Rating: PG-13 for mild cussing

Spoilers: Do not read if you have not seen the whole first season.

Warnings: Not a whole lot of the Gilmore Girls, more Tristin, sorry. Characters may not totally be "in character," sorry again.

Disclaimer: I do not own Gilmore Girls or anything affiliated to it (AKA Rory, Lorelai, Tristin, Dean, Lane, Chilton Preparatory, Stars Hollow, Headmaster Charleston, Paris, etc., etc., etc.) All I own is Josie Fitzgerald, Shawn Fitzgerald, and their parents. Please don't sue me, I'm too poor to squeeze any money out of.

Author's notes: Same as previous chapter, except, I made minor changes in the story, changes that are barely noticeable.

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I stare at my astronomy test.

Name: Easy one. Josie Fitzgerald

Date: Another easy one. Friday, September 28th, 2001.

Period: Easy yet again. Per. 6

Okay, I know, they aren't a part of the test, but whatever. I try to answer all of the questions that I actually know the answers to, and make educated guesses on the ones I am not so sure about. I finish the test right before the bell rings. I get up from my desk and grab my bag and my books. I take my test off my desk and walk to Mr. Calvart's desk so I can turn it in.

"So, how do you think you did?" I ask Tristin.

"Okay," replies Tristin. "You?"
"I think I did better on this test than I did on my chemistry test. So, what are you doing to night, partying till the break of dawn?"

"MaybeI have a date."

"Really? Which Chilton skank gets the pleasure of your company tonight?"

"Jealous?" smirks Tristin.

"Hardly."

"See you tomorrow."

"Can't wait."

We walk off in our separate directions. I get to economics and take my seat. I sit through 50 torturous minutes and finally the school day is over. After I go to my locker, I go to the front of the school to wait for Shawn and Rory.

"Hey," I say to them as they come towards me.

"Hey," echoes Rory and Shawn.

We all walk to the bus stop and wait on the bench.

"So, what are you doing this weekend?" Rory asks me.

"Remember? Lane has set me up on a blind date?" I remind her.

"Oh yeah. So what will you all be doing tonight?"
"Well, Lane and I are going to drive to Henry's house where we will meet our dates then we are going to an Italian restaurant and later a movie."

"What movie are you going to see?"

"Umm I am not sure."

The bus pulls up, and we get in. We take some empty seats in the middle of the bus. Rory and I sit next to each other while Shawn sits in the seat behind us.

"So, what are you doing tomorrow?" Rory asks me.

"Tristin is coming over to my house."

"For the whole day?"

"Well, not the whole day, but maybe half the day."

"You should ask someone to keep sharp objects away from you."

"Ha, ha. Before I forget, do you have any questions you want me to ask Tristin?"

"How about 'Why are you such a jerk?' or 'Were you dropped on your head as a baby?'"

"I'll take note of that."

"I can't believe Tristin is going to be in my town. I hope Dean and Tristin don't run into each other."

"I'll try to make sure they don't, okay?"

"Okay. So what time is he coming over?"

"9:00 AM. And he will leave whenever."

"How late will your date run tonight? Because you don't want to let your guard down on Tristin if you are tired."

"It depends on my date. If I like him, pretty late. If I don't like him, pretty early."

"And how will you decide if you like him or not?"

"Well, the odds of me knowing him are 50/50 since he does go to Chilton and is in our grade. So if I know the guy, that will help. Otherwise I'll just see if he can hold up a conversation and see what happens from there."

"Good plan."

"I guess. So, what are you doing this weekend?"

"Well I am going to do homework, then go to my weekly dinner at my Grandparents in Hartford. Tomorrow I will do more homework, hang out with Lane, and then go on a date with Dean. Then Sunday I am working at the Inn."

"Nice."

Rory turns around and looks at Shawn who is flipping through an extreme sports magazine.

"So Shawn, what are you doing this weekend?"

"Working, doing homework, and tomorrow night I am going to a party."

"A party?" repeats Rory.

"Yeah, Madeline's parent's are out of town and she and Louise are having a party to celebrate," I say.

"Oh," says Rory glumly. "I guess I wasn't invited since I never heard about it."

"Sorry," says Shawn. "I didn't know. Otherwise I wouldn't have brought it up."
"Me neither," I say.

"That's alright," says Rory, trying to appear cheerful. "I wouldn't have gone anyways. Are you going, Josie?"

"I don't know, I might," I reply. "It depends on my day with Tristin."

"Oh," says Rory.

"So Shawn, did you get a personal invitation from Louise herself?" I ask Shawn.

