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Note from author : I know most of you wanna know where Dean is and why he's not by Rory's side during all of this. In all honesty, when I started writing, bagboy never crossed my mind (as I said before, I live in denial where Trory is a way of life.) But now that its been pointed out, I've put something together that will explain it all.
"Baby, Be Mine"
Chapter 04
"I don't belive you!" Rory exclaimed, playfully hitting Tristan on the arm.
Tristan's mouth turned up into a grin. "Why is it so hard to believe that I've never touched that stuff? Do you really think that lowly of me, Mary?"
Rory's blue eyes narrowed at the familiar nickname. "Yes, as a matter of a fact, I do. What are you still doing here, shouldn't you have left already?" She demanded, the tone of her voice decieving the serious look on her face. They had been sitting in her room for the past four hours, pushing the outside world away and creating their own safe haven - together.
Tristan clamped a fist over his heart. "You kill me, Rory. If thats what you really want, I'll go home," he said, starting to get up, only to have Rory pull him back down by his arm.
"NO. Stay, please."
Tristan sat back in the chair and smirked. "I knew you wanted me."
Rory rolled her eyes, "On second thought, get out of here. There isn't enough room for the two of us and your ego."
"Ah,ah,ah, you're not going to get rid of me so fast." Tristan replied, sticking his tongue out at her in a childish manner.
"Damn, should've taken the chance when I had it. Oh well, I guess I'll just have to leave," Rory said, swinging her legs over the side of her bed and stood up, heading for the door.
Tristan instantly grabbed her hand and pulled her back, both of them staring in shock at each other, having felt the electricity that had coursed through their bodies at that one touch. Rory absentmindedly sat back down on her bed, her eyes not leaving Tristans face, and he mirrored her stunned silence.
"What the hell was that," Rory thought, her mind wandering.
Tristan cleared his throat and forced a smile on his face. "Well, I guess I should be going."
Rory stood up as he did. "You don't have to," she said quietly.
"I should be getting home anyway. Got school tomorrow, you know," Tristan replied just as quietly.
Rory nodded and followed him out to the front door. "Thank you for coming over today, Tristan. I appreciate it. You made me feel alive for the first time since... that night."
Tristan smiled and leaned over to hug her, surprising them both. "I'm glad I did. We'll have to do it again."
Rory smiled back, "I'd like that. Call me sometime."
"Count on it. I'll see you later, Rory." Tristan called, getting into his car.
Rory stared after him, standing there long after his car had disappeared from sight. Who would've thought there was an actual human being underneath the mean exterior of Tristan? And such a considerate, kind, caring, sexy.... "whoa, wait a minute there kiddo," Rory scolded herself, "dont let this being friends with Bible-boy get too out of hand. Beside's the fact that he isnt that good looking, you have a boyfriend. Dean. Yes, remember Dean? The brown haired boy at the market? You love him, so stop thinking about Tristan. Call Dean. He probably thinks you hate him, go apologize. " Rory ordered herself to push any of those thoughts away. Why should she call him anyway? He's the one who hadn't even bothered stopping by after this incident, the one who threw a hissy fit when she told him that her grandparents set her up with.... him... for that one lousy, stupid party. What was it that he said? Something along the lines of "If you're going to be a whore, at least do it with someone worth losing me over." So mean, so vile. No, she wasn't about to call him and apologize. Apologize? She hadnt done anything wrong. It wasn't even a date, it was just.... a thing. Somewhere within the house, the phone rang, but Rory barely heard it, the raging anger that had been bottled up inside her the past week finally finding its way out. Oh she would call Dean alright, but it wouldn't be the call he was expecting. Letting out a held breath, she shook her head. No, that wasn't her. She didn't do mean things to the people she cared about, regardless of what they said and did to her. But him calling her a whore wasn't something she was going to let go of so easily. Sighing, Rory stomped back into the house to wait for her mother.
*****
"Rory!" Christopher exclaimed, coming into the Gilmore house early the next afternoon. "Its so good to see you up and about again."
Rory smiled faintly at her father and hugged him tightly. "Its good to be up again. I'm sorry I haven't been the best of company lately, Dad."
Christopher shook his head. "Don't apologize, Ror. Its completely understandable. How are you doing now though? You look like you're feeling better."
"I'm am feeling better. I just want to put all of this behind me. I can't let him ruin my life when I've worked so hard for everything." Rory explained, taking the cup of coffee from her father.
Christopher chuckled as he watched her chug it down like a frat boy with a beer. She was so much like her mother.... "Thats the kind of attitude I expected from you. Have you decided when you're going back to school?"
A content sigh fell from her lips and she smiled brightly. "Tomorrow. I've missed so much, it'll probably take me the rest of the semester to catch up, I dont want to fall any further behind. Grandma said that... he transferred out anyway, so I should be okay."
