Just that Good
see chap. 1 for info
Chapter: 2: A little truth you know we all want to hide
"Rory, does this outfit scream, I'm a rich slutty bitch? Or is it more of a just plain skanky look?" Summer asked, holding up an extremely short skirt.
Rory frowned thoughtfully. "Definitely slutty. But not skanky. But if you wore that tight black tube top, THAT would be skanky...wear that cute top I got you for Christmas, that'll go with the skirt."
Summer made a face and looked doubtfully at the skirt. "You mean the blue one? That won't match at all! And my tube top? So not skanky!"
"Totally skanky." Rory disagreed. She held up a crimson top. "How about this then?"
Summer looked at it critically. "Maybe. A little conservative, but paired with the skirt, it makes a perfect match! Wow, another fashion blunder avoided with the help of the lovely Rory Gilmore!"
Rory laughed. "I can't believe it took you this long to pick out an outfit anyway! I had my outfit ready days ago. I am so ready for this concert, I've been listening to my old Coldplay CD's since you told me about it. And I can't wait to meet Charlie. I admit, I'm a little curious. Okay, a lot curious! I mean, you've been dating him for what, two months? And I still haven't even seen him! Is he hot?"
Summer rolled her eyes playfully. "For the fifth time today, yes, he's hot! He looks so cute when he's playing his guitar, I could just faint!"
"So what time are we going tonight?" Rory asked, putting away some of the clothes Summer had strewn around the room.
"Well, the concert starts at eight, so how about we leave at six thirty to get there before everyone else?"
"Okay, sounds good to me....oh, I got a call from Tristan yesterday." Rory said casually, from her spot in the closet as she dug around for shoes.
Summer shrieked excitedly. "Why didn't you tell me earlier? What did he want? He probably wants to have an affair with you."
"Summer!" Rory said laughing. "He just asked me out for coffee, I told him he could call me at the party. We're not going to have an affair...even though it would be fun."
"And can you imagine what Paris would do? She'd rip you into tiny shreds. She's so possessive of her things. I remember once in third grade I stole one of her gummy bears that she had brought for snack time, and I think that's why she dislikes me so much....well, that, and all the other stuff I did and said to her."
"Quick, do these shoes match with my skirt?" Rory asked, coming out of the closet holding a pair of black heels.
Summer shook her head. "Go for the platform sandals instead." She instructed.
"What? Those don't go at all!" Rory protested stubbornly.
"Okay whatever. So when are you and Tristan going for coffee?" Summer made little quote marks when she said coffee.
"Tomorrow." Came Rory's muffled reply as she looked for the platform sandals that she insisted didn't go with her outfit. "Hmmm....these don't look too bad, I guess."
"Ohmigod! Tomorrow, wow." Summer said innocently, too innocently.
"What? Why does it warrant a 'wow'?" Rory said suspiciously.
"Oh wow, those sandals do look good with that outfit, I told you! You're not the only one good at fashion!" Summer crowed happily. "I didn't mean anything by my wow. I just think it's, interesting, that he chose a prime date night to go for 'coffee', that's all. And we all know coffee stands for sex."
"Maybe in Summer speak!" Rory argued. "But in normal human being's language, especially Gilmore language, coffee actually does mean coffee. Besides, Tristan wouldn't use that code. He would be straightforward about it and say, hey you wanna have sex?"
"That's true." Summer grudgingly admitted. "But I still think that there's chemistry between you two and the fact that you're going for coffee only helps the fact."
"Please, Summer, I am so over Tristan! I have been since we broke up like 5 years ago! I don't know why you're so hung up over this!"
"Yeah, but remember how cute you were together? Ooh, like that time when it was your six month anniversary? That was so sweet!"
Rory groaned. "Yeah, and remember the time he cheated on me with Amanda?"
Summer wrinkled her nose. "Okay, not so sweet. But you guys worked through it pretty well!"
