Disclaimer First Chapter
A.N. I'd like to thank everyone who replied. I'm so glad you people enjoyed the story! I had a lot of fun writing it and I really appreciate your support. I'm sorry that some of you were disappointed with the second to last chapter. Here's the last chapter! Hope you enjoy! Oh, yeah and look out for my newest ficlets, A Fairy Tale, A Happy Ending, and ReturningHome.
Reports and Questions Chapter 12
Rory awoke to her alarm purring. Rory rolled over and kissed Tristan on the lips.
"Mmmmmm... I like waking up like this."
Rory giggled. "You know we have to go back to Hell today."
"We have to?"
"Yeah..."
"That means we have to get up, doesn't it?"
"Unfortunately yes." Rory kissed him again. She ran into the kitchen to start a pot of coffee. On the table lay a little package with a note.
~Rory~
I took the rest of your pictures and had Kirk develop them. Take them with you and don't forget your tape recorder. It shoul be somewhere around here, probably in the desk or under my bed. I love you.
3 MOM 3
Rory called out. "TRIST! Look! Our pictures!" Tristan came in behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist. He rested his chin on her head as she flipped through the pictures.
"Look! The rose petals. Here's one of us sleeping. Mom must have taken those. You look so sweet when you sleep."
"You look like an angel."
Rory smiled. "Oh, it's 6:50. We're going to be late if we don't hurry. Make me some coffee while I shower, OK?"
"Yes, Mother."
"Tristan..." Rory grabbed her uniform and headed into the bathroom. 5 minutes later she came out with wet hair.
"Your turn!"
He dashed into the shower. He came out later and pop tarts were on the table. Rory's hair was dry and she was drinking coffee and carefully applying a little bit of make up. Tristan smiled, "You don't happen to have any hair gel, do you? I ran out yesterday."
"Hmmm... let me look."
"Pop tarts, Rory?"
"The only thing in the house that resembled food. I cooked them in the toaster too!" She announced it proudly. Tristan watched her disappear. She appeared holding a bottle.
"I think my dad left this here. Will it work?"
"Yeah." Tristan gulped his coffee an dthen left to find a mirror. Ten minutes later, both were ready to leave.
Tristan drove them to school. People watched them curiously as they walked into school hand-in-hand. Rory and Tristan stopped at her locker first.
"I brought some pictures to decorate you, Ernie." She pasted one of them sleeping together, one of the picnics, one of the rose petal message, and one of them together.
"Do you want any of these?" Tristan chose one of them sleeping and one of Rory he had taken. They pasted them in his locker.
"Ready for class?"
"Definitely."
The day had gone very interestingly. People were trying to figure out why they were walking together. Tristan had ditched his friends to sit with Rory at lunch. They still bantered cheerfully and were basically inseparable. Finally, Mrs. Lockey's class came up. Tristan led Rory into class, usual smirk in place. Rory laughed at something Tristan said. Paris glared at the two. They sat down when Mrs. Lockey came into class. She called Paris and James first. Rory barely listened, but heard, "We were in no way compatible." James looked a little scared and Paris was still glaring.
"Thank you, Miss Gellar, Mr. Carter. Next up our favorite, Mr. DuGray and Miss Gilmore."
Rory slid out of her desk and she and Tristan walked up together. They smiled happily at each other. Rory began the presentation.
"Well,I had a great weekend. First, Tristan took me to a coffee shop called Gloria's. They have the best coffee in the world, except for maybe Luke's. On Friday night, Trist and I took a tour of Hartford at night. We acted like tourist and we had never seen Hartford before. We met this adorable couple who had been married 52 years. They said we reminded each other of them..."
"Whe they were young. The tour took half the night so then..." Rory glanced nervously at Tristan. He smiled and wiggled his eyebrow suggestively. Rory watched him finish his sentence.
"We went home. On Saturday..."