"Im glad to hear that. But do tell, what brought on this miraculous turn around? Just yesterday I couldn't even get you to look at me and now you're going back to school. What gives?"
A look of joy crossed Rory's features. "I got a visit from a friend yesterday, he listened to me and didn't force me to do or say anything I didn't want to. He made me realize I have so much more to live for and letting this get the best of me would just suck."
"I think I want to meet this friend. Does he live around here?"
"No, he goes to Chilton. He wasn't really a friend until yesterday.... more like a loathed enemy, but things change, right?" Rory asked, looking up at her father with big blue eyes.
Christopher smiled, pride flowing within him. For the first time, he realized and acknowledged what it really felt like and meant to be a father. "Right. Not to change the subject, but where's Lorelai?"
"The Inn. Something involving an exploding souffle or something like that. I didn't ask too many questions."
Shaking his head, Christopher got up. "I dont think I want to know. I'm going to look for a job, you'll be okay wont you?"
"A job? Here? Does that mean you're staying?" Rory squeaked.
Christopher smiled and nodded. "Yeah, I'm staying. Its about time I settle down somewhere, and whats better then close to my two favorite girls? Don't tell you're mother I said that, wouldn't want it to go to her head, now would we?"
Rory broke into a brilliant smile that lit up the room and she threw her arms around his neck. "Thank you thank you thank you thank you!"
"Well, I better get going before all the decent jobs are gone. Tell Lorelai I'll be back later, I need to talk to her."
"Okay. See ya later, Dad."
*****
"Hey, Rory, can I talk to you?" Came the quiet voice behind her.
Rory whirrled around, her hair flying around her head. "Dean, I dont have time for this right now. I have to get to school."
Dean glanced at the ground and then back up at her. "Please? I want to apologize, I know I was a jerk. Give me five minutes, please."
Rory was about to reply but a car pulled up and honked. Gazing over at the silver Porsche that just pulled into her driveway, her heart dropped. "Listen, my rides here, I have to go. Call me later and we'll talk, okay?"
Dean nodded and watched her get into the luxury vehicle, not recognizing the driver until he drove out of view.
What the hell was Rory doing with Tristan?
I know thats a sucky place to leave off, but I suck, so its expected. Thank you so much to all the nice people who've left great reviews and even those who didn't have the nicest things to say. I appreciate all feedback.
Feedback : you guys are so nice, Im glad you're enjoying the story. I'll try to update at least once a week, but we all know how that goes with school. Hope you enjoy the new chapter :)
Note from author : I know most of you wanna know where Dean is and why he's not by Rory's side during all of this. In all honesty, when I started writing, bagboy never crossed my mind (as I said before, I live in denial where Trory is a way of life.) But now that its been pointed out, I've put something together that will explain it all.
Chapter 04
"I don't belive you!" Rory exclaimed, playfully hitting Tristan on the arm.
Tristan's mouth turned up into a grin. "Why is it so hard to believe that I've never touched that stuff? Do you really think that lowly of me, Mary?"
Rory's blue eyes narrowed at the familiar nickname. "Yes, as a matter of a fact, I do. What are you still doing here, shouldn't you have left already?" She demanded, the tone of her voice decieving the serious look on her face. They had been sitting in her room for the past four hours, pushing the outside world away and creating their own safe haven - together.
Tristan clamped a fist over his heart. "You kill me, Rory. If thats what you really want, I'll go home," he said, starting to get up, only to have Rory pull him back down by his arm.
"NO. Stay, please."
Tristan sat back in the chair and smirked. "I knew you wanted me."
Rory rolled her eyes, "On second thought, get out of here. There isn't enough room for the two of us and your ego."
"Ah,ah,ah, you're not going to get rid of me so fast." Tristan replied, sticking his tongue out at her in a childish manner.
"Damn, should've taken the chance when I had it. Oh well, I guess I'll just have to leave," Rory said, swinging her legs over the side of her bed and stood up, heading for the door.
Tristan instantly grabbed her hand and pulled her back, both of them staring in shock at each other, having felt the electricity that had coursed through their bodies at that one touch. Rory absentmindedly sat back down on her bed, her eyes not leaving Tristans face, and he mirrored her stunned silence.
"What the hell was that," Rory thought, her mind wandering.
Tristan cleared his throat and forced a smile on his face. "Well, I guess I should be going."
Rory stood up as he did. "You don't have to," she said quietly.
"I should be getting home anyway. Got school tomorrow, you know," Tristan replied just as quietly.
Rory nodded and followed him out to the front door. "Thank you for coming over today, Tristan. I appreciate it. You made me feel alive for the first time since... that night."
Tristan smiled and leaned over to hug her, surprising them both. "I'm glad I did. We'll have to do it again."
Rory smiled back, "I'd like that. Call me sometime."
