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Tentative Friendship Chapter 6
Rory went back to Chilton Wednesday. She was humiliated once again. People were staring at her, but Rory held her head high like always. Tristan was waiting at her locker. She took a deep breath.
"Hey, Mary."
"Tristan."
"Did you get my messages?"
"Yeah."
"Rory, what's wrong?" Tristan took her trembling hand in his. He gently pulled her towards him. "Rory...please."
"Why do you care?" Tristan stepped back, hurt. He finally spoke back.
"I do care."
"I..." Paris came up.
"Aren't we cozy?" Tristan became instantly protective of Rory.
"I told you to stay away from her." Rory turned her back to her locker and got her books. "Bye."
"Rory, wait." Rory began to walk away.
"I don't want to talk about it." Tristan started to follow.
"No, Tristan. No!" She left them behind and went into her class.
Tristan's eyes were blazing. "I told you to stay away from her. I don't know what you said, but you made her cry. I hate you for that, Paris Gellar, you made my Rory cry."
Paris looked away.
"Your Rory? Since when? Well, Mr. High and Mighty, get off your high horse. You've hurt Rory plenty of times, so don't tell me about hurting Rory." Paris slapped him and left quickly. Tristan sighed and plastered his trademark smirk on his chiseled face. He sauntered down the hallway, but he could only worry about Rory.
Rory was on her way out to her bus.
"Mary! Wait up!" She stopped. She asked him annoyed, "What is it, Tristan?"
"I thought I could take you home and we could talk."
"About?"
"Whatever. We could sit in silence if you prefer." Rory sighed. Her eyes scanned over Tristan. He seemed like he genuinely cared. No, Tristan DuGray didn't care about anyone but himself. Well, he did leave her all of those messages. She cointinued to debate herself. Tristan studied her. Her eyebrows had furrowed, her lips stuck out, and she was unconciously chewing on her bottom lip. She looked like she was concentrating on something.
"Mary?" Rory snapped out of her thoughts.
"I think I'll regret this, but OK." Tristan's eyes lit up.
Tristan led her to a shiny, silver BMW. Rory asked sarcastically, "Why am I not surprised you have a car that costs like a million bucks?"
Tristan smirked, "I have good taste."
"Expensive taste."
"That too. Your carriage awaits, m'lady." Rory attempted to smile as she sat down into the plush leather seats. Tristan ran around on his side of the car, his heart was pounding. He was on an emotional high, Rory had actually agreed to go with him, willingly! He hopped in the car and started the engine. He glanced over at Rory and smiled at her. Rory couldn't help but smile back. Tristan rarely smiled, he only smirked. Tristan looked happy and that smile had been genuine. Rory leaned her head back into the seat. Tristan finally broke the ice.
"You wanna talk about it?"
Rory nodded. "I guess so."
"What'd Paris say that made you so upset?"
"Well, what Paris said was just the icing on the cake so to speak. First, Dean didn't talk to me all weekend. Then, Monday, he came over to surprise me and apologize, but I was listening to your message. He flipped out. He said he hated me and he...he broke up with me." Rory was crying again. "Then, on Tuesday, Paris told me I wasn't worth anything and that nobody wanted me around. That's when I cried." Rory wiped her tears away. Tristan had pulled over near the off ramp of I-35. He pulled Rory over to him and let her cry some more.
"I'm sorry I've been so emotional these last few days. At least your shirts are getting washed."
"I'm proud to be your human Kleenex."
"Let's go."
"Are you sure your ready?"
"Mhm."
"Alright." Tristan started the car again and they headed on towards the Gilmore household.
"I can't believe you have a giant rooster in your town!"
"Yep, no one ever kids about Marty. OOOO!!!! Luke's! Let's stop!"
"You want coffee."
"Thanks, Captain Obvious."
"Is it safe for me to enter the sacred diner?"
"I'll protect you from Big, Bad Lukey."
"It's kind of funny to hear the words big, bad and then add a childish name like Lukey in the same sentence." Rory smiled sweetly.
She said, fondly, "Luke is special. He takes care of my mom and I. Without him, I think we would have a lot of trouble. No coffee, no food, and half of our appliances wouldn't even work. C'mon. We need to work on our dream weekend anyways." Rory stepped out of the car and walked into Lukes. Tristan reluctantly followed.
"Hey, Rory. How was your day? YOU! Are you stalking Rory? Rory, you want me to get rid of this jerk?"
"No, Luke, it's OK. We have to work on a school project." Tristan smirked at Luke.
"Alright. I will be watching you." Luke pointed at Tristan. Tristan nodded and loosened his tie. Rory sat down at a table with Tristan.
"Coffee, Luke!"
"No."
"Please."
"No."
"Lukey..."
"That stuff will kill you."
"So the broken record says. Coffee...please." Luke looked at Rory and shook his head.
"Luke, look at who I have to deal with today."
"HEY!" Tristan exclaimed.
"You be quiet. Luke, please."