"Right, screaming at each other in the hall in front of EVERYBODY, great way to work through things....hey which lipstick.... 'Gash' or 'Tenderheart'?"
"It wasn't in front of everybody, just the cheerleaders and jocks. Gash. Tenderheart sounds weak." Summer put on her skirt and top and examined herself in the mirror. "Hey I am a sexy bitch!"
"Coming from Miss Modesty herself!" Rory laughed as she uncapped her lipstick. "Can we not talk about Tristan anymore? It's giving me a headache, and that's not supposed to happen until AFTER the concert!"
"Sure, but this conversation is not over!" Summer put on Rory's black heels. "It'll just be continued at a later time."
"Hey! Those are MY heels!" Rory glared at Summer, who just smiled rakishly. "I was going to wear those, before someone talked me out of it!"
"But these look better with my outfit!" Summer whined. "See? Perfect! Come on, admit it!"
"Never!"
***
After the concert,
"You are so busted! I know why you didn't want me to meet Charlie, he looks EXACTLY like Tristan....in fact, I think it is Tristan, or Tristan's evil twin or something!" Rory grinned triumphantly, having seen Charlie and put two and two together. The concert had ended, and now Summer and Rory were going backstage to go see Charlie.
"Shut up! He does not look that much like Tristan. And that is so not what attracted him to me! He has so many other qualities besides his looks." Summer defended herself and Charlie.
"Yeah, I'm sure that Tristan, whoops, I mean Charlie, has lots of, um, good qualities." Rory said devilishly.
"Shut up!" Summer said, laughing. "Ooh, here he comes!"
Sure enough, Charlie was walking jauntily towards the girls, whistling one of his songs.
"Hey sweetie." Summer said, running up to him and giving him a kiss.
"Hey Summ." Charlie said happily. "Did you see us out there? We were so rockin!"
Rory laughed. "Guess I'm not the ONLY one that says rockin, am I Summer? Aren't you going to introduce us? Though I feel like I've known Charlie here for YEARS."
Summer rolled her eyes. "Charlie, this is one of my best friends, Rory Gilmore. You'll just have to excuse her actions this evening, she took some Ecstasy earlier from some little kid in the parking lot."
Rory held out her hand demurely. "Hi Charlie. What a pleasure it's been to have finally met you. Summer just talks about you ALL the time, and it's a nice to have a face to go with the name. OR one face for two names?"
Charlie took her hand and kissed it. "Summer, you never told me you had such beautiful friends." He said accusingly.
"You guys, cut the bullshit. We're not at some fancy elite party, we're at a ROCK concert, for God's sake. What a pleasure to meet you! Wow, I didn't know you had such beautiful friends! So stupid." Summer mocked.
Charlie laughed and slung an arm around Summer and gave her a big sloppy kiss on the cheek. "That's my Summer, always the blunt one."
"That's OUR Summer." Rory corrected mischievously. Charlie arched a brow.
"So now we're a threesome? Sounds kinky." He leered at Rory.
"Ew...Charlie! Gross!" Summer said, hitting him on the arm. "See, this is why I don't all you to meet my friends, because God knows what you'll say to them!"
"That's not the only reason!" Rory sing songs. Summer shot her a look.
"Really, what's the other reason?" Charlie said, his interest piqued.
"Nothing, I didn't want you to meet any of my friends, because you're so unbelievably handsome and I wanted to keep you all to myself!" Summer joked, avoiding Rory's eyes, knowing there was laughter in them.
"Huh. Well, I gotta go load stuff into the van, are you ladies going to go?" Charlie asked.
"Yeah, I'm beat. I'm getting too old for this. Call me tomorrow, okay?" Summer yawned, and Rory clutched her arm.
They started walking away from Charlie. " Okay, that was too weird, Summer. He was EXACTLY like Tristan, right down to the way he talked and that smirk!" Rory said.
"Rory, please. Can you drop it? He doesn't remind me anything of Tristan. They're two completely different people, okay?"
