CHAPTER 3: ALLTHINGS ARE NOT AS THEY SEEM….
DISCLAIMER: Yes, yes, y'all know I don't own 'em. Do we need to go through this all the time?
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This chapter is weird. I don't want to give anything away though. Let's just say, if you were expecting a soppy, typical trory fic you were wrong. It might go in that direction later, but not right now. Sorry to all the Java junkies! I promise some L/L action in the next chapter. Thanks for all the reviews!! Please keep on reviewing!!
Tristan was leaning on Rory's locker.
"Umm, could you move"
"What's the magic word?"
Rory thought for a second. "NOW"
Tristan grinned. "How I've missed annoying you"
"I haven't missed it"
"I didn't think so"
Tristan moved and Rory opened her locker.
"So…"
Rory glanced at him. "Yeah?"
"About that coffee…"
"What about it?"
"Are you doing anything after school?"
"Well, tomorrow I'm discovering the cure for cancer, and the next day I'm starting my presidential campaign, but im pretty sure I'm free after school today"
Tristan groaned. "Forget all that, you should consider a career in comedy".
"I'll meet you at the front gate when the bell rings"
"Ok"
Tristan watched her walk down the hall.
*This is your chance DuGrey, don't blow it*
Front gate
Rory looked at her watch. "You're late"
"By two minutes!" He held up his hands defensively.
"If you want to be my friend, you need to be on time".
Tristan rolled his eyes. "Come on" He headed off to his car.
Rory struggled to keep up with his long legs.
"What's the rush?"
"What? Oh, sorry" Tristan slowed down.
They had reached Tristan's car. He opened the door for her.
She smiled. "It's good to know chivalry isn't dead".
The car ride to the mall was fairly quiet. Tristan put a CD on. Rory was surprised to find it was PJ Harvey.
"You don't know who PJ Harvey is" she stated.
He winked at her. "I've done my research".
They finally made it to the mall. Tristan took Rory's hand and led her to Starbucks. Rory felt a rush through her body. When they had finally found Starbucks (Thanks to Rory's nose) she took a seat while Tristan got the coffee. He took the seat across her.
"So…"
"Yeah"
"How's Bag Boy?"
"You don't beat around the bush, huh?"
Tristan smirked.
Rory took a deep breath. "We broke up"
"Again?"
"For good this time"
"Do you mind me asking why?"
She hesitated for a second. "We just grew apart. Things got weird"
Tristan nodded seriously. Inwardly he was cheering. "Anything else of interest been happening? Did you and Paris become best friends? Did Madeline say something intelligent?"
Suddenly Rory's phone rang.
"Hello? Oh hey mom"
Tristan could hear Lorelai's voice from where he was sitting.
Rory looked shocked. "A fire?! Mom, are you ok?!"
He could hear Lorelai talking again.
"Mom, how many times have I told you not to attempt to cook?…..Are you sure your ok?……Ok then, I'll be home soon. Bye"
Rory looked sheepish. "Sorry, where were we?"
"Paris and Madeline"
"Right. Well, Paris and I aren't exactly friends, but we can have a civil conversation. Madeline… Madeline…. I don't recall anything intelligent being said." Rory giggled. "She's cool though. The only interesting thing that happened is that I've made a really close friend called Jess. We talk about everything. If it weren't for Jess, the whole year would've majorly sucked. I would've needed therapy"
Tristan smiled. "Let's not go there"
Rory stuck her tongue out at him.
"So, how was boot camp?"
"Hell"
Rory looked surprised. "Worse than Chilton?"
"You have no idea".
Rory looked serious. "I think it was good for you. You've had an easy life, with no problems, but this was a problem. It'll be good for your outlook on life"
Tristan looked offended. "The easiest life? No problems? You don't know problems until you've lived with the DuGreys"
"I didn't mean…"
"No Rory. You live this perfect existence. You think just because people have money and seem confident they aren't as screwed up as you" Tristan rolled on.
"But no, I…"
"Whatever Rory, you go on living your fairytale life. With your perfect mother, and you perfect friends, in your perfect town. You have no idea about problems".
Rory clenched her teeth. "Leave my mother out of this".
"Your right, your mother knows about problems. She had you when she was 16. She's not as naive as you are. No one's as naive as you".
Rory stood up. "How dare you come here and insult me you annoying, egotistical jackass. I'm leaving"
With that, Rory grabbed her coffee and stormed out of Starbucks.
Tristan hit his head against the table. *I thought I told you not to blow it*
"Stupid brain" he muttered. He grabbed his keys and ran after Rory.