Title: All For the Best 4 / ?
Pairing: R/T of course!
Disclaimer: I don't own them sadly enough. If I did.... well lets just say things would get a little bit more interesting between Tristan and Rory.
Rating: PG-13 For language, and for later chapters
Distribution: You want it, you can have it. Just please let me now where you're putting it. I don't know why you'd want it anyway....
Feedback: I don't think it would kill you to send some over my way....
Just a quick note....... I want to thank anyone, and everyone who have been sending feedback over my way. It means a lot that you take just 2 seconds to say how you feel about the story. It's really great to hear from people about my fic. On behalf of all writers, I have to say that if you're one of those readers who just sit back, read the fic, really like it, or have comments to it, but don't send feedback, then step out of the shadows! Authors would like to hear from you! I also want to say I'm sorry for sending this out a little late. I haven't had time to think up on how to write it, or actually write it! So, here's part 4!!! Remeber, if you send feedback, I'll keep writing! I thrive on feedback!
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Over the past week, things had seemed a bit distant between Lorelai and Rory. For the most part, Rory was not talking to Lorelai because of her accusation that Rory had feelings for Tristan. Not "friend" feelings either. Not only that, but Rory had to sort her feelings about whether Lorelai just might be right. If Dean's accusation still stood, bold and true, that Tristan had a thing for her, it would only make sense when she admitted that she had a thing for him. Once she heard from her Grandmother that Tristan was back, she could of swore her heart stopped. It was a thing like that, to prove her mother's query was correct. She indeed had a thing for Tristan DuGrey. She convinced everyone else, without even knowing it. Now if only she could convince herself.
Except that those things, everything else in Rory Gilmore's life had been going well. Rory and Jess had formed a friendship, yet still a rocky one. Somehow, Rory felt an attraction to him, but not as strong as she has on a certain someone. She still hadn't seen Dean after the break-up. Rumor was, that after his and Rory's relationship went down the drain, he couldn't stand the pain any longer. So he moved away with his family to Texas. 'God, I hope I didn't make him move all the way to Texas. He's probably just avoiding me. Everything will go well if I just do the same.' Rory thought.
Stars Hollow was ordinary as well. With an exception to a few minor pranks, (due to Jess, of course) Stars Hollow was just its friendly, warm, and gossipy place. The summer was coming to an end, and September was coming near. Rory was actually anticipating Chilton, but at the same time, dreading it. Something told her that she should tell Tristan how she felt, and that she was sorry for how she said, "I hate you". He had a right to know. But she had never had an easy time saying how she felt, so she couldn't. Rory wanted to, but it was hereditary. It was in the Gilmore girls blood to keep her feelings to herself. Although she didn't know about her grandmother.
"C'mon Rory, let's go to Luke's, I'm in dire need of some coffee!" Lorelai bounced on Rory's bed next to her.
"Mom, I think it's time you get cooking lessons. I don't think eating burgers everyday is really all that healthy. And besides, we have a coffee maker." Rory stated
Lorelai gasped melodramatically. "Are you okay? Are you sick? Are you even my daughter? Anyway, walking to Luke's everyday should be enough exercize to make it healthy enough to eat there."
Shaking her head dissapointedly, Rory gave in. "Fine, fine, we'll keep our routine."
Lorelai grinned gleefully. "I knew you'd see it my way. You have now earned back the right to be my daughter."
"Thanks" Rory replied dryly.
The pair stepped into Luke's and took their routine booth. "Luke! Coffee, now!"
Luke walked over and contridicted. "You know, studies now show that women who drink at least 3 cups of decaf coffee a day are more suseptable to atain artiritis that women you don't drink those 3 cups a day."
"Well I'm sorry Dr. Luke, but that doesn't apply to me and Rory because we don't drink decaf coffee. We find it one of the foulest substances on Earth." Luke just stared at her for a second then grumbled something that was very unclear and poured the coffee into Lorelai and Rory's cups.
"Looks like everyone's giving in to me today." Lorelai was smiling
Luke looked puzzled, "What?" he paused, "Nevermind"
"Good, go away. You supplied our demands, so go away." Rory laughed after Lorelai said this."So daughter of mine, how did you like our Chilton/Hell-free summer? I thought it went quite well. Except after every summer, there comes school again. In your case, it's not just school, but Chilon. Much. Worse...."
"Is this your way of telling me you want to go school shopping?" Rory asked, knowing the answer. Lorelai smiled, and shook her head in agreement. "Are you not going to question me on what color legal pads I get?"
Lorelai's face fell. "Fine" she sighed.
"Good, then we can go" Rory stated, as they headed out the door to Doose's Market.
They both just stood outside the door. "Are we going in, or are we playing the spy game?" Lorelai whispered.
"Yeah, we'll go in, but he might be in there."
"Oh." Lorelai nodded knowingly, "but he might not be in there."
"Yeah, I guess you're right, and plus, it doesn't really matter. I'm over him. If he couldn't even trust me, then he doesn't deserve me. So I'm over him." Rory said satisfied.