"Yeah, I did," answers Shawn smugly.

"And you accepted? I mean, she isn't exactly the brightest crayon in the box or the sharpest tool in the shed. You usually go for the girls with actual brain cells in their head."

"Well, maybe Louise just thinks she has to act dumb to have guys like her and she really is very smart."

"Or maybe she is just dumb. What do you think Rory?"

"I think that I shouldn't take sides or insult person's intelligence, even if they are slightly on the dim side," says Rory.

We ride the rest of the drive in silence. 40 minutes later, the bus pulls up to the Stars Hollow stop near the town square and Shawn, Rory, and I get off the bus. Dean is waiting on the bench at the bus stop.

"Hi Dean," I say to him.

"Hey," says Dean.

"Well, I have to go home. I'll see you guys later," I say to Rory and Dean.

I walk home with Shawn in toll. I run up my porch steps and sprint to my room. I go into my closet and go through all my skirts, tops, and dresses. What to wear, what to wear?

"Okay, so it's a blind date and is my first date ever. What the hell should I wear?" I ask myself out-loud.

"You know, some people get sent to "special" hospitals for talking to themselves like that," says Shawn.

I walk out of my closet, look at my doorway and see Shawn standing there.

"You know, some people get killed for spying," I say to Shawn.

"So, going on your first date sis?"

"Yes, I am."

"Who's the unlucky guy."

I sock Shawn in the chest lightly.

"Hardy har. I don't know."

"You don't know?"

"All I know is he goes to Chilton, he is in our grade, and he knows this Korean guy named Henry."

"Waitdid you say your name was Vilandra?"

"Yeah. Why?Oh GodYou aren't my blind date, are you? Eww, eww, EWW"

"No, no," laughed Shawn. "He asked me if I wanted to be set up on a blind date with his girlfriend's friend who doesn't go to Chilton, but I said no."

"Thank you, there is a God! Do you know who was set up with me?"

"No, sorry."

"That's alright. You've been on dates. What should I wear to an Italian restaurant and movies?"

"Stick with something semi-casual."

I grab my denim skirt and black tank top that has a picture of the Eiffel Tower with sparkles around it, then hold it up.

"How's this?"

"Fine."

"Fine?"

"It's good, okay?"

"Okay. Thanks."

"No prob.

I toss my skirt and top on to my bed. I look at my alarm clock and see that it's

5:12 PM. I have about less than 50 minutes until I need to go to Lane's. I go to the bathroom and I start the shower. I go to the linen closet, grab a towel, and then go back into the bathroom. I take all of my Chilton clothes off and toss them into the hamper. I jump into the shower.

30 minutes later, I am done with the shower, and I go back to my room. I get dressed into the clothes I decided to wear for my date. I walk back into my closet to look for some shoes to wear. I pickup my black 1 inch platform sandals and slip them on. I try to dry my hair with the towel for a couple of minutes, and then brush my damp hair. I grab my purse, rush down the stairs, and then go to the living room.

"I'm leaving," I say to my mom who is reading the same book from yesterday. "It's still alright if I borrow the car, right?"

"Yes, honey," she looks up from her book. "Be home by Midnight."

"Alright, bye. Don't wait up for me," I grin.

"Oh, I'll be awake," replies my mom.

I walk towards the door and grab the keys. I go to the closet and grab my jean jacket, then walk out the door of my house. I head to the car, get in, buckle up, and then start the car. I back out of my driveway and drive to Lane's house. When I pull p to the house, I honk the horn twice, as a planned. A couple of seconds later, Lane comes out of her house wearing a simple black, short sleeved, knee-length, dress and gets into the passenger side of the vehicle.

"Hey," says Lane as she buckles her seat belt.

"Hey," I echo as I put the car into drive.

"So how are you feeling? Excited? Nervous? Both?"

"I'm gonna go with both. However, I am really, really hoping the person doesn't end up being someone I can't stand."

"Well, I guess we'll just have to see when we get there."

I pull onto the highway and head for Henry's house. A half an hour later, we pull up to a manor in Hartford. I park the car, then Lane and I get out of the car then walk to Henry's front door. Lane rings the doorbell, and less than a minute later the door swings open. One look of the guy who opens the door and I freeze, as does the person who opened it.

"Tristin?" I say.

"Josie?" Tristin says at the same time.

"What are you doing here?"

"What are you doing here?"

"I asked you first."

"Henry set me up on a blind date. Now you answer."

No! Tristin's my date? This is going to be awkward.

"YOU'RE MY date?"