"Okay, whatever you say...." Rory yawned also. "I'm so tired. Oh God! I have that coffee date with Tristan tomorrow. Crap, I completely forgot about it. I'm going to be so tired tomorrow."
"When is it?" Summer said, while searching for the car.
"We're planning to meet at Kelly's at six o' clock." Rory replied. "Ooh, there it is!"
"Where?"
"Over by that white convertible....do you see it?"
"Yeah, thank God for your eyesight, I'm as blind as a bat!" Summer unlocked the car and got in.
"If you ever wore your glasses, maybe you wouldn't be so blind." Rory said condescendingly as she buckled her seatbelt.
Summer shuddered. "But I look so, nerdy, with glasses, you know that!"
"So buy new glasses." Rory suggested.
"Okay, I don't wanna talk about this either. It's boring me, I'm about to fall asleep at the wheel."
"Fine, what do you suggest we talk about?" Rory snapped irritably. Summer glared at her.
"Look, we're both obviously tired and moody, why don't we just not talk at all?"
"Fine." Rory answered, looking out her window. Neither girl talked the rest of the way to their respective homes.
***
The next day, around four ish,
"Summer! I don't know what to wear!" Rory complained on the phone to Summer. "Everything I pick out is either too slutty, or too conservative!"
"Okay. You know that cute green long sleeved top? Don't wear that. I know you were thinking about it, because I know how you think. Wear that adorable red tank top, with those pants, you know, the ones with the funky black and white design on them? For shoes, wear your black chunky heels...no wait, the skinny heels would look better....no, your platform Sketcher Sandals!" Summer instructed.
Rory looked dubious. "I don't know if the sandals match."
Trust me, they do. I wore them once with your outfit, remember? That's when I spilled pie on the tank top and had to buy you a new one?"
"Oh yeah....spaz!" Rory laughed. "Okay, thanks for your help....hey, should I wear Tenderheart tonight?"
"Sure what the hell. It's a more soft look then your other lipsticks, so it'll look okay on you. Call me when you get home, I want details!"
"Okay, but it's not going to be anything exciting, it's just coffee."
"Sure it is. You're going to get lucky tonight! Hey, you teased me about Charlie, so I'm just returning the favor. Payback's a bitch, ain't it?"
"I hate you. Bye, talk to you later!" Rory hung up the phone and looked at her outfit. Summer had been right, she had been thinking of the green shirt. But the red looked so much better on her.
Rory glanced at the time. Only four thirty. These are the times she hated most, when she was all alone and she had nobody to talk to. Her apartment was so big and impersonal, she hated being there most of the time. That's why she kept herself busy. Oh well, Rory thought idly as she flipped through a magazine, I'll just try not to think about it.
***
Meanwhile, at Tristan's apartment,
Tristan looked at himself in the mirror. Casual suit, messy hair, and the DuGrey charm. Perfect. She won't be able to resist me. Not that I we're going on a date.
"What are you doing?" Paris asked as she came into the room. She had moved in, despite Tristan's protests, a couple days after he proposed. And made herself very, VERY comfortable, more comfortable than Tristan was.
"Just getting dressed....I have to go meet some of the guys from the office for coffee to discuss that big merger with Dunbridge."
"On a Saturday night?" Paris said incredulously. She had been looking forward to just staying in tonight and doing something together.
"Yeah, we've really got to get a lot of stuff done, we're meeting with them on Monday." Tristan lied. People may have thought he was stupid at times, but he wasn't stupid enough to tell Paris what he was really doing tonight. Even if it was just with an old friend, Paris wouldn't think so.
"But I thought you guys weren't meeting with Dunbridge until later this month." Paris said confused. She listened when Tristan talked, whether it was to her or not, and the result was that Tristan found it was impossible to lie to her, she always knew the truth.
"Yeah, but then we decided that we wanted to get it done and over with sooner, so we could move onto the next account, with Cooley." Tristan ran a hand through his hair, mussing it up.