The two walked in and saw no sign of Dean, so they started browsing the office supplies isle. "Hey Rory, how about you get green legal pads this time?"
Rory just rolled her eyes.
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It was a cool day for the first day of September, and Rory was in her Chilton uniform, the breeze finging her loose hair about. Rory walked into the the Chilton halls, filled with loud Chiltonites who were catching up with each others lives. She sighed and walked to her locker. She already knew what number locker she had, and what classes she had this year. All Chilton students got a letter in the mail telling them their information. She took the letter out of her backback and looked at it, just to double- check. "Locker #375." she stated as she walked over to her locker. As she was approaching it, she spotted Tristan at #374, placing his belonging inside. She groaned, forgetting all "loving" feelings she had towards him. . "Please tell me that this is not your locker."
Tristan heard her voice and looked at her, as a smirk played its way on his face. "What, not happy to see me Mary?" he said seeming to have forgotten about Rory saying that she hated him.
"Couldn't be happier." She tried to open the locker, but it was stuck. "Why do all my lockers have to be suck?" she mumbled while pulling on the locker.
"Want me to try?" Tristan asked, but not in his ever-so-cocky tone.
Rory stared at him doubtedly, but then motioned for him to go ahead. "Be my guest."
Tristan walked over to the locker, and pulled. It was stuck. He let go for a second, and then tried again. "It's stuck." he stated.
"Wow, I didn't know that. I thouight it just wouldn't open for entertainment purposes." she said sarcastically.
Tristan rolled his eyes. "Let me try this then." he hit the locker with his fist, a trick that he had learned from reading stories, but it was still stuck. He just stared at it. Then, he took the locker handle, and pulled with all his might, using his sculpted arm muscles in the process. He got it open all right. The locker flung open, knocking Tristan into Rory, sending Rory down to the ground. Just as she was about to hit the hard,cold tiles, Tristan caught her.
It was Rory's turn to send over a lewd comment. "Just can't keep you're hands off me, can you, Tristan?"
The tables had just been turned, and Tristan didn't look too pleased. He pulled her up from her postion in his arms, and she walked back over to her locker. Then, his lips formed a smile. "Oh yeah, I just want you in my arms day and night, kissing me passionately on my private beach. Oh the possibilities."
Rory just send a glare over his way.
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Did you guys like this chapter? Please, I'm begging you, send me feedback! I also need comments on how to make the story better, or on where to take the storyline. I again, hoped you like this chapter!
Pairing: R/T of course!
Disclaimer: I don't own them sadly enough. If I did.... well lets just say things would get a little bit more interesting between Tristan and Rory.
Rating: PG-13 For language, and for later chapters
Distribution: You want it, you can have it. Just please let me now where you're putting it. I don't know why you'd want it anyway....
Feedback: I don't think it would kill you to send some over my way....
Just a quick note....... I want to thank anyone, and everyone who have been sending feedback over my way. It means a lot that you take just 2 seconds to say how you feel about the story. It's really great to hear from people about my fic. On behalf of all writers, I have to say that if you're one of those readers who just sit back, read the fic, really like it, or have comments to it, but don't send feedback, then step out of the shadows! Authors would like to hear from you! I also want to say I'm sorry for sending this out a little late. I haven't had time to think up on how to write it, or actually write it! So, here's part 4!!! Remeber, if you send feedback, I'll keep writing! I thrive on feedback!
______________________________________________________________________
Over the past week, things had seemed a bit distant between Lorelai and Rory. For the most part, Rory was not talking to Lorelai because of her accusation that Rory had feelings for Tristan. Not "friend" feelings either. Not only that, but Rory had to sort her feelings about whether Lorelai just might be right. If Dean's accusation still stood, bold and true, that Tristan had a thing for her, it would only make sense when she admitted that she had a thing for him. Once she heard from her Grandmother that Tristan was back, she could of swore her heart stopped. It was a thing like that, to prove her mother's query was correct. She indeed had a thing for Tristan DuGrey. She convinced everyone else, without even knowing it. Now if only she could convince herself.
Except that those things, everything else in Rory Gilmore's life had been going well. Rory and Jess had formed a friendship, yet still a rocky one. Somehow, Rory felt an attraction to him, but not as strong as she has on a certain someone. She still hadn't seen Dean after the break-up. Rumor was, that after his and Rory's relationship went down the drain, he couldn't stand the pain any longer. So he moved away with his family to Texas. 'God, I hope I didn't make him move all the way to Texas. He's probably just avoiding me. Everything will go well if I just do the same.' Rory thought.
Stars Hollow was ordinary as well. With an exception to a few minor pranks, (due to Jess, of course) Stars Hollow was just its friendly, warm, and gossipy place. The summer was coming to an end, and September was coming near. Rory was actually anticipating Chilton, but at the same time, dreading it. Something told her that she should tell Tristan how she felt, and that she was sorry for how she said, "I hate you". He had a right to know. But she had never had an easy time saying how she felt, so she couldn't. Rory wanted to, but it was hereditary. It was in the Gilmore girls blood to keep her feelings to herself. Although she didn't know about her grandmother.
