A/N: oooooookkkkkkkkk….. so now it's done. You guys should be less confuse now….

N/way, someone asked what were Rory and Dean to each others…. Well if you had read chapter 1 and 3, you should know.

So enough babbling, let's get on with it.

Disclaimer: I ONLY own the story but its characters… And the names you've never heard of before on this show, they're my friends! (except for the guys.)

That Summer

5. Variety Is Good

"So, I haven't seen you in a while."

"I know."

"I gave you my number."

"I know."

"You haven't called."

"I know."

"This is quite a conversation." Rory exclaimed herself, exasperated.

"I know."

"Tristan!"

"Rory!" he replied, mimicking her.

Lightly smacking his arm, she tried taking an annoyed look but failed when the corners slowly turned up.

"You're impossible."

"Impossible to forget."

"Impossible to live with."

"Out. Impossible to live without."

He was more than pleased to see her smile and felt happy that she was maybe actually enjoying talking… or bantering with him. Then again, he remembered that Bag Boy was here and that didn't really please him. In fact, it didn't at all.

But at the moment, he was content on being able to talk to Rory alone and he wanted to take advantage of it and cast the idea of her boyfriend prowling around.

The "social gathering" was now at full blast and people were dancing to the up-tempo music. Lane and Henry were in their own world, Dean was nowhere to be seen and Paris was talking to different persons until she came up to Tristan and Rory, giving them a I-know-something-that-you-don't-know-although-it's-about-you-two smile. That only confused them and she shrugged lightly.

"So what do you think so far?"

"Not bad at all, miss Gellar. I Didn't know you had such a wild side, Paris. Sneaking behind your parents' back while they're a continent away?"

"I told them it was social gathering. And it is. Am I lying?" she replied placidly.

"My pinkie tells me that miss Congeniality is trying to impress a certain someone." mischievously added Rory.

"Oh, you flatter me Paris."

"Shove it Dugrey, she got over you a long time ago."

Paris's smile widened until her brunette friend pointed to a corner of the room. Her gazed followed the finger's direction, landing on a certain dark-haired boy with a rebel-with-a-cause look who waved at them. She glared at Rory before turning around and walked towards him.

Paris had barely left that Madeleine joined them.

"I like your skirt."

"Thanks. My mom did it."

"Lucky. I wish my mom had as much talents than yours. Mine can barely toast a piece of bread."

'That's too bad… Your skirt's cute though."

"Scrap that. Last time she tried, she almost burned the whole kitchen. The cook won't even let her get near the refrigerator anymore. Oh really? Thanks, I picked it out myself."

"Just being honest." Rory answered, amused by Madeleine's ability to follow her own conversation yet still respond to a comment without from another person at the same time.

Maddy (*I know, I'm being lazy.*) opened her mouth again but a blonde girl interrupted them.

"Hello Rory. Tristan." greeted Louise. He nod and the girl turned to the person beside him.

"Rory, Rory, I'm surprise, don't you have any sense of observation at all? Sweetheart, you should pay more attention to what's happening around you. There's- hey, nice skirt. Where did you get it?"

"Her mom made it. She's good, isn't she?" responded the other brunette.

"I'll say."

"Um… ok, there's what, Louise?"

"Oh, right. You see that guy in the corner?"

"Unless I really need glasses, there's three guys standing there."

"The cutest one."

"The cutest one?" Rory was getting frustrated.

"Ooooh, I know. The blond one with the amazing bod." Excitedly answered Maddy.

"Exactly, the one with the black t-shirt." Louise nod.

"What about him?" Rory asked, more and more confused.

"He's totally checking you out!" squealed the other dark-haired girl.

"Brilliant observation Watson." Agreed her accomplice.

"Why thank you Sherlock."

"Wait a second." interjected the third girl. "How do you know for sure? Maybe he's checking one of you out."

"He has been staring in this direction for the last ten minutes. We've been here for only a few." The blonde calmly explained.

"Well, maybe he's gay?" Madeleine giggled at Rory's comment and Tristan, who had been forgotten for a while, couldn't help snorting.

"Unless he's gay and looking at pretty boy here," she shook her head at Tristan who squirmed (yes, squirmed), "which I highly doubt, I think he just me interested in you."

"He's hot." stated Madeleine.

"Mad, honey, you have to stop drooling so blatantly, it's so unattractive. Which reminds me, I need to reapply my lip gloss."

"Isn't he one of Paris' cousins?" asked Rory.
"So? He isn't yours… and he is hot. Plus he wants you." Replied the other brunette.

"He wants me or he wants me in bed?"

"Rory!" Louise rolled her eyes.

 "Hey, what about me here?" piped Tristan.

"Romeo, dear, you're really cute and all, but variety adds spice to life." The blonde girl answered coolly.

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Alright, that's it for now. It'll be a while before a post anything more I think. Exams are coming soon and I'll be graduating from high school in a few weeks so I'll be pretty busy. So the more reviews I get, the faster I'll write something!

"Who Wants To Be Ordinary In This Crazy Messed-Up world?" –Michelle Branch (The Spirit Room, 'You've Got Me')

Peace!

~ViNguyen

mid-May 2002