"Oh." Paris sat down on the bed. "Well, do you have time for your future wife?" she said, trying to sound smoldering hot, but instead coming off irritable.
"No I have to be there," Tristan checked his watch, "Right now, actually. I gotta go." He bent down and gave Paris a peck on the cheek. "Love you, I'll be home as soon as I can. Bye."
He left quickly, happy to get away from that house. He hated being there when Paris was there. She was so needy, she always wanted to have sex. Tristan complied most of the time, but it wasn't necessarily by choice. This whole soon to be marriage was a total joke to him, and he had a better understanding of his parents now.
He understood why his dad cheated and drank and was always away on business trips, while his mom was off sleeping with whomever was closest to her at the time. He understood why his parents stayed in their loveless marriage for so long. For money. And when they had finally divorced, they both had gotten away with money. Until his dad screwed up. He had come crawling back to his ex-wife, saying that he loved her and wanted to marry her again. But she had refused, she had heard what happened. Or one version of it anyway. And she was in her element anyway, happily married to a guy who showered her with presents and trips to France. What he didn't understand was why people married for love. What was the point of that? Poor Tristan had never been in love, the closest he had ever come to it was Rory, and even then he had screwed that one up.
I'm going to end up just like my father. Tristan realized sadly. The one thing I never wanted to become.
***
"I've got to hand it to you now
You're a hard one to please
When it looks as though you've got all you need
And all the many times I've dreamed
I could walk in your shoes,
What I nightmare it must be
Just being you..."
Authors Note: Well, there's Part 2....next chapter will have their rendezvous in the coffee shop. And some other stuff. And sorry, Lorelai's not really in this fic, to whoever asked. This fic isn't really centered on her, and there is also a reason that I'm going to explain in the next chapter. She might make a small appearance later though, if necessary. I think that this going to be a long fic, the direction I'm heading in. Even if nobody likes it. :) Don't forget to review!!!
see chap. 1 for info
Chapter: 2: A little truth you know we all want to hide
"Rory, does this outfit scream, I'm a rich slutty bitch? Or is it more of a just plain skanky look?" Summer asked, holding up an extremely short skirt.
Rory frowned thoughtfully. "Definitely slutty. But not skanky. But if you wore that tight black tube top, THAT would be skanky...wear that cute top I got you for Christmas, that'll go with the skirt."
Summer made a face and looked doubtfully at the skirt. "You mean the blue one? That won't match at all! And my tube top? So not skanky!"
"Totally skanky." Rory disagreed. She held up a crimson top. "How about this then?"
Summer looked at it critically. "Maybe. A little conservative, but paired with the skirt, it makes a perfect match! Wow, another fashion blunder avoided with the help of the lovely Rory Gilmore!"
Rory laughed. "I can't believe it took you this long to pick out an outfit anyway! I had my outfit ready days ago. I am so ready for this concert, I've been listening to my old Coldplay CD's since you told me about it. And I can't wait to meet Charlie. I admit, I'm a little curious. Okay, a lot curious! I mean, you've been dating him for what, two months? And I still haven't even seen him! Is he hot?"
Summer rolled her eyes playfully. "For the fifth time today, yes, he's hot! He looks so cute when he's playing his guitar, I could just faint!"
"So what time are we going tonight?" Rory asked, putting away some of the clothes Summer had strewn around the room.
"Well, the concert starts at eight, so how about we leave at six thirty to get there before everyone else?"
"Okay, sounds good to me....oh, I got a call from Tristan yesterday." Rory said casually, from her spot in the closet as she dug around for shoes.
Summer shrieked excitedly. "Why didn't you tell me earlier? What did he want? He probably wants to have an affair with you."
"Summer!" Rory said laughing. "He just asked me out for coffee, I told him he could call me at the party. We're not going to have an affair...even though it would be fun."
