Author: archangel
E-mail: archangel50210@msn.com
Rating: PG-13 for now
Pairing: Trory
CONTENT - a little swearing
DISCLAIMER - Amy Sherman-Palladino and the WB own the characters and the show. All that's mine is this story.
AUTHORS NOTE - This is my first fanfic so I would appreciate any reviews. Constructive criticism is welcome. Please review.
"Just open, Daisy." Rory shook her locker, but to no avail.
Tristan smirked, leaning against his locker. "Who are you talking to?"
Rory looked at him. "My locker. It gets stuck."
Tristan smirked. "Daisy?"
Rory blushed. "Well, I figured I like to be called by my name, which, in case you weren't sure, is RORY. So I thought my locker would appreciate a name and be nice to me."
Tristan chuckled. "You think your locker would be nicer if you named it after a flower?"
Rory shook her head. "Not a flower. A very nice dog."
Tristan shook his head. "Yeah, okay. So,... are we going to research our topic today?"
Rory nodded. "We should pick a topic first."
"Yeah, so I'll meet you at our lockers and we'll go up to the library together.:
Rory nodded. "Yeah, okay. That would be great."
Tristan nodded. "So, move over."
Rory looked at him, confused. "What, why? I don't have to-"
Tristan gently pushed her aside and jerked the handle up. The locker door flung open. Rory grinned at him. "Thanks Tristan."
Tristan looked at his hands. "Hey Mar- Rory, do you think that, one day, we could, uh, be friends?" Tristan asked this hopefully, not meeting her eyes.
Rory smiled at him, surprised he had corrected himself on her name. "Know what, Tristan. I think that is very possible."
Tristan finally looked up at her. "Really," he asked hopefully.
Rory looked him in the eyes. "Yes, Tristan. I think something could be arranged."
Tristan smirked. "I knew you liked me."
Rory rolled her eyes. "If we're gonna be friends, then you can't hit on me, say anything like that, call me Mary, say-"
Tristan cut her off. "You know, maybe the list of things I can do is shorter."
Rory grinned. "Three cups of coffee everyday."
"Okay, so not only did we do our research but we did the rough draft of our paper. Hey Rory, we make a good team." Tristan grinned at her, opening the door of his car. "SO Rory, I was thinking of hitting Starbucks before I leave. Wanna come?"
When Rory heard the name of the coffee shop, her face lit up. "Yes, yes, yes. You are a God."
Tristan laughed. "Adonis?"
Rory shook her head. "You just keep telling yourself that. Try Zeus."
Tristan nodded seriously. "That works. I have gone out with about 99% of the girls here."
Rory smacked him in the back of the head. "Okay, that's more like bin Laden's father. Seriously, who haven't you gone out with?"
"You, Megan Carmody, and Angela Hershey."
Rory laughed. "How'd you know that off the top of your head?"
Tristan smirked. "They're my next conquests."
Rory hit him again. "And I was on that list?"
Tristan grinned. "Abuse. And yes. I plan on having gone out with every girl by the time I graduate."
Rory narrowed her eyes. "That's sick."
"I know"
"Tris- what am I going to do with you?"
Tristan waggled his eyebrows.
Rory laughed. "Uhuh. No. Nope. Never. Eww, Tristan," Rory whined.
He grinned. "Just kidding. Kinda. I'm happy we're friends. I wouldn't want to ruin that. Seriously, it's important to me."
Rory grinned at him. "Yeah, me too." She gave him a quick hug.
They pulled into Starbucks. Rory grinned, jumping out of the BMW. "Coffee, the sole thing that keeps me alive." Turning to Tristan, she added, "And you, sir, owe me three cups."
E-mail: archangel50210@msn.com
Rating: PG-13 for now
Pairing: Trory
CONTENT - a little swearing
DISCLAIMER - Amy Sherman-Palladino and the WB own the characters and the show. All that's mine is this story.
AUTHORS NOTE - This is my first fanfic so I would appreciate any reviews. Constructive criticism is welcome. Please review.
"Just open, Daisy." Rory shook her locker, but to no avail.
Tristan smirked, leaning against his locker. "Who are you talking to?"
Rory looked at him. "My locker. It gets stuck."
Tristan smirked. "Daisy?"
Rory blushed. "Well, I figured I like to be called by my name, which, in case you weren't sure, is RORY. So I thought my locker would appreciate a name and be nice to me."
Tristan chuckled. "You think your locker would be nicer if you named it after a flower?"
Rory shook her head. "Not a flower. A very nice dog."
Tristan shook his head. "Yeah, okay. So,... are we going to research our topic today?"
Rory nodded. "We should pick a topic first."
"Yeah, so I'll meet you at our lockers and we'll go up to the library together.:
Rory nodded. "Yeah, okay. That would be great."
Tristan nodded. "So, move over."
Rory looked at him, confused. "What, why? I don't have to-"
Tristan gently pushed her aside and jerked the handle up. The locker door flung open. Rory grinned at him. "Thanks Tristan."
Tristan looked at his hands. "Hey Mar- Rory, do you think that, one day, we could, uh, be friends?" Tristan asked this hopefully, not meeting her eyes.
Rory smiled at him, surprised he had corrected himself on her name. "Know what, Tristan. I think that is very possible."
Tristan finally looked up at her. "Really," he asked hopefully.
Rory looked him in the eyes. "Yes, Tristan. I think something could be arranged."
Tristan smirked. "I knew you liked me."
Rory rolled her eyes. "If we're gonna be friends, then you can't hit on me, say anything like that, call me Mary, say-"
Tristan cut her off. "You know, maybe the list of things I can do is shorter."
Rory grinned. "Three cups of coffee everyday."
"Okay, so not only did we do our research but we did the rough draft of our paper. Hey Rory, we make a good team." Tristan grinned at her, opening the door of his car. "SO Rory, I was thinking of hitting Starbucks before I leave. Wanna come?"
When Rory heard the name of the coffee shop, her face lit up. "Yes, yes, yes. You are a God."
Tristan laughed. "Adonis?"
Rory shook her head. "You just keep telling yourself that. Try Zeus."
Tristan nodded seriously. "That works. I have gone out with about 99% of the girls here."
Rory smacked him in the back of the head. "Okay, that's more like bin Laden's father. Seriously, who haven't you gone out with?"
"You, Megan Carmody, and Angela Hershey."
Rory laughed. "How'd you know that off the top of your head?"
Tristan smirked. "They're my next conquests."
Rory hit him again. "And I was on that list?"
Tristan grinned. "Abuse. And yes. I plan on having gone out with every girl by the time I graduate."
Rory narrowed her eyes. "That's sick."
"I know"
"Tris- what am I going to do with you?"
Tristan waggled his eyebrows.
Rory laughed. "Uhuh. No. Nope. Never. Eww, Tristan," Rory whined.
He grinned. "Just kidding. Kinda. I'm happy we're friends. I wouldn't want to ruin that. Seriously, it's important to me."
Rory grinned at him. "Yeah, me too." She gave him a quick hug.
They pulled into Starbucks. Rory grinned, jumping out of the BMW. "Coffee, the sole thing that keeps me alive." Turning to Tristan, she added, "And you, sir, owe me three cups."