"Alright, but only because I feel sorry for you." He grumbled as he poured her the cup.
"I've been nice to you, Mary."
"Define nice."
"Mary."
"I needed coffee. You were a great excuse! Now, our weekend."
"Our weekend of love and passion."
"Tristan, please don't be impossible. I really don't want to hear it right now."
"But it's fun!"
"I'm sure. OK, first you write what you want and I'll write what I want. Then we'll compare and decide." Rory handed him a pen and a sheet of paper. "Write."
"Yes, M'am." Luke brought coffee over to them.
"Here, Rory, Evil Boy."
"Thanks, Luke." Luke grunted and stomped away. Rory opened her pen and began to write furiously. Tristan did the same day. Around 15 minutes later, Rory stopped. Tristan was staring intently at her. "Finished, Mary?"
"Yeah, are you?"
"I have been for at least five minutes."
"Great. OK, you go first."
"You'll laugh."
"I won't either."
"Swear?"
"Swear."
"OK. Well, I've always wanted to go on a picnic with the girl I was in love with. You know, moonlit, just the two of us."
"Really?"
"Yeah. I've also just wanted to have intelligent conversation. Just relax, not have to impress anyone."
"That's sweet." Tristan met her gaze and blushed a little. Rory was shocked. Did Tristan just blush? No, she must be seeing things. She blamed it on not having enough coffee in her system yet.
"Thanks. What about you?"
"No laughing."
"None. Maybe a smirk, but that's it." Rory grinned.
"OK, I wanted to have a movie day. Go see all the movies that look interesting for one day. Together with the one you love, watching good movies."
"I can deal with that."
"So, moonlit picnic and a movie day."
"Anything else?"
"Maybe a tour of Hartford at night or something like that. Be tourists, you know act like we've never been here before. I never see any of the historic sites in Hartford."
"Sounds like fun."
"You think so?"
"Yeah. I think it'd be great." Rory watched Tristan. He seemed different here than he did at school. Something unexplainable.
"OK, so this is settled."
"Guess so. I'll drive you home."
"Sure. Hey! I could give you a tour of Stars Hollow Sunday afternoon."
"Do you want to?"
"Might as well meet everyone. They have seen you and spread rumors about you. They might as well know who you are."
"Alright." He pulled up in front of Rory's house. "I'll see you tomorrow."
"Okie dokie." Rory ran up to her house and waved. She opened the door and disappeared. Tristan sighed. He said to no one in particular, "I love her so much. I just don't know how to tell her."
Tentative Friendship Chapter 6
Rory went back to Chilton Wednesday. She was humiliated once again. People were staring at her, but Rory held her head high like always. Tristan was waiting at her locker. She took a deep breath.
"Hey, Mary."
"Tristan."
"Did you get my messages?"
"Yeah."
"Rory, what's wrong?" Tristan took her trembling hand in his. He gently pulled her towards him. "Rory...please."
"Why do you care?" Tristan stepped back, hurt. He finally spoke back.
"I do care."
"I..." Paris came up.
"Aren't we cozy?" Tristan became instantly protective of Rory.
"I told you to stay away from her." Rory turned her back to her locker and got her books. "Bye."
"Rory, wait." Rory began to walk away.
"I don't want to talk about it." Tristan started to follow.
"No, Tristan. No!" She left them behind and went into her class.
Tristan's eyes were blazing. "I told you to stay away from her. I don't know what you said, but you made her cry. I hate you for that, Paris Gellar, you made my Rory cry."
Paris looked away.
"Your Rory? Since when? Well, Mr. High and Mighty, get off your high horse. You've hurt Rory plenty of times, so don't tell me about hurting Rory." Paris slapped him and left quickly. Tristan sighed and plastered his trademark smirk on his chiseled face. He sauntered down the hallway, but he could only worry about Rory.
Rory was on her way out to her bus.
"Mary! Wait up!" She stopped. She asked him annoyed, "What is it, Tristan?"
"I thought I could take you home and we could talk."
"About?"
"Whatever. We could sit in silence if you prefer." Rory sighed. Her eyes scanned over Tristan. He seemed like he genuinely cared. No, Tristan DuGray didn't care about anyone but himself. Well, he did leave her all of those messages. She cointinued to debate herself. Tristan studied her. Her eyebrows had furrowed, her lips stuck out, and she was unconciously chewing on her bottom lip. She looked like she was concentrating on something.
"Mary?" Rory snapped out of her thoughts.
"I think I'll regret this, but OK." Tristan's eyes lit up.
Tristan led her to a shiny, silver BMW. Rory asked sarcastically, "Why am I not surprised you have a car that costs like a million bucks?"
Tristan smirked, "I have good taste."
"Expensive taste."
"That too. Your carriage awaits, m'lady." Rory attempted to smile as she sat down into the plush leather seats. Tristan ran around on his side of the car, his heart was pounding. He was on an emotional high, Rory had actually agreed to go with him, willingly! He hopped in the car and started the engine. He glanced over at Rory and smiled at her. Rory couldn't help but smile back. Tristan rarely smiled, he only smirked. Tristan looked happy and that smile had been genuine. Rory leaned her head back into the seat. Tristan finally broke the ice.