"We went to the movie theater and watched The Mothman Prophecies, Return to Never Never Land, and Ocean's 11. We got kicked out in the middle of The Mothman Prophecies because..."
"My little Mary wouldn't keep her mouth shut. She kept making fun of the movies throughout the whole thing and well, the other viewers didn't seem to think it was as funny as Rory and I did." Rory giggled.
"Well..."
Tristan smiled.
"So we went home and rented a couple more movies." Tristan took over.
"And then, on Sunday, Rory took me on a tour of her peculiar town, Stars Hollow, and introduced me to some very... er... unique people."
"Then, Tristan planned a romantic, moonlit picnic by the lake. He had Luke, that's my mom and my's provider, cook some food and he had a blanket, candles, and rose petals. He..." Rory beamed.
"He spelled out 'Rory I love you' with rose petals."
"That part was inevitable. I would have told her that I loved her at some point during that weekend, the picnic was the perfect time. I've loved Rory since I met her. I just finally told her and luckily..."
"I love him. We still fight a lot..."
"And make fun of each other, but..."
"Our relationship is truly amazing. I suppose you could say we are definitely compatible." They were staring at each other adoringly. Rory glanced at Paris. She felt almost intimidated. Paris had that look, the look like she had something she was about to say. Something that could hurt them. The rest of the girls in the class were trying to figure out why Tristan had never done anything like that for them.
"Any questions?" Paris's hand flew up.
Rory shifted nervously. Tristan called on her.
"You guys never went home separately, did you? No, you guys slept together. Am I right?" Rory blushed and looked down. Tristan reached for her hand.
"I don't see how that's any of your business, Paris."
"Answer the question, Tristan. Everyone is dying to know. You don't answer the question and we'll know the answer anyways."
Tristan glared at Paris, wishing he could strangle her.
"Yes, we slept together."
Rory looke up and felt instantly betrayed. Maybe she was just another notch on his belt. Tristan gave her a reassuring glance.
"She stayed with me on Friday night. It was too late for her to ride home on the bus and I was too tired to drive her home, so she came to my house and we slept. On Saturday, we fell asleep on the couch watching movies. And last night we fell asleep together. Nothing happened, since that's what you were really asking. Rory and I are special. I respect her totally and I would never do anything to hurt her. Thanks for asking though, Paris. We appreciate it." Rory sighed and Tristan squeezed her hand.
"Thank you, Mr. DuGray, Miss Gilmore for your most informative report." Rory felt Tristan come behind her and walk her to her desk.
Paris ran up to Rory's locker. Everything she had done to ruin them hadn't worked. Tristan was holding Rory happily. She kissed him and then pulled away.
"I can't get my stuff with you holding me."
"Would you rather get your homework or have me kiss you?"
"Guess?"
"Can you two be any more disgusting?"
Rory grinned impishly. "Quite possibly. What do you think, BB?"
"Let's find out." Tristan kissed her.
"Please, stop." Tristan stared at Paris.
"I can't believe you asked us that in class?"
"Well, I was wondering." Rory glared.
"You know what, Paris? You can be conniving and evil. I don't care. I have Tristan and he loves me. There is nothing you can do about it, so deal with it." With that Rory slammed her locker shut. "Let's go." The two left Paris behind.
"I'm sorry about Paris."
"It's OK. I was scared there for a second, but I'm alright now. It's not your fault, but man, she has gall." Rory started to laugh.
"What's so funny?"
"I recorded it all. It's too funny."
Tristan began to laugh. "I'm so incredibly happy, Rory. No one has ever loved me before. My parents ignore me and the people at school don't know me."
"You're the crowned king of Chilton."
"Not the real me. Thank you, Mary, for loving me and forgiving me."
"It's not really that taxing on my part. I mean sure you do have that huge ego that likes to come out of hiding a lot, but I can deal with that. I..."
"Rory."
"Hmm?"
"Shut up." Rory smiled as their lips met in a blissful kiss.