"And can you imagine what Paris would do? She'd rip you into tiny shreds. She's so possessive of her things. I remember once in third grade I stole one of her gummy bears that she had brought for snack time, and I think that's why she dislikes me so much....well, that, and all the other stuff I did and said to her."
"Quick, do these shoes match with my skirt?" Rory asked, coming out of the closet holding a pair of black heels.
Summer shook her head. "Go for the platform sandals instead." She instructed.
"What? Those don't go at all!" Rory protested stubbornly.
"Okay whatever. So when are you and Tristan going for coffee?" Summer made little quote marks when she said coffee.
"Tomorrow." Came Rory's muffled reply as she looked for the platform sandals that she insisted didn't go with her outfit. "Hmmm....these don't look too bad, I guess."
"Ohmigod! Tomorrow, wow." Summer said innocently, too innocently.
"What? Why does it warrant a 'wow'?" Rory said suspiciously.
"Oh wow, those sandals do look good with that outfit, I told you! You're not the only one good at fashion!" Summer crowed happily. "I didn't mean anything by my wow. I just think it's, interesting, that he chose a prime date night to go for 'coffee', that's all. And we all know coffee stands for sex."
"Maybe in Summer speak!" Rory argued. "But in normal human being's language, especially Gilmore language, coffee actually does mean coffee. Besides, Tristan wouldn't use that code. He would be straightforward about it and say, hey you wanna have sex?"
"That's true." Summer grudgingly admitted. "But I still think that there's chemistry between you two and the fact that you're going for coffee only helps the fact."
"Please, Summer, I am so over Tristan! I have been since we broke up like 5 years ago! I don't know why you're so hung up over this!"
"Yeah, but remember how cute you were together? Ooh, like that time when it was your six month anniversary? That was so sweet!"
Rory groaned. "Yeah, and remember the time he cheated on me with Amanda?"
Summer wrinkled her nose. "Okay, not so sweet. But you guys worked through it pretty well!"
"Right, screaming at each other in the hall in front of EVERYBODY, great way to work through things....hey which lipstick.... 'Gash' or 'Tenderheart'?"
"It wasn't in front of everybody, just the cheerleaders and jocks. Gash. Tenderheart sounds weak." Summer put on her skirt and top and examined herself in the mirror. "Hey I am a sexy bitch!"
"Coming from Miss Modesty herself!" Rory laughed as she uncapped her lipstick. "Can we not talk about Tristan anymore? It's giving me a headache, and that's not supposed to happen until AFTER the concert!"
"Sure, but this conversation is not over!" Summer put on Rory's black heels. "It'll just be continued at a later time."
"Hey! Those are MY heels!" Rory glared at Summer, who just smiled rakishly. "I was going to wear those, before someone talked me out of it!"
"But these look better with my outfit!" Summer whined. "See? Perfect! Come on, admit it!"
"Never!"
***
After the concert,
"You are so busted! I know why you didn't want me to meet Charlie, he looks EXACTLY like Tristan....in fact, I think it is Tristan, or Tristan's evil twin or something!" Rory grinned triumphantly, having seen Charlie and put two and two together. The concert had ended, and now Summer and Rory were going backstage to go see Charlie.
"Shut up! He does not look that much like Tristan. And that is so not what attracted him to me! He has so many other qualities besides his looks." Summer defended herself and Charlie.
"Yeah, I'm sure that Tristan, whoops, I mean Charlie, has lots of, um, good qualities." Rory said devilishly.
"Shut up!" Summer said, laughing. "Ooh, here he comes!"
Sure enough, Charlie was walking jauntily towards the girls, whistling one of his songs.
"Hey sweetie." Summer said, running up to him and giving him a kiss.
"Hey Summ." Charlie said happily. "Did you see us out there? We were so rockin!"
Rory laughed. "Guess I'm not the ONLY one that says rockin, am I Summer? Aren't you going to introduce us? Though I feel like I've known Charlie here for YEARS."
