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A/N : Expect a lot of stories/updates from me this week. Not only am I sick (meaning stuck inside), but Im also on mid-winter
break, so I've got nothing better to do unless I miraculously get better, which most likely wont happen. Not that Im complaining, Im thinking I'd rather sit here and write then go out in the horridly cold weather. But that's just me. Anyway, I babble too much. Here's a mushy Trory chapter. Enjoy :)
"Baby, Be Mine"
Chapter 12
"Mom, would you just listen to me for a minute?" Rory exclaimed, a perpetual smile plastered to her face.
But Lorelai wasn't paying attention and continued on her tirade. "So you and Evil-Tristan,Bible Boy, Spawn of Satan, Devil Reincarnate, DO I MEAN NOTHING TO YOU, WHY DO YOU NOT SPEAK OF THESE THINGS, LEAVING ME TO FIND OUT FROM SOME STRANGER?!"
Rory couldn't help laughing at her mothers outrageous reaction. Tristan hadn't dropped her off until late the night before and Lorelai had had to leave early that morning, leaving Rory no time to tell her what had occurred at school and at the DuGrey home. However, one neighbor or another had seen Tristan kiss Rory goodnight when he dropped her off and promptly spread it around town, Lorelai being one of the last to be informed. "Mom."
"I raise you, give you all you could ever want and you can't be bothered to let me in on what goes on in your life." Lorelai continued loudly.
"LORELAI!" Rory shouted in a feeble attempt to get her mothers attention. And it worked. Lorelai's head snapped back to look at her daughter.
"Oh, what?"
Rory grinned. "Do you want me to tell you what happened or are you going to keep babbling like an idiot?"
Lorelai jumped onto the couch, bringing her knees up to her chest and staring at her intently. "Continue."
Pulling a blanket over her, Rory launched into a detailed version of what had happened the day before. Lorelai listened with great interest, her mouth turning up into a smile when Rory told of Tristan uttering the three words she had known would come from him eventually. "Aww. See, I told you he had a thing for you," Lorelai teased once she had finished.
Rory leaned back on the couch, sighing the sigh that only those who are in love sigh. "Who would've ever thought? Tristan and I."
"But you're happy, right?"
Nodding, Rory sat back up. "Yes."
Lorelai hugged her offspring happily. "Then that's all that matters."
******
Rory awoke early the next morning due to the incessant ringing of the phone. Knowing her mother was probably dead to the world and wouldn't hear it, she got up to get it. "Hello," she greeted groggily.
"Morning, gorgeous."
Smiling, Rory sat down on her bed. "Morning, Tris. What possesses you to call this early?"
"What, you can call me at 4 in the morning, but I cant call you?" Tristan teased.
"That's right." Rory teased back.
Tristan sighed over exaggeratedly. "And you don't see just a little something wrong with that?"
"Nope. What do you want?"
"You, me and a hot tub."
Rory rolled her eyes. "And so it starts. Don't play with me at this time of day, Tristan. I haven't gotten all eight hours
of required sleeping, not to mention I haven't had coffee since yesterday afternoon."
Tristan chuckled lightly. "Okay, okay. Do you want to spend the day together today? I mean, since we don't have school and all."
"What do you mean since we don't have school. Last time I checked Wednesday's were mandatory school days."
"Charleston called here last night, he seemingly forgot to inform us yesterday that due to us skipping Monday, we're being punished by being given a day off."
"Suspension?" Rory gasped. She'd never gotten detention, let alone suspended. "Wait, why did he call you and not me?"
"I told him I'd call you. I thought you might rather talk to me than him." Tristan replied.
"You're just not making all this up so we can hang out together, are you?" Rory asked.
Tristan laughed. "No, I promise. Do you want to call the school and ask? I can do three way."
"No, I believe you."
"Back to my initial question. Do you want to spend today together? Maybe rent a few movies or whatever." Tristan inquired.
Rory yawned, being awake at 4:30 without caffeine was starting to get to her. "Yeah, sure."
Tristan heard her yawn and smiled to himself. "Okay, I'll come by your house, coffee in hand, around 9 or so."
"Alright. See you later."
"Go to sleep, Mary. I'll see you in a few hours."
"Night, Tris."
*****
It was a quarter after nine in the morning when the doorbell rang and Lorelai, late as usual, came flying down the stairs and flung the door wide open. "Evil Horrid Boy turned Angelic Nice Guy!" she exclaimed, eying the coffee in his hand.
