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The Beginning Chapter 7
Finally, Friday arrived. Tristan had literally been counting down the hours to his time with Rory. He was going to drive her to a coffee shop and then to the Hartford Tour Station. They would spend the entire evening together. Tristan went to her locker and she was struggling with it like always. He came up behind her and banged his fist against the metal. With a clanging sound, it popped open. He left his arm over her. She ducked under his arm and without looking, she asked. "Tristan, can I help you with something?"
"Don't tell me about our dream date weekend full of passion with the one."
"I didn't forget. I'm stuck with you, unfortunately, instead of the one I love." Tristan's face fell slightly, as did his heart.
"Mary, you wound me. Let's go." Tristan slung his arm around her shoulder. Rory shrugged out of his grasp.
"Give me your backpack."
"Will you give it back to me?"
"Mary, don't be difficult."
"Me? Never? You don't exactly have the best track record. Answer the question, Trist."
"Are we going by nick names now?"
"You've given me a nick name since the first day of school that I was here, Tristan."
"Yes, I'll give them back." She handed him her backpack. He loaded it in the back seat of the car.
"You bring different clothes?"
"Yep."
"Then let's get rolling."
Tristan drove her to a small, elite coffee shop called Gloria's.
"OH! COFFEE!"
"Yep." Tristan unlocked the door and Rory jumped out.
"Yea! You are a smart boy. I'll race you inside!"
"OK. Ready...set..."
Rory sprinted off, her chocolate colored hair flying and her melodic laughter ringing through the air. Tristan ran off, "HEY! That's cheating!"
"Deal with it!" She continued to run through the doors. When Tristan got inside, Rory was panting. "You have to buy the coffee now! I'm going to go change." Rory jogged to the bathroom.
"Oh, yeah, get me coffee, black." Tristan sighed as he turned around. Rory Gilmore was certainly an enigma.
Tristan took a deep breath when he saw Rory. He had only seen her out of uniform like four times. She looked amazing in a uniform, he couldn't believe what she looked like in normal clothes. She looked so natural. She was wearing hip hugger blue jeans, a sparkly blue short sleeved shirt. The blue matched her eyes perfectly. He couldn't beleive how beautiful she looked.
"Hello? Tristan? Come back to us."
"Huh?"
"Where's my coffee?" Tristan pointed to the mug on the table. "Thank you!" She drank it thirstily..
"More please!"
"That was an extra large."
"Your point?"
"That's enough."
"No, it's not." She pouted and Tristan shook his head. "Fine." He couldn't believe how much he wanted to please her. He had never wanted to make anyone but himself happy before. She happily drank her second cup and then got one to go."
"So, Mr. Secret, what are we doing tonight? You never told me." Tristan took her to the car.
"Well, I thought we could do the tour tonight, tomorrow for the movie day, and Sunday for the picnic. That work?"
"Yours is last."
"Saving the best." He thought to himself, "Actually, I'm hoping by then you'll love me almost as much as I love you. Then it will be even more romantic." They stopped in front of the tour station.
Tristan took Rory's hand and made their way through the busy bus station. Tristan was thankful for their contact. He paid for the tickets and they waited for the tour bus. He helped her on the bus and they settled into their seats. The sun was setting. The last rays of light struck Rory's eyes and reflected. Her eyes looked content, like she was glad to be there. She shivered and Tristan noticed.
"Why do they always make these buses so cold?!"
Tristan pushed the arm rest up and scooted over to her. He wrapped his arms around Rory. She was tense, her back was as rigid as a board. Tristan liked the affect he had on her. He whispered in her ear, "Relax, Mary." Rory felt color creep into her cheeks. She started to rest some. She slowly leaned back and Tristan put his chin on the top of her head. They fit together perfectly. An elderly couple got on the bus.
"Ah, look Freddie! Young lovers, just like we were." Rory tensed up again.
"No, M'am. He and I are barely even friends." The lady smiled.
"Freddie and I were barely friends when I was young. I thought he was insufferable. Then he finally convinced me otherwise. Well, he's still insufferable, but 52 years later and I still love him." Freddie grinned.
"I wasn't insufferable, Julie, I was in love and didn't know how to act around you. I was opinionated. Now, let's let these not friends get back to their not friends activities." Freddie took Julie's hand and helped her down the aisle. Rory looked at Tristan.
"That was sweet."
"It was."
"I feel uncomfortable now."
"Don't. Please. Just relax." Rory laid back on his chest. She closed her eyes.
"Hey, wake up. We haven't even started the tour." Rory kept her eyes wide opened end watched the lights pass by. "Tristan?"
"Mhm?"
"This is great."
"I know." Rory smiled and set her eyes back on the lights.