Summer rolled her eyes. "Charlie, this is one of my best friends, Rory Gilmore. You'll just have to excuse her actions this evening, she took some Ecstasy earlier from some little kid in the parking lot."
Rory held out her hand demurely. "Hi Charlie. What a pleasure it's been to have finally met you. Summer just talks about you ALL the time, and it's a nice to have a face to go with the name. OR one face for two names?"
Charlie took her hand and kissed it. "Summer, you never told me you had such beautiful friends." He said accusingly.
"You guys, cut the bullshit. We're not at some fancy elite party, we're at a ROCK concert, for God's sake. What a pleasure to meet you! Wow, I didn't know you had such beautiful friends! So stupid." Summer mocked.
Charlie laughed and slung an arm around Summer and gave her a big sloppy kiss on the cheek. "That's my Summer, always the blunt one."
"That's OUR Summer." Rory corrected mischievously. Charlie arched a brow.
"So now we're a threesome? Sounds kinky." He leered at Rory.
"Ew...Charlie! Gross!" Summer said, hitting him on the arm. "See, this is why I don't all you to meet my friends, because God knows what you'll say to them!"
"That's not the only reason!" Rory sing songs. Summer shot her a look.
"Really, what's the other reason?" Charlie said, his interest piqued.
"Nothing, I didn't want you to meet any of my friends, because you're so unbelievably handsome and I wanted to keep you all to myself!" Summer joked, avoiding Rory's eyes, knowing there was laughter in them.
"Huh. Well, I gotta go load stuff into the van, are you ladies going to go?" Charlie asked.
"Yeah, I'm beat. I'm getting too old for this. Call me tomorrow, okay?" Summer yawned, and Rory clutched her arm.
They started walking away from Charlie. " Okay, that was too weird, Summer. He was EXACTLY like Tristan, right down to the way he talked and that smirk!" Rory said.
"Rory, please. Can you drop it? He doesn't remind me anything of Tristan. They're two completely different people, okay?"
"Okay, whatever you say...." Rory yawned also. "I'm so tired. Oh God! I have that coffee date with Tristan tomorrow. Crap, I completely forgot about it. I'm going to be so tired tomorrow."
"When is it?" Summer said, while searching for the car.
"We're planning to meet at Kelly's at six o' clock." Rory replied. "Ooh, there it is!"
"Where?"
"Over by that white convertible....do you see it?"
"Yeah, thank God for your eyesight, I'm as blind as a bat!" Summer unlocked the car and got in.
"If you ever wore your glasses, maybe you wouldn't be so blind." Rory said condescendingly as she buckled her seatbelt.
Summer shuddered. "But I look so, nerdy, with glasses, you know that!"
"So buy new glasses." Rory suggested.
"Okay, I don't wanna talk about this either. It's boring me, I'm about to fall asleep at the wheel."
"Fine, what do you suggest we talk about?" Rory snapped irritably. Summer glared at her.
"Look, we're both obviously tired and moody, why don't we just not talk at all?"
"Fine." Rory answered, looking out her window. Neither girl talked the rest of the way to their respective homes.
***
The next day, around four ish,
"Summer! I don't know what to wear!" Rory complained on the phone to Summer. "Everything I pick out is either too slutty, or too conservative!"
"Okay. You know that cute green long sleeved top? Don't wear that. I know you were thinking about it, because I know how you think. Wear that adorable red tank top, with those pants, you know, the ones with the funky black and white design on them? For shoes, wear your black chunky heels...no wait, the skinny heels would look better....no, your platform Sketcher Sandals!" Summer instructed.
Rory looked dubious. "I don't know if the sandals match."
Trust me, they do. I wore them once with your outfit, remember? That's when I spilled pie on the tank top and had to buy you a new one?"
"Oh yeah....spaz!" Rory laughed. "Okay, thanks for your help....hey, should I wear Tenderheart tonight?"