"You wanna talk about it?"
Rory nodded. "I guess so."
"What'd Paris say that made you so upset?"
"Well, what Paris said was just the icing on the cake so to speak. First, Dean didn't talk to me all weekend. Then, Monday, he came over to surprise me and apologize, but I was listening to your message. He flipped out. He said he hated me and he...he broke up with me." Rory was crying again. "Then, on Tuesday, Paris told me I wasn't worth anything and that nobody wanted me around. That's when I cried." Rory wiped her tears away. Tristan had pulled over near the off ramp of I-35. He pulled Rory over to him and let her cry some more.
"I'm sorry I've been so emotional these last few days. At least your shirts are getting washed."
"I'm proud to be your human Kleenex."
"Let's go."
"Are you sure your ready?"
"Mhm."
"Alright." Tristan started the car again and they headed on towards the Gilmore household.
"I can't believe you have a giant rooster in your town!"
"Yep, no one ever kids about Marty. OOOO!!!! Luke's! Let's stop!"
"You want coffee."
"Thanks, Captain Obvious."
"Is it safe for me to enter the sacred diner?"
"I'll protect you from Big, Bad Lukey."
"It's kind of funny to hear the words big, bad and then add a childish name like Lukey in the same sentence." Rory smiled sweetly.
She said, fondly, "Luke is special. He takes care of my mom and I. Without him, I think we would have a lot of trouble. No coffee, no food, and half of our appliances wouldn't even work. C'mon. We need to work on our dream weekend anyways." Rory stepped out of the car and walked into Lukes. Tristan reluctantly followed.
"Hey, Rory. How was your day? YOU! Are you stalking Rory? Rory, you want me to get rid of this jerk?"
"No, Luke, it's OK. We have to work on a school project." Tristan smirked at Luke.
"Alright. I will be watching you." Luke pointed at Tristan. Tristan nodded and loosened his tie. Rory sat down at a table with Tristan.
"Coffee, Luke!"
"No."
"Please."
"No."
"Lukey..."
"That stuff will kill you."
"So the broken record says. Coffee...please." Luke looked at Rory and shook his head.
"Luke, look at who I have to deal with today."
"HEY!" Tristan exclaimed.
"You be quiet. Luke, please."
"Alright, but only because I feel sorry for you." He grumbled as he poured her the cup.
"I've been nice to you, Mary."
"Define nice."
"Mary."
"I needed coffee. You were a great excuse! Now, our weekend."
"Our weekend of love and passion."
"Tristan, please don't be impossible. I really don't want to hear it right now."
"But it's fun!"
"I'm sure. OK, first you write what you want and I'll write what I want. Then we'll compare and decide." Rory handed him a pen and a sheet of paper. "Write."
"Yes, M'am." Luke brought coffee over to them.
"Here, Rory, Evil Boy."
"Thanks, Luke." Luke grunted and stomped away. Rory opened her pen and began to write furiously. Tristan did the same day. Around 15 minutes later, Rory stopped. Tristan was staring intently at her. "Finished, Mary?"
"Yeah, are you?"
"I have been for at least five minutes."
"Great. OK, you go first."
"You'll laugh."
"I won't either."
"Swear?"
"Swear."
"OK. Well, I've always wanted to go on a picnic with the girl I was in love with. You know, moonlit, just the two of us."
"Really?"
"Yeah. I've also just wanted to have intelligent conversation. Just relax, not have to impress anyone."
"That's sweet." Tristan met her gaze and blushed a little. Rory was shocked. Did Tristan just blush? No, she must be seeing things. She blamed it on not having enough coffee in her system yet.
"Thanks. What about you?"
"No laughing."
"None. Maybe a smirk, but that's it." Rory grinned.
"OK, I wanted to have a movie day. Go see all the movies that look interesting for one day. Together with the one you love, watching good movies."
"I can deal with that."
"So, moonlit picnic and a movie day."
"Anything else?"
"Maybe a tour of Hartford at night or something like that. Be tourists, you know act like we've never been here before. I never see any of the historic sites in Hartford."
"Sounds like fun."
"You think so?"
"Yeah. I think it'd be great." Rory watched Tristan. He seemed different here than he did at school. Something unexplainable.
"OK, so this is settled."
"Guess so. I'll drive you home."
"Sure. Hey! I could give you a tour of Stars Hollow Sunday afternoon."
"Do you want to?"
"Might as well meet everyone. They have seen you and spread rumors about you. They might as well know who you are."
"Alright." He pulled up in front of Rory's house. "I'll see you tomorrow."
"Okie dokie." Rory ran up to her house and waved. She opened the door and disappeared. Tristan sighed. He said to no one in particular, "I love her so much. I just don't know how to tell her."