Tristan grinned and handed her a cup. "Rory up?"
Lorelai smiled and nodded, letting him into the house. "She's in the shower, and no you cant join her. No such activities take place in my home, especially when my daughter is concerned. Is this in any way, shape or form misunderstood?"
"No, Ma'am," Tristan said, mock saluting her.
Lorelai gave him an evil look. "What did I tell you about calling me Ma'am?"
Tristan gave her his cutest puppy dog look. "Sorry, Lorelai."
Melting instantly, Lorelai couldnt resist temptation and gave him a hug. "Forgiven. This time anyway. Im late for work, and Rory should be done shortly. Can I trust you here alone with her in there doing that stuff, just this once?"
Nodding, Tristan deposited the other cup of coffee on the kitchen table and went back into the living room to wait for Rory. Lorelai followed him like a lost dog, glaring at him occassionally when he glanced over at the bathroom door. Finally he turned to her, a smirk on his face. "I thought you had to go to work?"
Lorelai stood back, a smirk of her own on her face. "I said I was late. And being the one who runs such an establishment, I am entitled to some special treatement, one of those being the ability to be late."
Tristan eyed her, trying not to laugh. "I see."
Lorelai was about to respond, but was silenced by Rory who emerged from the bathroom, her wet hair hanging down her back. "Aren't you late for work, Mom?" She asked, and then noticing Tristan. "Hey, Tris."
Glancing back and forth between them two, Lorelai shook a finger at them. "Be good." She ordered before disappearing out the front door. Once they heard the jeep pull out of the driveway and down the street, Tristan pulled Rory down on the couch next to him, kissing her softly. "Hey."
After they had pulled away, Rory leaned back in, whispering in his ear. "Where's my coffee?"
Tristan laughed and nudged her in the direction of the kitchen. "In there. Thought I forgot did ya?"
Rory jumped up and was back in the living room, drinking the heavenly liquid before he had even finished his sentence. "Mmmm.. I love you, Mr Coffee. Oh how I long to be your bride and bring your children into the world."
Tristan eyed her. "Should I be jealous?"
Rory downed the rest of her drink before nodding. "Yes, be very jealous."
Pretending to pout, Tristan moved away from her slightly. "And to think.."
But he was silenced and brought back to her side by her lips.
*****
Later that afternoon, the new couple decided if they didn't go into town to get something to eat, they would end up starving to death, leaving Lorelai to come home and find their mangled courpses, which in the end, would just be mean. So it was determined that Luke would be their savior. Sailing into the diner with Tristan following closely behind, Rory sat down at her usual spot at the counter. "LUUUUUUUKEEEEEE."
Luke appeared from the kitchen, the ever present towel in his hand. "You sound just like your mother. Who are you?" He demanded, looking at Tristan suspiciously.
"Tristan DuGrey."
Luke glanced at Rory, who smiled brightly. He took this as a good sign. "What can I get you?"
"Coffee. Cheeseburger. Fries. Donut. Wait, scratch that, do you have blueberry muffins?" Rory answered.
"No coffee. Muffins, yes."
"Okay, muffin. And coffee. You can't give me a muffin without coffee." Rory argued.
Staring at the youngest Gilmore, Luke could almost see her as Lorelai sixteen years earlier. They were really too much alike. "You're too young for coffee. Haven't I told you this before?"
"Please? Pretty, pretty please with a whole new wardrobe of flannel on top?" Rory began to beg, much to Tristans amusement. Never in his life had he seen someone almost literally get on their hands and knees for coffee. And he was sure she would've, had Luke not given in and poured them both a cup.
"Thats all. What do you want?" He asked Tristan.
Rory giggled happily, sipping hers daintily. Tristan gave her a smile. "Same, minus the muffin."
Luke grunted and disappeared back into the kitchen, leaving them alone. "You're crazy, you know that right?" Tristan said suddenly.
Rory just smiled and attacked her muffin.
The rest of their lunch went nicely, the playful bantering continuing between them, setting a comfortable atmosphere. And the only thing that could possibly ruin the incredible moment that followed that amazing lunch, as Tristan lowered his mouth to hers as they stood in the middle of town, happened.
Dean.