"YOU'RE Vilandra?"

"Aren't you going to invite us in?" asks Lane.

I look at Lane and remember that she has been standing there with me.

"Right. Come in," says Tristin.

"Hi, I'm Lane," says Lane as we walk through the doorway.

"Tristin DuGrey."

Tristin leads us through the house.

"Oh, so you're the Mary guy."

"I see Josie has already told you about me."

"No, actually it was someone else."

Pretty soon we stop, and are in what appears to be a parlor room. On one of the couches sits a Korean boy whom I have seen in the halls a few times and now presume him to be Henry. He stands up and walks over to us.

"Hi Lane," says Henry. He kisses Lane on the cheek.

"Hi Henry," replies Lane. "This is my friend Josie aka Vilandra."

"Oh, I've seen you around Chilton," says Henry.

"Yeah," I reply.

"So, are you guys ready to go?" asks Lane.

"Yeah," says Henry.

"So whose car are we taking?" I ask.

"Mine," replies Henry.

"Should I park mine on the street?"

"No, it's fine in the driveway."

"Okay."

As we walk out of the house, I take another look at Tristin. His blonde hair was in the usual tousled condition, and he was wearing khaki pants and a Hawaiian print-type button down shirt. He sure looks even better out of his Chilton uniform. We head towards a three-door garage. Henry opens one of the garages with a little remote he has, and reveals a shiny, silver BMW. Henry gets into the driver's side, and Lane gets into the passenger side. I climb into the side Henry went into, while Tristin goes to Lane side.

The first five minutes of the drive was only filled of Henry and Lane's voices. Tristin breaks the silence between us.

"Vilandra? You picked the name Vilandra?" asks Tristin giving me a weird look.

"What? I had Roswell on the brain," I answer. "Why did you accept this date in the first place? I mean, you don't exactly seem like the type who needs help at getting dates."

"Thank you," smirks Tristin.

I glare at him.

"Well, if you really want to know, Josie, the reason I decided to accept this date was that I was sick of the mostly mindless girls that fill the Chilton halls."

"If you wanted a change of girls, all you would have to do is go to somewhere in Hartford, find a girl who didn't go to Chilton, flash a smile, ask her for her number, which she will gladly give to you, and voila, you got yourself a date with a non-Chiltonite."

"Yeah, I guess. When Henry said the girl's name was Vilandra I imagained an exotic, gorgeous beauty, but instead I got you."

"Oh thanks," I say dryly. "I'll always like hearing how gorgeous I'm not." I gaze out the window, trying not to form tears. Why, oh why did I ever accept this stupid, God damn date? Maybe I can just say I have to go to the bathroom, then slip out of the restaurant.

I feel a hand resting on my arm. Zaps of electricity run through my body. God Josie. It's just Tristin. Hot, gorgeous Tristin, yes, but it's Tristin who likes Rory Tristin. I ignore the feeling, and I look over to at Tristin.

"I didn't mean you aren't gorgeous, because you are," says Tristin. "You just weren't what I was expecting."

"Yeah right. Nice attempt of a save," I practically snarl.

"It's true," says Tristin.

"Whatever," I sigh. Then I mumble, "Some first date in my life this has turned out to be."

"First date?" repeats Tristin.

I smack my forehead with my hand. Great, I can't believe he heard that! Damn it!

"What?"

"You said this was your first date."

"Did I?"

"Yeah."

"I didn't say it, I mumbled it so you wouldn't hear it."

"Well, I did. So, I am your first date EVER!" grins Tristin.

"Bite me," I growl.

The car stops and I see we are in front of the Italian restaurant. We all get out of the car. We walk towards the restaurant's doors and Tristin opens the door for me.

"Thanks," I reply. At least he'll try to not be an ass in publichopefully.

We walk into the restaurant and go to the maitred'.

"Do you have a reservation?" asks the maitred'.

"Yes, it's under the Henry Chow party," says Henry. (Note to reader: Last name subject to change.)

"Ah, yes," says the maitred'. "Follow me."

The maitred' leads us to a booth in the back of the restaurant. I slid into one side of the booth, followed by Tristin, while Lane and Henry sit on the other side. The maitred' hands us our menus.

"Your waiter will be hear to take your orders," says the maitred'.

The maitred' leaves our table.

"So, Josie, are you going to Louise's party tomorrow night?" ask Henry.

"Oh, I don't know. I was thinking about it," I reply. "Are you going?"

"Yeah, most likely," replies Henry.

"How 'bout you Tristin? You going?" I ask him.

"Probably," replies Tristin.

