Author's Note: Thank you all SO much for the reviews! Seriously, it makes
me so happy that you liked the beginning that much. Alright, well I'm
feeling reeeeeeeeally guilty about demanding reviews before I would post
this, but it was necessary! But it worked! I'm really sorry if I sound
like an ego-maniac, really I am… I'm going to ask for 12 reviews before I
post the next chapter. Thanks guys!
ANYWAYS… haha… this chapter is for all you Trories out there. It has what I'd like to think is some very good Rory and Tristan interaction. The next part will be for all of you loyal java junkies (I definitely include myself in that category~ L/L FOREVER! hehe).
Oh, eventually, I think Margaret (tvrox) will join me in writing this fic, but, for now, it's all me. I'll let you know if/when she starts writing too.
Disclaimer: Fine, fine… I'll admit I don't own the show or anything like that… Darn it!
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I was talking to my grandparents when I saw my mother run over to Luke and practically knock him off his feet.
Grandma's eyes followed mine and she sighed in utter disgust. I had to try not to laugh. I thought what my mom did was sweet.
"Are they dating yet?" My grandma's question surprised, though it really shouldn't have.
"Uh… no, Grandma. They're just really close friends." I wasn't sure how I was supposed to answer her question.
Thankfully, my grandpa saved the day. "Ah… Mr. Dugray. How lovely to see you."
I whirled around came face to face with Tristan. I threw my arms around him, squealing "Tristan!"
Tristan hugged me tightly. "I missed you, Mary," he whispered into my ear. His voice sent shivers through me.
When we pulled apart, he kept his left arm wrapped securely around me and shook my grandfather's hand. "As always, it's a pleasure to see you, Mr. Gilmore."
"How's your grandfather?" Grandpa inquired.
"He's doing well, sir." Tristan was being a perfect gentleman.
"Good, good." Grandpa nodded, pleased.
Tristan looked at me and said to my grandparents, "Would you mind terribly if I were to pull your granddaughter away from you for a little while?"
I looked at him, rather surprised at his request.
"Not at all, Tristan. We've already spent some time together." Once again, Grandma surprised me.
"Enjoy yourselves." Grandpa added. I tried to hide my shock, hugged both my grandparents, and followed Tristan to an empty corner.
"You are brave," I informed Tristan.
"Well, I missed you." Tristan almost looked shy and innocent for a minute.
"That's so sweet. I missed you too." I smiled.
Tristan's face lit up. "Really?!"
I had to laugh. "Of course!"
I studied his face. He looked so damn cute standing there, overjoyed just because I told him that I had missed him. Was I falling for Tristan? No, that was impossible. Tristan was one of my best friends.
"What? Is there something in my teeth?" Tristan got nervous and I stopped staring.
I looked into his eyes and smiled brightly. "No, no… nothing like that… I was just thinking."
"About what?" Tristan asked curiously.
"Nothing!" I said defensively.
Tristan smirked. "You were thinking about me."
"I was not!" I blushed.
"You were too!"
"Was not!"
"Were too! You even just blushed." The smirk got worse.
"Ah! Stop the smirking! Your enormous ego is taking up the whole room and sucking all the air from it!" I pretended to be suffocating.
Tristan just laughed and put his arm around me. We walked towards where Mom and Luke were talking (poor Luke was carrying all of or gigantic suitcases).
"Were too!" Tristan tried to catch me off guard.
"Was not!" He hadn't succeeded.
"Were too!"
"Was not!"
"Were too. You can deny it all you want, but you were."
I paused and thought. "What are we fighting about anyways?" I asked.
"No clue." Tristan answered.
"Hmmm… that seems to be a common trend." I said, my voice dripping with sarcasm.
Tristan just rolled his eyes. He knew more was coming.
"I mean, you're quote for the yearbook should have been 'I haven't got a clue.' That actually suits you. OR, better yet, just 'Clueless.'" I continued. Tristan just stared at me and waited for me to finish.
"Hmmm… besides the reference to the highly annoying movie and television show, I like it." My mom added because by now we had reached her and Luke.
"I take such abuse from you two." Tristan whined.
"Oh, don't even think about complaining, kid. This is nothing compared to what I put up with," Luke added to the conversation gruffly.
Mom and I looked at each other. "Yeah, sorry Mr. Clueless, but Luke has a point. You should see Mom in the morning before she's had coffee. It's brutal." Luke and I both shivered at the thought.