******
Im expecting this story to be like, 30 chapters. I bet ya. Most of the stories I've written in the past have at least been 20 chapters and I dont think this will be any different, unless you want me to cut the bullcrap and end it. IS THAT WHAT YOU WANT? Let me know :)
*~*Shay*~*
Feedback : Is a lovely thing, really. I write for you guys, therefore its only polite to review for me in return. :)
A/N : Expect a lot of stories/updates from me this week. Not only am I sick (meaning stuck inside), but Im also on mid-winter
break, so I've got nothing better to do unless I miraculously get better, which most likely wont happen. Not that Im complaining, Im thinking I'd rather sit here and write then go out in the horridly cold weather. But that's just me. Anyway, I babble too much. Here's a mushy Trory chapter. Enjoy :)
Chapter 12
"Mom, would you just listen to me for a minute?" Rory exclaimed, a perpetual smile plastered to her face.
But Lorelai wasn't paying attention and continued on her tirade. "So you and Evil-Tristan,Bible Boy, Spawn of Satan, Devil Reincarnate, DO I MEAN NOTHING TO YOU, WHY DO YOU NOT SPEAK OF THESE THINGS, LEAVING ME TO FIND OUT FROM SOME STRANGER?!"
Rory couldn't help laughing at her mothers outrageous reaction. Tristan hadn't dropped her off until late the night before and Lorelai had had to leave early that morning, leaving Rory no time to tell her what had occurred at school and at the DuGrey home. However, one neighbor or another had seen Tristan kiss Rory goodnight when he dropped her off and promptly spread it around town, Lorelai being one of the last to be informed. "Mom."
"I raise you, give you all you could ever want and you can't be bothered to let me in on what goes on in your life." Lorelai continued loudly.
"LORELAI!" Rory shouted in a feeble attempt to get her mothers attention. And it worked. Lorelai's head snapped back to look at her daughter.
"Oh, what?"
Rory grinned. "Do you want me to tell you what happened or are you going to keep babbling like an idiot?"
Lorelai jumped onto the couch, bringing her knees up to her chest and staring at her intently. "Continue."
Pulling a blanket over her, Rory launched into a detailed version of what had happened the day before. Lorelai listened with great interest, her mouth turning up into a smile when Rory told of Tristan uttering the three words she had known would come from him eventually. "Aww. See, I told you he had a thing for you," Lorelai teased once she had finished.
Rory leaned back on the couch, sighing the sigh that only those who are in love sigh. "Who would've ever thought? Tristan and I."
"But you're happy, right?"
Nodding, Rory sat back up. "Yes."
Lorelai hugged her offspring happily. "Then that's all that matters."
******
Rory awoke early the next morning due to the incessant ringing of the phone. Knowing her mother was probably dead to the world and wouldn't hear it, she got up to get it. "Hello," she greeted groggily.
"Morning, gorgeous."
Smiling, Rory sat down on her bed. "Morning, Tris. What possesses you to call this early?"
"What, you can call me at 4 in the morning, but I cant call you?" Tristan teased.
"That's right." Rory teased back.
Tristan sighed over exaggeratedly. "And you don't see just a little something wrong with that?"
"Nope. What do you want?"
"You, me and a hot tub."
Rory rolled her eyes. "And so it starts. Don't play with me at this time of day, Tristan. I haven't gotten all eight hours
of required sleeping, not to mention I haven't had coffee since yesterday afternoon."
Tristan chuckled lightly. "Okay, okay. Do you want to spend the day together today? I mean, since we don't have school and all."
"What do you mean since we don't have school. Last time I checked Wednesday's were mandatory school days."
"Charleston called here last night, he seemingly forgot to inform us yesterday that due to us skipping Monday, we're being punished by being given a day off."
"Suspension?" Rory gasped. She'd never gotten detention, let alone suspended. "Wait, why did he call you and not me?"
"I told him I'd call you. I thought you might rather talk to me than him." Tristan replied.
"You're just not making all this up so we can hang out together, are you?" Rory asked.
Tristan laughed. "No, I promise. Do you want to call the school and ask? I can do three way."
"No, I believe you."
"Back to my initial question. Do you want to spend today together? Maybe rent a few movies or whatever." Tristan inquired.
Rory yawned, being awake at 4:30 without caffeine was starting to get to her. "Yeah, sure."
Tristan heard her yawn and smiled to himself. "Okay, I'll come by your house, coffee in hand, around 9 or so."
"Alright. See you later."
"Go to sleep, Mary. I'll see you in a few hours."
"Night, Tris."
*****
It was a quarter after nine in the morning when the doorbell rang and Lorelai, late as usual, came flying down the stairs and flung the door wide open. "Evil Horrid Boy turned Angelic Nice Guy!" she exclaimed, eying the coffee in his hand.
