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"Baby, Be Mine"
Chapter 05
"Everyone's looking at me," Rory mumbled as she and Tristan walked side by side up the front walk to Chilton.
Tristan gave her a sideways glance. "Just ignore them, Rory. If anyone bothers you, just tell me and I'll take care of them."
Rory swallowed the lump in her throat as they passed by Paris, who shot daggers in their direction. Today was going to be hell.. even worse than before. There was an annoying nagging feeling in Rory's stomach that kept telling her that somehow, someway everyone knew what happened. That they were all laughing at her, pointing, staring, laughing. Just after the twosome entered the school, Rory stopped short, her eyes burning holes into Tristan's back, him having not noticed she wasn't beside him. It wasn't long before he realized it, and he turned, questions apparent in his crystal clear blue eyes.
"You okay?"
Silently, Rory shook her head vehemently. "I have to get out of here," she whispered, her voice thick with fear.
Quickly, Tristan was back at her side, leading her back out into the parking lot. After what she had been put through, he didn't think it was wise to fight with her. It was better that he be with her then she be off alone, god knows what running through her head. "Come on, lets go."
Rory didn't bother arguing as he revved the engine to the Porche up and took off out of the parking lot. She didn't argue while he did 80 down the highway and didn't argue when he drove up to his house. She didn't argue when he pulled her inside or invited her into his room.
"Thank you," Rory got out before Tristan motioned for her to follow him out onto the balcony that overlooked the majestic gardens on the grounds below.
"You don't have to thank me, Rory."
Rory looked up at him, genuinley surprised. "Can I ask why you're being so nice to me? I mean, you didn't know before you came to my house on Monday, did you? Why the sudden change in heart?"
Fidgeting with the zipper on his jacket, Tristan didn't answer immediately. Instead he was quiet for what could've rivaled an eternity. Outwardly, it appeared he was just trying to come up with a reason that would suit her. However, inside he was fighting a raging war between his head and his heart. Should he tell her how he felt? He wanted to, God he wanted to... but his mind was insisting it was too soon. That their newly found friendship would flounder and die if he revealed what was in his soul. A worthy debate if there ever was one. Eventually he decided to keep his hidden secrets just that - hidden. Plastering his infamous smirk on his face, Tristan met her gaze. "No, I didn't know before.. what happened. I guess I just wanted to stop the war we had going on. The bantering was interesting, but I don't want to be the guy you remember as the asshole from high school. I'm not a bad guy, I just get carried away sometimes."
His answer seemed acceptable to her since she nodded. "No, you're not a bad guy. You just seem to always know what to say to get under my skin. You're actually pretty decent when you're not acting like a jerk."
A smile played with his lips and then curled upward. "Was that a compliment, Rory? I didn't know you cared."
Rory groaned, standing back up. "Well, that was short lived. We really need to do something about that inflated head of yours. Its not very becoming."
Chuckling lightly, Tristan stood too. "Mary, Mary, when are you going to realize that my inflated head is what you love most about me?"
Rolling her eyes, Rory turned towards the door, pausing before going back into the house. "Tris, when are you going to realize that I don't love you?"
And although she said it in a joking manner with a small smile on her face, the words stabbed Tristan to the core. No, she didn't love him and never would. Forcing back his tears, he followed her inside.
*****
"So, I was working all nicely, making fun of Michel as only I can do, when who calls? None other than that horrid demon like man you call headmaster at Chilton. And thinking he's just calling to antagonize me, because you know all of Hartford is out to get me, I joke around, only to be silenced by the fact that my lovely offspring - who specifically demanded I let her go back to Hell today - had never shown up. Care to elaborate, mini-me?" Lorelai commanded the moment Rory opened the front door.
Rory stared at her mother, who was standing there like a cat ready to pounce, with her mouth hanging open. She closed it, only to have it drop back open.
"You might want to close that trap door of yours, missy. Don't want any ewwie gooie crawlie creepie creatures to make their new home under your tongue."