"C'mon Rory, let's go to Luke's, I'm in dire need of some coffee!" Lorelai bounced on Rory's bed next to her.
"Mom, I think it's time you get cooking lessons. I don't think eating burgers everyday is really all that healthy. And besides, we have a coffee maker." Rory stated
Lorelai gasped melodramatically. "Are you okay? Are you sick? Are you even my daughter? Anyway, walking to Luke's everyday should be enough exercize to make it healthy enough to eat there."
Shaking her head dissapointedly, Rory gave in. "Fine, fine, we'll keep our routine."
Lorelai grinned gleefully. "I knew you'd see it my way. You have now earned back the right to be my daughter."
"Thanks" Rory replied dryly.
The pair stepped into Luke's and took their routine booth. "Luke! Coffee, now!"
Luke walked over and contridicted. "You know, studies now show that women who drink at least 3 cups of decaf coffee a day are more suseptable to atain artiritis that women you don't drink those 3 cups a day."
"Well I'm sorry Dr. Luke, but that doesn't apply to me and Rory because we don't drink decaf coffee. We find it one of the foulest substances on Earth." Luke just stared at her for a second then grumbled something that was very unclear and poured the coffee into Lorelai and Rory's cups.
"Looks like everyone's giving in to me today." Lorelai was smiling
Luke looked puzzled, "What?" he paused, "Nevermind"
"Good, go away. You supplied our demands, so go away." Rory laughed after Lorelai said this."So daughter of mine, how did you like our Chilton/Hell-free summer? I thought it went quite well. Except after every summer, there comes school again. In your case, it's not just school, but Chilon. Much. Worse...."
"Is this your way of telling me you want to go school shopping?" Rory asked, knowing the answer. Lorelai smiled, and shook her head in agreement. "Are you not going to question me on what color legal pads I get?"
Lorelai's face fell. "Fine" she sighed.
"Good, then we can go" Rory stated, as they headed out the door to Doose's Market.
They both just stood outside the door. "Are we going in, or are we playing the spy game?" Lorelai whispered.
"Yeah, we'll go in, but he might be in there."
"Oh." Lorelai nodded knowingly, "but he might not be in there."
"Yeah, I guess you're right, and plus, it doesn't really matter. I'm over him. If he couldn't even trust me, then he doesn't deserve me. So I'm over him." Rory said satisfied.
The two walked in and saw no sign of Dean, so they started browsing the office supplies isle. "Hey Rory, how about you get green legal pads this time?"
Rory just rolled her eyes.
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It was a cool day for the first day of September, and Rory was in her Chilton uniform, the breeze finging her loose hair about. Rory walked into the the Chilton halls, filled with loud Chiltonites who were catching up with each others lives. She sighed and walked to her locker. She already knew what number locker she had, and what classes she had this year. All Chilton students got a letter in the mail telling them their information. She took the letter out of her backback and looked at it, just to double- check. "Locker #375." she stated as she walked over to her locker. As she was approaching it, she spotted Tristan at #374, placing his belonging inside. She groaned, forgetting all "loving" feelings she had towards him. . "Please tell me that this is not your locker."
Tristan heard her voice and looked at her, as a smirk played its way on his face. "What, not happy to see me Mary?" he said seeming to have forgotten about Rory saying that she hated him.
"Couldn't be happier." She tried to open the locker, but it was stuck. "Why do all my lockers have to be suck?" she mumbled while pulling on the locker.
"Want me to try?" Tristan asked, but not in his ever-so-cocky tone.
Rory stared at him doubtedly, but then motioned for him to go ahead. "Be my guest."
Tristan walked over to the locker, and pulled. It was stuck. He let go for a second, and then tried again. "It's stuck." he stated.
"Wow, I didn't know that. I thouight it just wouldn't open for entertainment purposes." she said sarcastically.
Tristan rolled his eyes. "Let me try this then." he hit the locker with his fist, a trick that he had learned from reading stories, but it was still stuck. He just stared at it. Then, he took the locker handle, and pulled with all his might, using his sculpted arm muscles in the process. He got it open all right. The locker flung open, knocking Tristan into Rory, sending Rory down to the ground. Just as she was about to hit the hard,cold tiles, Tristan caught her.
It was Rory's turn to send over a lewd comment. "Just can't keep you're hands off me, can you, Tristan?"
The tables had just been turned, and Tristan didn't look too pleased. He pulled her up from her postion in his arms, and she walked back over to her locker. Then, his lips formed a smile. "Oh yeah, I just want you in my arms day and night, kissing me passionately on my private beach. Oh the possibilities."
Rory just send a glare over his way.
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Did you guys like this chapter? Please, I'm begging you, send me feedback! I also need comments on how to make the story better, or on where to take the storyline. I again, hoped you like this chapter!