Tristan grinned and handed her a cup. "Rory up?"
Lorelai smiled and nodded, letting him into the house. "She's in the shower, and no you cant join her. No such activities take place in my home, especially when my daughter is concerned. Is this in any way, shape or form misunderstood?"
"No, Ma'am," Tristan said, mock saluting her.
Lorelai gave him an evil look. "What did I tell you about calling me Ma'am?"
Tristan gave her his cutest puppy dog look. "Sorry, Lorelai."
Melting instantly, Lorelai couldnt resist temptation and gave him a hug. "Forgiven. This time anyway. Im late for work, and Rory should be done shortly. Can I trust you here alone with her in there doing that stuff, just this once?"
Nodding, Tristan deposited the other cup of coffee on the kitchen table and went back into the living room to wait for Rory. Lorelai followed him like a lost dog, glaring at him occassionally when he glanced over at the bathroom door. Finally he turned to her, a smirk on his face. "I thought you had to go to work?"
Lorelai stood back, a smirk of her own on her face. "I said I was late. And being the one who runs such an establishment, I am entitled to some special treatement, one of those being the ability to be late."
Tristan eyed her, trying not to laugh. "I see."
Lorelai was about to respond, but was silenced by Rory who emerged from the bathroom, her wet hair hanging down her back. "Aren't you late for work, Mom?" She asked, and then noticing Tristan. "Hey, Tris."
Glancing back and forth between them two, Lorelai shook a finger at them. "Be good." She ordered before disappearing out the front door. Once they heard the jeep pull out of the driveway and down the street, Tristan pulled Rory down on the couch next to him, kissing her softly. "Hey."
After they had pulled away, Rory leaned back in, whispering in his ear. "Where's my coffee?"
Tristan laughed and nudged her in the direction of the kitchen. "In there. Thought I forgot did ya?"
Rory jumped up and was back in the living room, drinking the heavenly liquid before he had even finished his sentence. "Mmmm.. I love you, Mr Coffee. Oh how I long to be your bride and bring your children into the world."
Tristan eyed her. "Should I be jealous?"
Rory downed the rest of her drink before nodding. "Yes, be very jealous."
Pretending to pout, Tristan moved away from her slightly. "And to think.."
But he was silenced and brought back to her side by her lips.
*****
Later that afternoon, the new couple decided if they didn't go into town to get something to eat, they would end up starving to death, leaving Lorelai to come home and find their mangled courpses, which in the end, would just be mean. So it was determined that Luke would be their savior. Sailing into the diner with Tristan following closely behind, Rory sat down at her usual spot at the counter. "LUUUUUUUKEEEEEE."
Luke appeared from the kitchen, the ever present towel in his hand. "You sound just like your mother. Who are you?" He demanded, looking at Tristan suspiciously.
"Tristan DuGrey."
Luke glanced at Rory, who smiled brightly. He took this as a good sign. "What can I get you?"
"Coffee. Cheeseburger. Fries. Donut. Wait, scratch that, do you have blueberry muffins?" Rory answered.
"No coffee. Muffins, yes."
"Okay, muffin. And coffee. You can't give me a muffin without coffee." Rory argued.
Staring at the youngest Gilmore, Luke could almost see her as Lorelai sixteen years earlier. They were really too much alike. "You're too young for coffee. Haven't I told you this before?"
"Please? Pretty, pretty please with a whole new wardrobe of flannel on top?" Rory began to beg, much to Tristans amusement. Never in his life had he seen someone almost literally get on their hands and knees for coffee. And he was sure she would've, had Luke not given in and poured them both a cup.
"Thats all. What do you want?" He asked Tristan.
Rory giggled happily, sipping hers daintily. Tristan gave her a smile. "Same, minus the muffin."
Luke grunted and disappeared back into the kitchen, leaving them alone. "You're crazy, you know that right?" Tristan said suddenly.
Rory just smiled and attacked her muffin.
The rest of their lunch went nicely, the playful bantering continuing between them, setting a comfortable atmosphere. And the only thing that could possibly ruin the incredible moment that followed that amazing lunch, as Tristan lowered his mouth to hers as they stood in the middle of town, happened.
Dean.
******
Im expecting this story to be like, 30 chapters. I bet ya. Most of the stories I've written in the past have at least been 20 chapters and I dont think this will be any different, unless you want me to cut the bullcrap and end it. IS THAT WHAT YOU WANT? Let me know :)
*~*Shay*~*