The tour was great. Rory and Tristan were walking back to the car.
"Just drop me off at the bus stop." Tristan stopped walking.
"Are you crazy? You think I'm going to let you go home alone on the bus after midnight? It's not safe. You're exhausted. You'll fall asleep before you get home." Rory sighed. "Tristan..."
"No. You'll stay at my house. You can call your mom and explain things to her."
"I can't."
"Rory, I need you to be safe. I'm tired and you're tired. We'll just go home and sleep." Rory smiled to herself in the dark. It was nice to know that Tristan cared and that he wanted protect her. Tristan didn't know why he had this urge to keep her safe with him. He didn't understand anything when she was around.
"Alright. Where's your phone?" Tristan unlocked the car door and handed it to her.
"It's on speed dial #1."
"I'm on your speed dial?" Tristan nodded.
"Why don't you climb into the back seat. You can sleep on the way home."
"OK." Rory dialed the phone. The answering machine picked up.
"Hey, this is Lorelai. I'm Rory. Rory's out with her lover boy known as Evil One on her dream weekend... MOM! and I'm out for coffee... AND HER DAILY FLIRTING SESSION WITH LUKE! RORY! WHAT? So, anyways, leave a message and we'll try to call you back when we find the phone." Rory giggled at the message. That was so silly.
"Hey, Mommy. It's me. The only one who calls you Mommy as far as I know. Find the phone please. I'll sing while you find it. LALALALALA!" Tristan glanced back at her giving her a weird look."Hey babe."
"Hi, Mommy. Tristan and I just finished the tour. Tristan won't let me ride the bus home and we're to tired to drive home. I'm going to crash at his place tonight."
"Rory..."
"We're just going to sleep. In separate rooms."
"Fine. Come home tomorrow."
"I will. Love you Mom!"
"I love you too, Rory." Rory hung up the phone. She laid back in the car and was soon fast asleep. Tristan pulled up in front of his mansion. "Welcome to the humble DuGray abode. Rory? Rory?" Rory's eyes were closed and she was breathing deeply.
"OK, time to go in." He lifted her up in his arms. She made little sleeping noises and buried her head into Tristan's chest. Tristan wondered if Rory could feel his heart beating so quickly. He took her upstairs to a guest room and took off her shoes. He covered her up with the sheets and blankets. He stared at her for a few minutes; then left for his room down the hall.
The Beginning Chapter 7
Finally, Friday arrived. Tristan had literally been counting down the hours to his time with Rory. He was going to drive her to a coffee shop and then to the Hartford Tour Station. They would spend the entire evening together. Tristan went to her locker and she was struggling with it like always. He came up behind her and banged his fist against the metal. With a clanging sound, it popped open. He left his arm over her. She ducked under his arm and without looking, she asked. "Tristan, can I help you with something?"
"Don't tell me about our dream date weekend full of passion with the one."
"I didn't forget. I'm stuck with you, unfortunately, instead of the one I love." Tristan's face fell slightly, as did his heart.
"Mary, you wound me. Let's go." Tristan slung his arm around her shoulder. Rory shrugged out of his grasp.
"Give me your backpack."
"Will you give it back to me?"
"Mary, don't be difficult."
"Me? Never? You don't exactly have the best track record. Answer the question, Trist."
"Are we going by nick names now?"
"You've given me a nick name since the first day of school that I was here, Tristan."
"Yes, I'll give them back." She handed him her backpack. He loaded it in the back seat of the car.
"You bring different clothes?"
"Yep."
"Then let's get rolling."
Tristan drove her to a small, elite coffee shop called Gloria's.
"OH! COFFEE!"
"Yep." Tristan unlocked the door and Rory jumped out.
"Yea! You are a smart boy. I'll race you inside!"
"OK. Ready...set..."
Rory sprinted off, her chocolate colored hair flying and her melodic laughter ringing through the air. Tristan ran off, "HEY! That's cheating!"
"Deal with it!" She continued to run through the doors. When Tristan got inside, Rory was panting. "You have to buy the coffee now! I'm going to go change." Rory jogged to the bathroom.
"Oh, yeah, get me coffee, black." Tristan sighed as he turned around. Rory Gilmore was certainly an enigma.
Tristan took a deep breath when he saw Rory. He had only seen her out of uniform like four times. She looked amazing in a uniform, he couldn't believe what she looked like in normal clothes. She looked so natural. She was wearing hip hugger blue jeans, a sparkly blue short sleeved shirt. The blue matched her eyes perfectly. He couldn't beleive how beautiful she looked.
"Hello? Tristan? Come back to us."
"Huh?"
"Where's my coffee?" Tristan pointed to the mug on the table. "Thank you!" She drank it thirstily..