Snapping out of her reverie, Rory shrugged and attempted to get around Lorelai and get to her room. But Lorelai anticipated her every move, pushing her into the living room. "Nuh-uh. Talk. Now. I. Want. Answers. Spill it, kiddo. Where were you? Why weren't you? Who were you? How were you? When were you? WHY WHY WHY?"
Plopping down on the couch, Rory bit her lower lip, deep in thought. "Hello? Rory? Anyone alive in there?" Lorelai continued, tapping on her daughters head.
"Can we not talk about this now, Mom? I really need some coffee." Rory asked, in hopes of skirting around the issue for the moment.
Lorelai, momentarily distracted, took the bait, hook, line and sinker. "Ooh, coffee... The cup of life! The java of juices, the romeo to my juliet, the yin to my yang, the..."
"Okay, to Luke's we go," Rory interrupted before Lorelai had the chance to say anymore. Donning their coats, the two women headed out into town.
*****
"Coffee. I. need. coffee," Lorelai whined, stomping into the diner, causing the already-present customers to look up in wonder.
Rory followed close behind, the same sad puppy dog look on her face. "Coffee."
Luke ignored their pleas, coming out from behind the counter to serve an elderly man his dinner. When he came back, the desperate looks upon the Gilmore girl's faces had increased 125%.
"Luukieeeeee, coffffeeeeeeeee. Pleasee," Lorelai whimpered, sticking her bottom lip out slightly.
"No. It'll kill you." Luke responded, pouring a cup of coffee for another customer at the counter.
Lorelai watched in horror, her eyes glaring at him accusingly. "You bad, bad man. You give our coffee to someone else? You must be punished."
Rory watched the exchange with an amused grin on her face, but instantaneously stuck out her lip when Luke turned his attention back to them. "Please, Luke. If you don't give us coffee we're going to have to overthrow you, take over the diner, paint it pink with purple elephants and pretty rainbows and then make you serve us coffee on a silver platter while wearing a bright orange tutu and flouresant bows in your hair."
Lorelai turned to her, looking very proud. She nodded approvingly. "I taught you well, dear daughter." She paused, turning to Luke. "And you would look very hot in that tutu.. I'm thinking along the lines of baby blue and bright yellow bows with those dangly bead things. Pigtails perhaps."
Rory smiled in approval. "Yes. And maybe those..."
"Okay, okay, coffee. Just stop it." Luke gave in, pouring them both hot steaming cups.
Lorelai smirked, downing hers in two sips. "Ahhh, coffee. You are God, Luke."
Luke shrugged and went back to his work, prompting giggles from the two Lorelai's.
*****
"I'm leprechaun Lucy and this is my pot of gold. Because me and my goat Judy are out being our usual perfect selves, we can't answer your call...." Pause. Arguing in the background. "Okay, okay. You've reached Lorelai and Rory Gilmore, we're not here or can't find the phone, so leave us a ... BEEP"
"Hey, um, Rory, its Dean... I guess you're not home or whatever, yeah.. We need to talk, so um.. I'll talk to you later. Bye"
Beep.
Rory hesitantly picked up the phone that was miraculously, for the first time ever, where it was supposed to be, and paused before dialing Dean's number. She knew sooner or later she would have to talk to him about what happened... and where she wanted their relationship to go after all that had gone down between them. "Where do I want us to go," Rory wondered aloud, thanking her lucky stars that Lorelai had strayed from her after departing Luke's, in search of something to rot her teeth out of her head and induce more hyper-active sleepless nights. "I love Dean.... but theres something else... I don't know where it came from...."
Shrugging those thoughts away, she quickly dialed Dean's number before she could wimp out. After two rings, a female voice picked up. "Hello?"
"Uh, hi, Mrs Hart... its Rory. Is Dean home?"
"Hello, Rory. I'll go get him."
"Thanks," Rory murmured, staring out at the random people outside from where she sat on the couch. A few seconds later, the familiar voice came on the line.
"Hey."
"Hey."