"Sure what the hell. It's a more soft look then your other lipsticks, so it'll look okay on you. Call me when you get home, I want details!"
"Okay, but it's not going to be anything exciting, it's just coffee."
"Sure it is. You're going to get lucky tonight! Hey, you teased me about Charlie, so I'm just returning the favor. Payback's a bitch, ain't it?"
"I hate you. Bye, talk to you later!" Rory hung up the phone and looked at her outfit. Summer had been right, she had been thinking of the green shirt. But the red looked so much better on her.
Rory glanced at the time. Only four thirty. These are the times she hated most, when she was all alone and she had nobody to talk to. Her apartment was so big and impersonal, she hated being there most of the time. That's why she kept herself busy. Oh well, Rory thought idly as she flipped through a magazine, I'll just try not to think about it.
***
Meanwhile, at Tristan's apartment,
Tristan looked at himself in the mirror. Casual suit, messy hair, and the DuGrey charm. Perfect. She won't be able to resist me. Not that I we're going on a date.
"What are you doing?" Paris asked as she came into the room. She had moved in, despite Tristan's protests, a couple days after he proposed. And made herself very, VERY comfortable, more comfortable than Tristan was.
"Just getting dressed....I have to go meet some of the guys from the office for coffee to discuss that big merger with Dunbridge."
"On a Saturday night?" Paris said incredulously. She had been looking forward to just staying in tonight and doing something together.
"Yeah, we've really got to get a lot of stuff done, we're meeting with them on Monday." Tristan lied. People may have thought he was stupid at times, but he wasn't stupid enough to tell Paris what he was really doing tonight. Even if it was just with an old friend, Paris wouldn't think so.
"But I thought you guys weren't meeting with Dunbridge until later this month." Paris said confused. She listened when Tristan talked, whether it was to her or not, and the result was that Tristan found it was impossible to lie to her, she always knew the truth.
"Yeah, but then we decided that we wanted to get it done and over with sooner, so we could move onto the next account, with Cooley." Tristan ran a hand through his hair, mussing it up.
"Oh." Paris sat down on the bed. "Well, do you have time for your future wife?" she said, trying to sound smoldering hot, but instead coming off irritable.
"No I have to be there," Tristan checked his watch, "Right now, actually. I gotta go." He bent down and gave Paris a peck on the cheek. "Love you, I'll be home as soon as I can. Bye."
He left quickly, happy to get away from that house. He hated being there when Paris was there. She was so needy, she always wanted to have sex. Tristan complied most of the time, but it wasn't necessarily by choice. This whole soon to be marriage was a total joke to him, and he had a better understanding of his parents now.
He understood why his dad cheated and drank and was always away on business trips, while his mom was off sleeping with whomever was closest to her at the time. He understood why his parents stayed in their loveless marriage for so long. For money. And when they had finally divorced, they both had gotten away with money. Until his dad screwed up. He had come crawling back to his ex-wife, saying that he loved her and wanted to marry her again. But she had refused, she had heard what happened. Or one version of it anyway. And she was in her element anyway, happily married to a guy who showered her with presents and trips to France. What he didn't understand was why people married for love. What was the point of that? Poor Tristan had never been in love, the closest he had ever come to it was Rory, and even then he had screwed that one up.
I'm going to end up just like my father. Tristan realized sadly. The one thing I never wanted to become.
***
"I've got to hand it to you now
You're a hard one to please
When it looks as though you've got all you need
And all the many times I've dreamed
I could walk in your shoes,
What I nightmare it must be
Just being you..."
Authors Note: Well, there's Part 2....next chapter will have their rendezvous in the coffee shop. And some other stuff. And sorry, Lorelai's not really in this fic, to whoever asked. This fic isn't really centered on her, and there is also a reason that I'm going to explain in the next chapter. She might make a small appearance later though, if necessary. I think that this going to be a long fic, the direction I'm heading in. Even if nobody likes it. :) Don't forget to review!!!