A.N. I'd like to thank everyone who replied. I'm so glad you people enjoyed the story! I had a lot of fun writing it and I really appreciate your support. I'm sorry that some of you were disappointed with the second to last chapter. Here's the last chapter! Hope you enjoy! Oh, yeah and look out for my newest ficlets, A Fairy Tale, A Happy Ending, and ReturningHome.
Reports and Questions Chapter 12
Rory awoke to her alarm purring. Rory rolled over and kissed Tristan on the lips.
"Mmmmmm... I like waking up like this."
Rory giggled. "You know we have to go back to Hell today."
"We have to?"
"Yeah..."
"That means we have to get up, doesn't it?"
"Unfortunately yes." Rory kissed him again. She ran into the kitchen to start a pot of coffee. On the table lay a little package with a note.
~Rory~
I took the rest of your pictures and had Kirk develop them. Take them with you and don't forget your tape recorder. It shoul be somewhere around here, probably in the desk or under my bed. I love you.
3 MOM 3
Rory called out. "TRIST! Look! Our pictures!" Tristan came in behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist. He rested his chin on her head as she flipped through the pictures.
"Look! The rose petals. Here's one of us sleeping. Mom must have taken those. You look so sweet when you sleep."
"You look like an angel."
Rory smiled. "Oh, it's 6:50. We're going to be late if we don't hurry. Make me some coffee while I shower, OK?"
"Yes, Mother."
"Tristan..." Rory grabbed her uniform and headed into the bathroom. 5 minutes later she came out with wet hair.
"Your turn!"
He dashed into the shower. He came out later and pop tarts were on the table. Rory's hair was dry and she was drinking coffee and carefully applying a little bit of make up. Tristan smiled, "You don't happen to have any hair gel, do you? I ran out yesterday."
"Hmmm... let me look."
"Pop tarts, Rory?"
"The only thing in the house that resembled food. I cooked them in the toaster too!" She announced it proudly. Tristan watched her disappear. She appeared holding a bottle.
"I think my dad left this here. Will it work?"
"Yeah." Tristan gulped his coffee an dthen left to find a mirror. Ten minutes later, both were ready to leave.
Tristan drove them to school. People watched them curiously as they walked into school hand-in-hand. Rory and Tristan stopped at her locker first.
"I brought some pictures to decorate you, Ernie." She pasted one of them sleeping together, one of the picnics, one of the rose petal message, and one of them together.
"Do you want any of these?" Tristan chose one of them sleeping and one of Rory he had taken. They pasted them in his locker.
"Ready for class?"
"Definitely."
The day had gone very interestingly. People were trying to figure out why they were walking together. Tristan had ditched his friends to sit with Rory at lunch. They still bantered cheerfully and were basically inseparable. Finally, Mrs. Lockey's class came up. Tristan led Rory into class, usual smirk in place. Rory laughed at something Tristan said. Paris glared at the two. They sat down when Mrs. Lockey came into class. She called Paris and James first. Rory barely listened, but heard, "We were in no way compatible." James looked a little scared and Paris was still glaring.
"Thank you, Miss Gellar, Mr. Carter. Next up our favorite, Mr. DuGray and Miss Gilmore."
Rory slid out of her desk and she and Tristan walked up together. They smiled happily at each other. Rory began the presentation.
"Well,I had a great weekend. First, Tristan took me to a coffee shop called Gloria's. They have the best coffee in the world, except for maybe Luke's. On Friday night, Trist and I took a tour of Hartford at night. We acted like tourist and we had never seen Hartford before. We met this adorable couple who had been married 52 years. They said we reminded each other of them..."
"Whe they were young. The tour took half the night so then..." Rory glanced nervously at Tristan. He smiled and wiggled his eyebrow suggestively. Rory watched him finish his sentence.
"We went home. On Saturday..."