"So..." Dean began. "How are you? I mean, are you okay?"
"I'm okay.. I've been better, obviously, but I'll be okay. How are you?" Rory asked, suddenly very aware that she would rather it was Tristan on the other end. "Stop it, Rory. Forget about him for ten seconds and work things out with Dean," she thought. And then the nagging feeling was back, screaming that in all honesty, she didn't WANT to work things out with him. She wanted to be single, single just in case Tristan.... "Tristan what, you idiot? He's your friend, nothing more. You love Dean. DEAN." But Tristan is so.... so... Tristan-like. Not Evil-Tristan like either. Just..... Tristan- like. "Rory, you're not making any sense, darling," she internally warned herself.
".... So is that okay with you?"
"Uh, what?" Rory stammered, making herself focus on the conversation she was supposed to be having. Now was not the time to be arguing with herself.
"I asked if we could get together tomorrow and talk about things face to face. Are you sure you're okay?" Dean inquired.
"Yeah, sure. Listen, Dean, I just remembered I have some stuff I need to do. I'll see you tomorrow, okay?"
"Alright. Luke's at 5 okay with you?"
"Fine. I'll see you then."
"Bye, Ror."
"Bye Dean." Rory echoed, hanging up, her heart hammering in her chest. What was wrong with her? Why was she thinking about Tristan.. "And those eyes. Those blue, blue eyes... STOP IT RORY. If I didn't know better, I'd say you were in love with Bible-boy." The voice inside her head accused, causing Rory to almost trip over a long forgotten sweater that managed to find its way down from her mothers room. "Don't be crazy. I don't love Tristan." Rory announced out loud, but then stopped and smacked her head with her palm. "Oh, my God. I love Tristan."
THE END!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
.... not :) I'm not that mean! All needs to be happy and cheery and stuffs in Trory-land. Reaaaaaad and revieeeeew. Its a grand thing. It is. C'mon, you know you're itching to hit that cute lil button down there. For me? :)
*~* Shay *~*
Feedback : *wipes tears* you all are so kind. thank you so much
Chapter 05
"Everyone's looking at me," Rory mumbled as she and Tristan walked side by side up the front walk to Chilton.
Tristan gave her a sideways glance. "Just ignore them, Rory. If anyone bothers you, just tell me and I'll take care of them."
Rory swallowed the lump in her throat as they passed by Paris, who shot daggers in their direction. Today was going to be hell.. even worse than before. There was an annoying nagging feeling in Rory's stomach that kept telling her that somehow, someway everyone knew what happened. That they were all laughing at her, pointing, staring, laughing. Just after the twosome entered the school, Rory stopped short, her eyes burning holes into Tristan's back, him having not noticed she wasn't beside him. It wasn't long before he realized it, and he turned, questions apparent in his crystal clear blue eyes.
"You okay?"
Silently, Rory shook her head vehemently. "I have to get out of here," she whispered, her voice thick with fear.
Quickly, Tristan was back at her side, leading her back out into the parking lot. After what she had been put through, he didn't think it was wise to fight with her. It was better that he be with her then she be off alone, god knows what running through her head. "Come on, lets go."
Rory didn't bother arguing as he revved the engine to the Porche up and took off out of the parking lot. She didn't argue while he did 80 down the highway and didn't argue when he drove up to his house. She didn't argue when he pulled her inside or invited her into his room.
"Thank you," Rory got out before Tristan motioned for her to follow him out onto the balcony that overlooked the majestic gardens on the grounds below.
"You don't have to thank me, Rory."
Rory looked up at him, genuinley surprised. "Can I ask why you're being so nice to me? I mean, you didn't know before you came to my house on Monday, did you? Why the sudden change in heart?"