The waiter comes to our table and takes our orders. After the waiter leaves, we get start talking again.

"So, what movie are we seeing?" I ask.

"The Musketeer," replies Lane.

"Oh, the movie with Chris O'Donnell," I reply.

"Yeah," says Lane.

"Cool, I've been wanting to see that," I say.

The waiter comes back with our drinks, then leaves again. We talk for 15 more minutes, then our food comes. A half an hour later, we walk to the nearby movie theatre. Henry and Lane walk together, while Tristin and I are behind them.

"Thanks for dinner, although I could have paid for it myself," I say to Tristin.

"Like I said before, it's no problem," says Tristin. "And since you're new the game of dating, I'll let you know the rules for dates, the guy usually pays."

"That is so old fashioned. I can't assume the guy will pay."

"If they guy doesn't pay, then they tend to be jerks."

"Oh really? Then why did you pay?" I grin evilly.

"Ha, ha."

"Well, let me pay for the movie tickets."

"No, like I said, the guy pays on dates."

"You consider this a date?"

"Of course, why wouldn't I?"

"Well, you seem like the type of person who dates consist of only making out."

"Usually they are."

"Well we aren't making out."

"Yes, but the night is young. I mean, we will be in a dark theatre soon," Tristin smirks again.

"Not in this lifetime."

"We'll see."

We get to the movie theatre and enter the building. We go to the ticket booth and I open my purse to take out my wallet, but Tristin stops me.

"I said I'm paying," says Tristin.

"But," I start.

"I won't take no as an answer."

I give up. No point in passing up this opportunity of a free movie.

"You aren't going to hang this over my head, are you?"

"Maybe."

Tristin gives his trademark smirk. Tristin pulls out his wallet and pays for his and my tickets. We follow Lane and Henry to the guy who takes the tickets and Tristin hands him our tickets and are given back the stubs. We walk pass the concessions since we just ate and walk into the dim theatre. We pick seats near the back. The seat order is Henry, Lane, me, and then Tristin.

As the theatre lights fad to black, Tristin puts his arm around my shoulder. As his arm touches the back of my neck the same feeling from the car ride runs through my body again. Ignore it, Josie. As much as I want his arm around me, I realize it's Tristin who turns girls into flavors of the week, even after he started to really like Rory. I grab Tristin's wrist, and take it of my shoulder.

"Try that again, and you'll be down an arm," I threaten Tristin.

"Okay, okay," replies Tristin.

The movie starts and we concentrate on the movie. About 2 hours later, we walk out of the movie theatre.

"That was a really great movie," I say. "I especially loved the fight sequences."

"The fight sequences were a rip-off on Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon," says Tristin.

"Well, I still liked it," I reply.

We walk back to the car and after Henry unlocks the driver's door then pushes the unlock button, Tristin opens the door for me.

"Ladies first," gestures Tristin.

"Thank you," I smile.

I climb into the seat, then Tristin shuts the door. He walks behind the car and goes to the other side. He opens his door and climbs in. After everyone is in the car and buckled up, Henry starts the engine, and we drive back to Henry's house.

We pull up to the driveway and Henry parks the car in the garage. We all get out of the car and walk out of the garage.

"We'll I am going to head out," says Tristin. He looks at me and smirks. "I've got a study date tomorrow."

"It's not a date," I say.

"Alright, well, see you Monday then," says Henry.

"Yeah," replies Tristin. "It was nice meeting you Lane."

"Same," says Lane.

"Let me walk you to your car," I say to Tristin.

"Okay," replies Tristin.

"Meet me at the car," I say to Lane.

"Okay," replies Lane.

Tristin starts walking, and I walk with him.

"Okay, I have a few rules about you coming to Stars Hollow which you will follow unless you want to get on my bad side," I say to Tristin.

"I'm listening," replies Tristin.

"Number one, if you see Rory, don't harass her in any way."

"Okay. Doable."

"Number two, if you see Dean, don't harass him any way."

"Dean?"

"You know Rory's boyfriend?"

Tristin's face dropped.

"Oh, right."

Tristin stops next to a car, but I don't really pay attention to it and continue talking.

"If you start a fight with Dean, I will feel horrible because I invited you to our town and Rory will get upset with me, even though she'll say she's not upset because she's knows that I know Dean and your past scuffle. But I know she really will be upset and because she is really nice and won't tell me she's mad at me. And I am going to shut up now because I'm am just going on and on like a stupid idiot."

Think, then speak, Josie.

Tristin starts to laugh at me.

"It's not funny."