"We went to the movie theater and watched The Mothman Prophecies, Return to Never Never Land, and Ocean's 11. We got kicked out in the middle of The Mothman Prophecies because..."
"My little Mary wouldn't keep her mouth shut. She kept making fun of the movies throughout the whole thing and well, the other viewers didn't seem to think it was as funny as Rory and I did." Rory giggled.
"Well..."
Tristan smiled.
"So we went home and rented a couple more movies." Tristan took over.
"And then, on Sunday, Rory took me on a tour of her peculiar town, Stars Hollow, and introduced me to some very... er... unique people."
"Then, Tristan planned a romantic, moonlit picnic by the lake. He had Luke, that's my mom and my's provider, cook some food and he had a blanket, candles, and rose petals. He..." Rory beamed.
"He spelled out 'Rory I love you' with rose petals."
"That part was inevitable. I would have told her that I loved her at some point during that weekend, the picnic was the perfect time. I've loved Rory since I met her. I just finally told her and luckily..."
"I love him. We still fight a lot..."
"And make fun of each other, but..."
"Our relationship is truly amazing. I suppose you could say we are definitely compatible." They were staring at each other adoringly. Rory glanced at Paris. She felt almost intimidated. Paris had that look, the look like she had something she was about to say. Something that could hurt them. The rest of the girls in the class were trying to figure out why Tristan had never done anything like that for them.
"Any questions?" Paris's hand flew up.
Rory shifted nervously. Tristan called on her.
"You guys never went home separately, did you? No, you guys slept together. Am I right?" Rory blushed and looked down. Tristan reached for her hand.
"I don't see how that's any of your business, Paris."
"Answer the question, Tristan. Everyone is dying to know. You don't answer the question and we'll know the answer anyways."
Tristan glared at Paris, wishing he could strangle her.
"Yes, we slept together."
Rory looke up and felt instantly betrayed. Maybe she was just another notch on his belt. Tristan gave her a reassuring glance.
"She stayed with me on Friday night. It was too late for her to ride home on the bus and I was too tired to drive her home, so she came to my house and we slept. On Saturday, we fell asleep on the couch watching movies. And last night we fell asleep together. Nothing happened, since that's what you were really asking. Rory and I are special. I respect her totally and I would never do anything to hurt her. Thanks for asking though, Paris. We appreciate it." Rory sighed and Tristan squeezed her hand.
"Thank you, Mr. DuGray, Miss Gilmore for your most informative report." Rory felt Tristan come behind her and walk her to her desk.
Paris ran up to Rory's locker. Everything she had done to ruin them hadn't worked. Tristan was holding Rory happily. She kissed him and then pulled away.
"I can't get my stuff with you holding me."
"Would you rather get your homework or have me kiss you?"
"Guess?"
"Can you two be any more disgusting?"
Rory grinned impishly. "Quite possibly. What do you think, BB?"
"Let's find out." Tristan kissed her.
"Please, stop." Tristan stared at Paris.
"I can't believe you asked us that in class?"
"Well, I was wondering." Rory glared.
"You know what, Paris? You can be conniving and evil. I don't care. I have Tristan and he loves me. There is nothing you can do about it, so deal with it." With that Rory slammed her locker shut. "Let's go." The two left Paris behind.
"I'm sorry about Paris."
"It's OK. I was scared there for a second, but I'm alright now. It's not your fault, but man, she has gall." Rory started to laugh.
"What's so funny?"
"I recorded it all. It's too funny."
Tristan began to laugh. "I'm so incredibly happy, Rory. No one has ever loved me before. My parents ignore me and the people at school don't know me."
"You're the crowned king of Chilton."
"Not the real me. Thank you, Mary, for loving me and forgiving me."
"It's not really that taxing on my part. I mean sure you do have that huge ego that likes to come out of hiding a lot, but I can deal with that. I..."
"Rory."
"Hmm?"
"Shut up." Rory smiled as their lips met in a blissful kiss.