"Yeah, well…" Mom tried to defend herself, but ended up stalking off in frustration.
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A/N: SO, did you like it? PLEASE review… Thanks guys!
ANYWAYS… haha… this chapter is for all you Trories out there. It has what I'd like to think is some very good Rory and Tristan interaction. The next part will be for all of you loyal java junkies (I definitely include myself in that category~ L/L FOREVER! hehe).
Oh, eventually, I think Margaret (tvrox) will join me in writing this fic, but, for now, it's all me. I'll let you know if/when she starts writing too.
Disclaimer: Fine, fine… I'll admit I don't own the show or anything like that… Darn it!
~*~
I was talking to my grandparents when I saw my mother run over to Luke and practically knock him off his feet.
Grandma's eyes followed mine and she sighed in utter disgust. I had to try not to laugh. I thought what my mom did was sweet.
"Are they dating yet?" My grandma's question surprised, though it really shouldn't have.
"Uh… no, Grandma. They're just really close friends." I wasn't sure how I was supposed to answer her question.
Thankfully, my grandpa saved the day. "Ah… Mr. Dugray. How lovely to see you."
I whirled around came face to face with Tristan. I threw my arms around him, squealing "Tristan!"
Tristan hugged me tightly. "I missed you, Mary," he whispered into my ear. His voice sent shivers through me.
When we pulled apart, he kept his left arm wrapped securely around me and shook my grandfather's hand. "As always, it's a pleasure to see you, Mr. Gilmore."
"How's your grandfather?" Grandpa inquired.
"He's doing well, sir." Tristan was being a perfect gentleman.
"Good, good." Grandpa nodded, pleased.
Tristan looked at me and said to my grandparents, "Would you mind terribly if I were to pull your granddaughter away from you for a little while?"
I looked at him, rather surprised at his request.
"Not at all, Tristan. We've already spent some time together." Once again, Grandma surprised me.
"Enjoy yourselves." Grandpa added. I tried to hide my shock, hugged both my grandparents, and followed Tristan to an empty corner.
"You are brave," I informed Tristan.
"Well, I missed you." Tristan almost looked shy and innocent for a minute.
"That's so sweet. I missed you too." I smiled.
Tristan's face lit up. "Really?!"
I had to laugh. "Of course!"
I studied his face. He looked so damn cute standing there, overjoyed just because I told him that I had missed him. Was I falling for Tristan? No, that was impossible. Tristan was one of my best friends.
"What? Is there something in my teeth?" Tristan got nervous and I stopped staring.
I looked into his eyes and smiled brightly. "No, no… nothing like that… I was just thinking."
"About what?" Tristan asked curiously.
"Nothing!" I said defensively.
Tristan smirked. "You were thinking about me."
"I was not!" I blushed.
"You were too!"
"Was not!"
"Were too! You even just blushed." The smirk got worse.
"Ah! Stop the smirking! Your enormous ego is taking up the whole room and sucking all the air from it!" I pretended to be suffocating.
Tristan just laughed and put his arm around me. We walked towards where Mom and Luke were talking (poor Luke was carrying all of or gigantic suitcases).
"Were too!" Tristan tried to catch me off guard.
"Was not!" He hadn't succeeded.
"Were too!"
"Was not!"
"Were too. You can deny it all you want, but you were."
I paused and thought. "What are we fighting about anyways?" I asked.
"No clue." Tristan answered.
"Hmmm… that seems to be a common trend." I said, my voice dripping with sarcasm.
Tristan just rolled his eyes. He knew more was coming.
"I mean, you're quote for the yearbook should have been 'I haven't got a clue.' That actually suits you. OR, better yet, just 'Clueless.'" I continued. Tristan just stared at me and waited for me to finish.
"Hmmm… besides the reference to the highly annoying movie and television show, I like it." My mom added because by now we had reached her and Luke.
"I take such abuse from you two." Tristan whined.
"Oh, don't even think about complaining, kid. This is nothing compared to what I put up with," Luke added to the conversation gruffly.
Mom and I looked at each other. "Yeah, sorry Mr. Clueless, but Luke has a point. You should see Mom in the morning before she's had coffee. It's brutal." Luke and I both shivered at the thought.
"Yeah, well…" Mom tried to defend herself, but ended up stalking off in frustration.
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A/N: SO, did you like it? PLEASE review… Thanks guys!