"More please!"
"That was an extra large."
"Your point?"
"That's enough."
"No, it's not." She pouted and Tristan shook his head. "Fine." He couldn't believe how much he wanted to please her. He had never wanted to make anyone but himself happy before. She happily drank her second cup and then got one to go."
"So, Mr. Secret, what are we doing tonight? You never told me." Tristan took her to the car.
"Well, I thought we could do the tour tonight, tomorrow for the movie day, and Sunday for the picnic. That work?"
"Yours is last."
"Saving the best." He thought to himself, "Actually, I'm hoping by then you'll love me almost as much as I love you. Then it will be even more romantic." They stopped in front of the tour station.
Tristan took Rory's hand and made their way through the busy bus station. Tristan was thankful for their contact. He paid for the tickets and they waited for the tour bus. He helped her on the bus and they settled into their seats. The sun was setting. The last rays of light struck Rory's eyes and reflected. Her eyes looked content, like she was glad to be there. She shivered and Tristan noticed.
"Why do they always make these buses so cold?!"
Tristan pushed the arm rest up and scooted over to her. He wrapped his arms around Rory. She was tense, her back was as rigid as a board. Tristan liked the affect he had on her. He whispered in her ear, "Relax, Mary." Rory felt color creep into her cheeks. She started to rest some. She slowly leaned back and Tristan put his chin on the top of her head. They fit together perfectly. An elderly couple got on the bus.
"Ah, look Freddie! Young lovers, just like we were." Rory tensed up again.
"No, M'am. He and I are barely even friends." The lady smiled.
"Freddie and I were barely friends when I was young. I thought he was insufferable. Then he finally convinced me otherwise. Well, he's still insufferable, but 52 years later and I still love him." Freddie grinned.
"I wasn't insufferable, Julie, I was in love and didn't know how to act around you. I was opinionated. Now, let's let these not friends get back to their not friends activities." Freddie took Julie's hand and helped her down the aisle. Rory looked at Tristan.
"That was sweet."
"It was."
"I feel uncomfortable now."
"Don't. Please. Just relax." Rory laid back on his chest. She closed her eyes.
"Hey, wake up. We haven't even started the tour." Rory kept her eyes wide opened end watched the lights pass by. "Tristan?"
"Mhm?"
"This is great."
"I know." Rory smiled and set her eyes back on the lights.
The tour was great. Rory and Tristan were walking back to the car.
"Just drop me off at the bus stop." Tristan stopped walking.
"Are you crazy? You think I'm going to let you go home alone on the bus after midnight? It's not safe. You're exhausted. You'll fall asleep before you get home." Rory sighed. "Tristan..."
"No. You'll stay at my house. You can call your mom and explain things to her."
"I can't."
"Rory, I need you to be safe. I'm tired and you're tired. We'll just go home and sleep." Rory smiled to herself in the dark. It was nice to know that Tristan cared and that he wanted protect her. Tristan didn't know why he had this urge to keep her safe with him. He didn't understand anything when she was around.
"Alright. Where's your phone?" Tristan unlocked the car door and handed it to her.
"It's on speed dial #1."
"I'm on your speed dial?" Tristan nodded.
"Why don't you climb into the back seat. You can sleep on the way home."
"OK." Rory dialed the phone. The answering machine picked up.
"Hey, this is Lorelai. I'm Rory. Rory's out with her lover boy known as Evil One on her dream weekend... MOM! and I'm out for coffee... AND HER DAILY FLIRTING SESSION WITH LUKE! RORY! WHAT? So, anyways, leave a message and we'll try to call you back when we find the phone." Rory giggled at the message. That was so silly.
"Hey, Mommy. It's me. The only one who calls you Mommy as far as I know. Find the phone please. I'll sing while you find it. LALALALALA!" Tristan glanced back at her giving her a weird look."Hey babe."
"Hi, Mommy. Tristan and I just finished the tour. Tristan won't let me ride the bus home and we're to tired to drive home. I'm going to crash at his place tonight."
"Rory..."
"We're just going to sleep. In separate rooms."
"Fine. Come home tomorrow."
"I will. Love you Mom!"
"I love you too, Rory." Rory hung up the phone. She laid back in the car and was soon fast asleep. Tristan pulled up in front of his mansion. "Welcome to the humble DuGray abode. Rory? Rory?" Rory's eyes were closed and she was breathing deeply.
"OK, time to go in." He lifted her up in his arms. She made little sleeping noises and buried her head into Tristan's chest. Tristan wondered if Rory could feel his heart beating so quickly. He took her upstairs to a guest room and took off her shoes. He covered her up with the sheets and blankets. He stared at her for a few minutes; then left for his room down the hall.