"We'll be together. Always together. Like birds of a feather, forever and ever." Rory stopped singing and started to mimic the electric guitar riff. (AN: This paragraph is totally wasted if you haven't seen the movie. I recommend it. It's shamelessly sappy but Max Caulfield aka Michael is major eye candy. Sweet!)

"Ror? Remember when you were singing I Will Survive, and you said you couldn't sing. And then I said you could and that you had a beautiful voice?" Tristan interrupted.

"Yes," Rory said slowly.

"That compliment does not transfer to vocal instrumental performances."

"Humph!" Rory stopped the video and hit the rewind button.

"Hey, the movie hasn't finished yet!" Tristan objected.

"There's just one more scene after that one, where all the characters graduate and celebrate by jumping in the air. Nothing rlife-altering." A grin slowly spread across Rory's face. "Wait a minute! Don't tell me you actually liked that movie!"

"Oh, please! It was a total chick flick.  I was just . . .concerned." He chose his words carefully.

"Concerned?" Rory questioned. "About what?"

"About you. I thought you might suffer ignorant-movie-ending-itis, that's all."

"You've been hanging around my mom, way too much."

"Jealous?"

"Oh please! It's not jealousy it's pity. Pity for her not you."

Tristan poked her tongue out at her.

"Oh, that was mature. Are we nine again?" Rory remarked.

"I'll have you know that I was a very mature nine year old."

"And you've obviously regressed from there." Rory walked to the VCR and ejected the video. "Hey, you wanna get some ice cream before you head off? I've got to get you away from strawberry and onto something more exotic."

"Such as?"

"Toffee crunch?" Rory suggested.

"Hey, start off slowly!"

"Okay, we'll start with raspberry. Slightly more exotic than strawberry, yet close enough that it'll resemble it in sight and sound."

"No good, I'm allergic to raspberry."

"Seriously?"

"Very seriously," Tristan said seriously. "My airway swells up."

"Well, at least it'll match the rest of your head," Rory pointed out.

"Funny. Very funny. You'll not think it so funny, if you had to give me mouth to mouth."

"No, I wouldn't," Rory agreed.

"Ror, can I talk to you seriously for a sec?" Tristan asked.

"Sure. What's up?"

Tristan took a deep breath to clear his head.

*Damn that guitar riff for ruining the romantic moment*

"Um . . .er, well . . ." he started

"Some, very serious words," Rory commented.

"Shuuuuddup! I'm trying to be romantic, here." Tristan gulped.

*Whoops!  That is an example of how I didn't want it to come out*

Rory raised a questioning eyebrow and waited for him to continue.

*Did he just say romantic?*

Tristan rubbed the back of his neck.

"Ror." He took her hands in his and watched as her cheeks began to flush. He smiled.

*Hmm. Things don't seem so one-sided anymore*

*Aah, my face is flushing! I hope he doesn't notice*

"I make you nervous, Rory?" It was a statement.

"No, you make me nausous," she removed her hands from his.

*Nooo! Why did I just do that? Cos you're stupid, Stupid. Ahhh! Undo, undo! Where's the control + z button when you need it? If only I didn't blush. I totally ruined a perfect moment*

Tristan however was undeterred.

"You don't mean that, do you?" he asked, again reaching for her hands.

AN: And I'll end it there. Here's the deal. 70 reveiws = chapter 10. Deal? [Spits on her hand and offers it to the modem]

Special thanks to Priya for her email and OWPNN for her constant insanity. More Trory and L/L in the next chapter. Not that I've written it yet. I'm just psychic. Don't forget to review if you want more. I love being evil!