friends!" Rory had the feeling she knew where this conversation was headed. She didn't like it one bit. If she had a nickel for every time Dean had a problem with Tristan, she could buy a lifetime's worth of coffee….and STILL have some left for Lorelai. That's definitely a lot.
Dean snorted at her naiveté. She just didn't get it. "Rory are you blind! Can't you see how much that stupid accountant wants you! Rory this is for your own good! He's going to try something with you. That is, if he hasn't already!"
Rory's eyes were getting misty. Why couldn't she just be happy? She had two guys in her life that she cared so much about, but one always had to make it hard for the other. She really cared about Dean. However, she wasn't sure if she really loved him. Sure she loved him as a friend….well except when he was like this. But was she IN love with him? She imperceptibly shook her head, answering her own question. She couldn't be in love with someone who didn't trust her.
"Dean, you don't even know him! He's my friend and you made no effort to even try to get to know him!" By now the tears were streaming down her face. The same face that was now contorted in pain, knowing what would soon be happening.
"I know his kind." Dean grumbled. He hated to see Rory cry, but what was he going to do? He had to get this over with once and for all. "Guys like that only care about one thing and one thing only."
Rory opened her mouth about to retort, but Dean held up his hand and kept talking. "Rory, I need you to choose. It's me or him. I can't stand that you go running all around with him, barely spending any time with me! I can't stand that you spend time with someone who so obviously wants you, and won't spend that time with your boyfriend who you're supposed to be in love with!"
"Well, I'm not in love with you," Rory said silently to herself. Her face showed her change in emotions from pain to anger. "I don't believe you! If you loved me so much, you should trust me! You can't make me give up my friend! Possibly my only one at Chilton, mind you. Who are you to dictate who I can and cannot see? You know what, Dean? I'm the only one who decides who I can and cannot see, and as of right now, I can't see you anymore! Now please get out of my house!"
Rory starts pushing a distressed and confused Dean towards the front door. "Rory, how can you do this after all we've been through?"
They had reached the door, which Rory was flinging open. She pushed him out the door, an amazing task, considering their size ratio. But that just goes to show: Don't mess with a Gilmore Girl. As Dean stumbled to gain his balance, he turned back towards the house to look at his girlfriend. Or rather, ex-girlfriend.
"Rory, come on!"
"Dean, I don't have anything else to say to you. I don't need someone who doesn't trust me and tries to control me. It's over." And with that, she slammed the door, leaving Dean to stare at it.
Sighing and wiping away the remainder of her tears, Rory slowly trudged back towards the living room, knowing that her mom would be in there. Their yelling was definitely loud enough to be heard over Lorelai's attempts at fixing the sink. As she entered the living room, she gave a small smile at her mother. There on the coffee table were two pints of Ben and Jerry's, a pot of coffee, and Willy Wonka and the Chocolate factory. Rory walked into her mom's open arms to receive her hug. "Thanks, mom."
"No problem, babe. Now let's stuff our faces full of Cherry Garcia!"
"Sounds good."
The two Gilmores cuddled up on the couch after popping in their favorite movie and getting situated with their ice cream and coffee. There the two sat in a comfortable silence, relaxing into each other, until the end of the movie. Rory let out a heavy sigh as Lorelai shut off the TV.
"Sweetie, you know that if you want to talk about it I'm here. I'm good to wallow with!"
"I know mom. You're the best wallow partner there is. But I think I just need to think things through on my own first…..Besides, I know you heard everything anyways," she added with a smirk.
Lorelai feigned shock. "Was that a, dare I say it? Evil smirk?"
With a chuckle, Rory started heading towards her room, "Night oompa!" she threw over her shoulder.
"Haha. Night loompa!" Lorelai's eyes drifted to one of the many photos of her and Rory. It was of Halloween a couple years ago when they had dressed up as their favorites characters from their favorite movie. "How I am this lucky to have gotten a kid like her?" She glanced towards the now closed door of Rory's room and then began to collect the empty cartons and mugs. "Tomorrow's gonna be hard since the whole town probably knows by now. But somehow, I know she'll get over it." With an evil gleam in her eye and a smile, "I'm sure Tristan will be of some help…."
With that, she began to hum the song of the oompa loompas and went back to straightening up. As she reached the kitchen, she let out a huge groan. Seeing the disarray and the still broken sink, she just added all the objects in her arm to the growing pile. "I'll just get a plumber tomorrow." Then she turned, heading up the stairs to her bedroom. "Hmm…hopefully he'll have a nice plumber shot," she thought giggling to herself.
Inside Rory's bedroom, Rory had dressed to go to bed. She looked up at her dresser and picked up the box of cornstarch. Looking at it contemplatingly for a moment, she went to put it in the back of her closet. Returning to the dresser, she looked up at a strip of photos tucked under the mirror frame. It was one of those four-framed pictures that you get from those booths at the mall. She looked at the happy teens, falling over each other trying to cram into the booth, making silly faces, putting each other into headlocks, and in the last frame, smiling at the camera with their arms around each other. She was glad that Tristan and her were such good friends now. It made her sad that she had broken up with Dean, but she knew that she made the right choice as she looked at the pictures of the two of them. Sighing, Rory crawled into bed, thinking about all that had happened that day. "When am I going to find someone who loves me for who I am?" she whispered into the darkness as one solitary tear slid down her cheek.
End of Chapter 3
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