"Yes, it is. Look, I won't start anything with Dean. Unless, he starts it, then all beats are off."

"Fine. But if I find out that you started it, you better pick out your tombstone."

"Understood."

Tristin takes out some keys and leans back on the car. I take a good look at the car and assume it belongs Tristin. It's a silver, practically brand new Porsche.

"Nice car. Suits you," I comment.

"Cause I have a nice body?" smirks Tristin.

"No, I was thinking flashy and fast."

"Ha, ha."

"Is this your only car or did your parents buy you others?"

"I also have Nissan Exterra and a BMW."

"Oh."

"Is that your car?" Tristin nods to my family's PT Cruiser.

"No, it's more of the family's car," I reply.

"Oh."

"Well, I'll let you go home and get some sleep. See you tomorrow."

"What, no good-night kiss?"

I roll my eyes.

"Goodbye Tristin. Drive safely."

"See ya."

Tristin opens his car door and gets in. He revs up his Porsche's engine and drives out of the driveway. I turn and walk back to my car where Lane is standing at the passenger side.

"Ready to go?" I ask her.

"Yep."

I unlock the driver's door and get in. I unlock the passenger side and Lane climbs into the car. I start the engine, and we drive off. As we pull onto the highway, Lane starts talking about the date.

"So, did you have fun?" asks Lane.

"Eh," I shrug.

"Eh?"

"Well, it was nice."

"Nice?"

"Yes, nice."

"Do you like Tristin?"

"I've only known him for 5 days."

"But do you like him? And I stress the word like."

"Well he'sokay."

"Okay?"

"Will you stop repeating what I say?"

"Fine, don't get so touchy. Could you just please answer the question straight and I promise I won't bug you."

"Well, like I said before, he is definitely a hottie. And he can be nice at times. But sometimes there is this side to him, the side he usually shows Rory, that can be hella annoying and make me want to beat him senseless."

"Do you think you'll ever like him more?"

"I don't know. But if I do, it will be pointless."

"Why?"

"Cuz he likes Rory."

"He told you this?"

"No, I can just tell."

"Well, trust me, he's all yours. I don't think Rory will ever go for him."

"I knowSo did you like the movie?"

"Total change of subject."

"Just answer the question."

"Romance, action, vengeance? What's there not to love?"

"Exactly."

"So, how was your first week of Chilton?"

"Way too hard. Chilton is so not the school for me."

"Then why don't you drop out and go to Stars Hollow High?"

"My parent's wouldn't let me."

"Oh."

"Yeah. So I guess I'm just stuck at Chilton."

"Well, look at it this way: It's only two years."

"True."

I turn the radio on, and for the rest of the car ride we drive in silence. About 20 minutes later I pull of to the sidewalk next to Lane's house. Lane opens the door and climbs out of the car. She sticks her head back into my car.

"After your done with Tristin, come to my house and tell me all the gruesome details of your day with him," says Lane.

"Okay. See ya."

"Bye."

Lane closes the door, waves good-bye, then walks to the front door of her house. I put the car in drive and go to my house. I glance at my car's clock and see that it's 10:57. I park the gar in the driveway and turn the ignition off. I open the door, get out of the car, push the automatic lock button and then close my door shut. I walk up the porch stairs and open my front door. I stop through the doorway and close the door behind me.

I walk into the living room to find my mom on the couch still read her book.

"Hi mom."

"Oh, hi Josie. What time is it?"

"11."

"A whole hour before curfew. Good girl."

"Yeah well, I have an early morning."

"Early morning?"

"Remember mom?" I sigh. "English project? Partner coming over? Any of this registering in your memory bank?"

"Oh, yes. What was your partner's name again? Trevor?"

"Tristin, mom. Tristin."

"Right."

A yawn escapes my mouth.

"Well, I'm going to bed. Night."

"Goodnight."

I kiss my mom on the cheek.

"Now, don't stay up too late," I tell her

"I'm almost done."

I start going to the stairs when my mom stops me and I turn to face her.

"Oh, Josie, before I forget, your father and I are going to go to Hartford for the day again."

"Okay. What time are you guys leaving?"

"Probably around 9:30."

"Alright. Well, goodnight again."

"Night."

I turn back around to face the stairs and walk up them. I go up to my room and change into my tank top and some pajama bottoms. As I crawl into bed, something I said this morning totally hit me. I called myself a Chilton skank. Okay, so technically I didn't since I didn't now I was Tristin's blind date, but basically, I kinda did. I want to think more about that, but my exhaustion beats my thoughts. My eyes flutter close and I quickly fall to sleep.

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