"Count on it. I'll see you later, Rory." Tristan called, getting into his car.
Rory stared after him, standing there long after his car had disappeared from sight. Who would've thought there was an actual human being underneath the mean exterior of Tristan? And such a considerate, kind, caring, sexy.... "whoa, wait a minute there kiddo," Rory scolded herself, "dont let this being friends with Bible-boy get too out of hand. Beside's the fact that he isnt that good looking, you have a boyfriend. Dean. Yes, remember Dean? The brown haired boy at the market? You love him, so stop thinking about Tristan. Call Dean. He probably thinks you hate him, go apologize. " Rory ordered herself to push any of those thoughts away. Why should she call him anyway? He's the one who hadn't even bothered stopping by after this incident, the one who threw a hissy fit when she told him that her grandparents set her up with.... him... for that one lousy, stupid party. What was it that he said? Something along the lines of "If you're going to be a whore, at least do it with someone worth losing me over." So mean, so vile. No, she wasn't about to call him and apologize. Apologize? She hadnt done anything wrong. It wasn't even a date, it was just.... a thing. Somewhere within the house, the phone rang, but Rory barely heard it, the raging anger that had been bottled up inside her the past week finally finding its way out. Oh she would call Dean alright, but it wouldn't be the call he was expecting. Letting out a held breath, she shook her head. No, that wasn't her. She didn't do mean things to the people she cared about, regardless of what they said and did to her. But him calling her a whore wasn't something she was going to let go of so easily. Sighing, Rory stomped back into the house to wait for her mother.
*****
"Rory!" Christopher exclaimed, coming into the Gilmore house early the next afternoon. "Its so good to see you up and about again."
Rory smiled faintly at her father and hugged him tightly. "Its good to be up again. I'm sorry I haven't been the best of company lately, Dad."
Christopher shook his head. "Don't apologize, Ror. Its completely understandable. How are you doing now though? You look like you're feeling better."
"I'm am feeling better. I just want to put all of this behind me. I can't let him ruin my life when I've worked so hard for everything." Rory explained, taking the cup of coffee from her father.
Christopher chuckled as he watched her chug it down like a frat boy with a beer. She was so much like her mother.... "Thats the kind of attitude I expected from you. Have you decided when you're going back to school?"
A content sigh fell from her lips and she smiled brightly. "Tomorrow. I've missed so much, it'll probably take me the rest of the semester to catch up, I dont want to fall any further behind. Grandma said that... he transferred out anyway, so I should be okay."
"Im glad to hear that. But do tell, what brought on this miraculous turn around? Just yesterday I couldn't even get you to look at me and now you're going back to school. What gives?"
A look of joy crossed Rory's features. "I got a visit from a friend yesterday, he listened to me and didn't force me to do or say anything I didn't want to. He made me realize I have so much more to live for and letting this get the best of me would just suck."
"I think I want to meet this friend. Does he live around here?"
"No, he goes to Chilton. He wasn't really a friend until yesterday.... more like a loathed enemy, but things change, right?" Rory asked, looking up at her father with big blue eyes.
Christopher smiled, pride flowing within him. For the first time, he realized and acknowledged what it really felt like and meant to be a father. "Right. Not to change the subject, but where's Lorelai?"
"The Inn. Something involving an exploding souffle or something like that. I didn't ask too many questions."
Shaking his head, Christopher got up. "I dont think I want to know. I'm going to look for a job, you'll be okay wont you?"
"A job? Here? Does that mean you're staying?" Rory squeaked.
Christopher smiled and nodded. "Yeah, I'm staying. Its about time I settle down somewhere, and whats better then close to my two favorite girls? Don't tell you're mother I said that, wouldn't want it to go to her head, now would we?"
Rory broke into a brilliant smile that lit up the room and she threw her arms around his neck. "Thank you thank you thank you thank you!"
"Well, I better get going before all the decent jobs are gone. Tell Lorelai I'll be back later, I need to talk to her."
"Okay. See ya later, Dad."
*****
"Hey, Rory, can I talk to you?" Came the quiet voice behind her.
Rory whirrled around, her hair flying around her head. "Dean, I dont have time for this right now. I have to get to school."
Dean glanced at the ground and then back up at her. "Please? I want to apologize, I know I was a jerk. Give me five minutes, please."
Rory was about to reply but a car pulled up and honked. Gazing over at the silver Porsche that just pulled into her driveway, her heart dropped. "Listen, my rides here, I have to go. Call me later and we'll talk, okay?"
Dean nodded and watched her get into the luxury vehicle, not recognizing the driver until he drove out of view.
What the hell was Rory doing with Tristan?
I know thats a sucky place to leave off, but I suck, so its expected. Thank you so much to all the nice people who've left great reviews and even those who didn't have the nicest things to say. I appreciate all feedback.