Fidgeting with the zipper on his jacket, Tristan didn't answer immediately. Instead he was quiet for what could've rivaled an eternity. Outwardly, it appeared he was just trying to come up with a reason that would suit her. However, inside he was fighting a raging war between his head and his heart. Should he tell her how he felt? He wanted to, God he wanted to... but his mind was insisting it was too soon. That their newly found friendship would flounder and die if he revealed what was in his soul. A worthy debate if there ever was one. Eventually he decided to keep his hidden secrets just that - hidden. Plastering his infamous smirk on his face, Tristan met her gaze. "No, I didn't know before.. what happened. I guess I just wanted to stop the war we had going on. The bantering was interesting, but I don't want to be the guy you remember as the asshole from high school. I'm not a bad guy, I just get carried away sometimes."
His answer seemed acceptable to her since she nodded. "No, you're not a bad guy. You just seem to always know what to say to get under my skin. You're actually pretty decent when you're not acting like a jerk."
A smile played with his lips and then curled upward. "Was that a compliment, Rory? I didn't know you cared."
Rory groaned, standing back up. "Well, that was short lived. We really need to do something about that inflated head of yours. Its not very becoming."
Chuckling lightly, Tristan stood too. "Mary, Mary, when are you going to realize that my inflated head is what you love most about me?"
Rolling her eyes, Rory turned towards the door, pausing before going back into the house. "Tris, when are you going to realize that I don't love you?"
And although she said it in a joking manner with a small smile on her face, the words stabbed Tristan to the core. No, she didn't love him and never would. Forcing back his tears, he followed her inside.
*****
"So, I was working all nicely, making fun of Michel as only I can do, when who calls? None other than that horrid demon like man you call headmaster at Chilton. And thinking he's just calling to antagonize me, because you know all of Hartford is out to get me, I joke around, only to be silenced by the fact that my lovely offspring - who specifically demanded I let her go back to Hell today - had never shown up. Care to elaborate, mini-me?" Lorelai commanded the moment Rory opened the front door.
Rory stared at her mother, who was standing there like a cat ready to pounce, with her mouth hanging open. She closed it, only to have it drop back open.
"You might want to close that trap door of yours, missy. Don't want any ewwie gooie crawlie creepie creatures to make their new home under your tongue."
Snapping out of her reverie, Rory shrugged and attempted to get around Lorelai and get to her room. But Lorelai anticipated her every move, pushing her into the living room. "Nuh-uh. Talk. Now. I. Want. Answers. Spill it, kiddo. Where were you? Why weren't you? Who were you? How were you? When were you? WHY WHY WHY?"
Plopping down on the couch, Rory bit her lower lip, deep in thought. "Hello? Rory? Anyone alive in there?" Lorelai continued, tapping on her daughters head.
"Can we not talk about this now, Mom? I really need some coffee." Rory asked, in hopes of skirting around the issue for the moment.
Lorelai, momentarily distracted, took the bait, hook, line and sinker. "Ooh, coffee... The cup of life! The java of juices, the romeo to my juliet, the yin to my yang, the..."
"Okay, to Luke's we go," Rory interrupted before Lorelai had the chance to say anymore. Donning their coats, the two women headed out into town.
*****
"Coffee. I. need. coffee," Lorelai whined, stomping into the diner, causing the already-present customers to look up in wonder.
Rory followed close behind, the same sad puppy dog look on her face. "Coffee."
Luke ignored their pleas, coming out from behind the counter to serve an elderly man his dinner. When he came back, the desperate looks upon the Gilmore girl's faces had increased 125%.
"Luukieeeeee, coffffeeeeeeeee. Pleasee," Lorelai whimpered, sticking her bottom lip out slightly.
"No. It'll kill you." Luke responded, pouring a cup of coffee for another customer at the counter.
Lorelai watched in horror, her eyes glaring at him accusingly. "You bad, bad man. You give our coffee to someone else? You must be punished."
Rory watched the exchange with an amused grin on her face, but instantaneously stuck out her lip when Luke turned his attention back to them. "Please, Luke. If you don't give us coffee we're going to have to overthrow you, take over the diner, paint it pink with purple elephants and pretty rainbows and then make you serve us coffee on a silver platter while wearing a bright orange tutu and flouresant bows in your hair."
Lorelai turned to her, looking very proud. She nodded approvingly. "I taught you well, dear daughter." She paused, turning to Luke. "And you would look very hot in that tutu.. I'm thinking along the lines of baby blue and bright yellow bows with those dangly bead things. Pigtails perhaps."
Rory smiled in approval. "Yes. And maybe those..."
"Okay, okay, coffee. Just stop it." Luke gave in, pouring them both hot steaming cups.
Lorelai smirked, downing hers in two sips. "Ahhh, coffee. You are God, Luke."
Luke shrugged and went back to his work, prompting giggles from the two Lorelai's.
*****
"I'm leprechaun Lucy and this is my pot of gold. Because me and my goat Judy are out being our usual perfect selves, we can't answer your call...." Pause. Arguing in the background. "Okay, okay. You've reached Lorelai and Rory Gilmore, we're not here or can't find the phone, so leave us a ... BEEP"
"Hey, um, Rory, its Dean... I guess you're not home or whatever, yeah.. We need to talk, so um.. I'll talk to you later. Bye"
Beep.
Rory hesitantly picked up the phone that was miraculously, for the first time ever, where it was supposed to be, and paused before dialing Dean's number. She knew sooner or later she would have to talk to him about what happened... and where she wanted their relationship to go after all that had gone down between them. "Where do I want us to go," Rory wondered aloud, thanking her lucky stars that Lorelai had strayed from her after departing Luke's, in search of something to rot her teeth out of her head and induce more hyper-active sleepless nights. "I love Dean.... but theres something else... I don't know where it came from...."
Shrugging those thoughts away, she quickly dialed Dean's number before she could wimp out. After two rings, a female voice picked up. "Hello?"
"Uh, hi, Mrs Hart... its Rory. Is Dean home?"
"Hello, Rory. I'll go get him."
"Thanks," Rory murmured, staring out at the random people outside from where she sat on the couch. A few seconds later, the familiar voice came on the line.
"Hey."
"Hey."
"So..." Dean began. "How are you? I mean, are you okay?"
"I'm okay.. I've been better, obviously, but I'll be okay. How are you?" Rory asked, suddenly very aware that she would rather it was Tristan on the other end. "Stop it, Rory. Forget about him for ten seconds and work things out with Dean," she thought. And then the nagging feeling was back, screaming that in all honesty, she didn't WANT to work things out with him. She wanted to be single, single just in case Tristan.... "Tristan what, you idiot? He's your friend, nothing more. You love Dean. DEAN." But Tristan is so.... so... Tristan-like. Not Evil-Tristan like either. Just..... Tristan- like. "Rory, you're not making any sense, darling," she internally warned herself.
".... So is that okay with you?"
"Uh, what?" Rory stammered, making herself focus on the conversation she was supposed to be having. Now was not the time to be arguing with herself.
"I asked if we could get together tomorrow and talk about things face to face. Are you sure you're okay?" Dean inquired.
"Yeah, sure. Listen, Dean, I just remembered I have some stuff I need to do. I'll see you tomorrow, okay?"
"Alright. Luke's at 5 okay with you?"
"Fine. I'll see you then."
"Bye, Ror."
"Bye Dean." Rory echoed, hanging up, her heart hammering in her chest. What was wrong with her? Why was she thinking about Tristan.. "And those eyes. Those blue, blue eyes... STOP IT RORY. If I didn't know better, I'd say you were in love with Bible-boy." The voice inside her head accused, causing Rory to almost trip over a long forgotten sweater that managed to find its way down from her mothers room. "Don't be crazy. I don't love Tristan." Rory announced out loud, but then stopped and smacked her head with her palm. "Oh, my God. I love Tristan."
THE END!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
.... not :) I'm not that mean! All needs to be happy and cheery and stuffs in Trory-land. Reaaaaaad and revieeeeew. Its a grand thing. It is. C'mon, you know you're itching to hit that cute lil button down there. For me? :)
*~* Shay *~*