Author's Note: Okay, since ya'll liked the last chapter so much I felt like
I owed it to ya to write the second. I've taken on another fic called "The
Princess and the Pauper" that I really hope you take the time to read. It
seemed like a lot of fun to write so I took the challenge. But I promise to
not let it interfere too much with this fic. I'll let homework and having a
real life do that.
Chapter 2
Tristan DuGrey sighed and leaned back against Rory's locker. ~Rory.~ he thought silently. He smiled thinking about what happened just two days ago. She had thrown him the best party he had ever had. It was so warm and full of love. Not at all like the ones his parents had thrown for him when they remembered, and definitely not like the home he returned to yesterday. His parents didn't even know he had spent the night in Stars Hollow. He walked into his home around 2 in the afternoon to see his mother calling out orders for the cleaning crew. Tristan apologized for not calling in his absence and she told him she didn't even know he was gone. She wanted to know where he was but instead brushed her off and asked some of the hired help to assist him in removing all of the gifts he had received from the car. Shaking off the image he focused on the party. He still couldn't believe that Rory would go through so much trouble for him. Closing his eyes he pictured the night. Everything around them was magical as they danced. The song had ended and had gone into another slow song but they didn't break away from their embrace. They laughed and talked and in those few minutes nothing and no one existed but them and the sweet melody that guided their step. Even when Dean glared at them from afar, even when he came up and tried to pull them apart, she was with him. He held her hand tight as she yelled at Dean for trying to ruin things. He rubbed her back as she cried on his shoulder apologizing for Dean's actions. He nearly cried himself as she said looked up and he wiped away her tears. Then he smiled with her as they began to dance again and he laughed with her when they sat down to talk with Lane, Henry, Jess, and Paris. Through all that, she looked beautiful to him, like an angel.
~I love her.~ Tristan's mouth dropped open in shock at the thoughts. ~No! I did not say that! Think it! I…no…DuGrey's do not love anyone, especially Tristan DuGrey. We're friends, at least I hope so. Yeah, we are friends and that's all. Maybe I liked her a little at the end of last year but she made it quite clear that she did not have any feelings for me. Remember DuGrey, there is a reason you don't love. You loved once and got hurt.~ he reminded himself. ~But on the brighter side, you got to kiss Rory right after that. But she ran away crying and that caused even more pain.~ he told himself. ~No, better keep things as friends…then why haven't you dated since that kiss?~ the other voice taunted. ~Because I haven't found anyone worthy of my time~ his thought in a mixture of anger and annoyance at the voice. ~No, I think it's because you are in…~
"Mac!" Tristan was snapped out of his thoughts by his name being called.
"Mary." he said without even opening his eyes.
He only turned to look at her when he felt her standing next to him.
"So ready for another day of hell." Rory muttered dryly.
"It's only hell for you because you refuse to move amongst the socialites. Now I on the other hand am the crowned prince of these here halls," Tristan gestured to the air around him for effect, "so I don't see this as hell."
Rory turned and gave him a skeptical look.
"Okay, so I see parts of this place, like homework, teachers, and ex- girlfriends as hell." he admitted. "But the rest is my kingdom."
"Whatever you say, Mac." she said opening her locker.
He smiled in anticipation. ~Open your locker faster!~ he screamed silently. When the last number was set she clicked her locker open. Her eyes burrowed in confusion as she lifted out a warm, silver thermos and held it out in a questioning manner towards Tristan knowing he had something to do with its placement.
"Look at the top." he said simply.
She brought the thermos closer and nearly screamed in excitement for on top of the container was the famous Starbucks emblem.
"Yay! Thank you, thank you!" she squealed hurriedly opening the thermos and pouring the brown ambrosia into the top.
"I had to buy the thermos to put it in because I wanted it to be a surprise, I knew if I left it in the paper cup you would have smelled it from halfway down the hall." he said beaming at the content smile that graced her face as she finished off the cup and hurriedly poured more.
"So, what did I do to deserve this morning surprise?" she said playfully before taking another sip.
"Think of this as part of a thank you for Saturday." he answered.
"You don't owe me anything." she said dismissively as she held the cup in one hand and used her free hand to get her books.
"Well, then I guess I'll take back the coffee." he said reaching for the thermos that rested on the edge of her locker.
"Back off!" she admonished, slapping his hand away. "I change my mind, you are in my debt forever."
He just laughed as she polished off the last off the coffee and twisted the cup back onto the now empty thermos.
"I know," he said as she zipped up her backpack and lifted it onto her shoulders, "that's why I have another thermos in my locker."
She turned to him wide-eyed. Reading her mind he quickly added, 'For later."
"Fine I'll just get it myself." she said huffily, stomping off in the direction of his locker.
"You don't even know where it is." he smirked.
"Wanna bet?" she said as she ran her hand across the cool metal scanning for the right one.
Finally she stopped with her hand on his locker. It was only a little farther down from hers on the other side of the hall. Tristan gave her a questioning look.
"I stayed here late after school a week ago because I missed my bus and I saw you from around the corner at your locker getting your books. I believe you were just getting out of detention." she said with a taunting grin on her face then turned and began to turn the lock.
Tristan leaned up against the neighboring locker and crossed his arms, a smirk taking over his face. Rory stopped and her grin turned into a frown. She turned and faced him while tapping her fingers against the locker.
"How is it you know my combination and I don't know yours?"
"I pay more attention than you Mary." Rory scoffed at his statement. "At least in some things." he added seeing her reaction.
"If you don't tell me your combo you are so back on my hit list." she challenged.
"Yes, but if you kill me you'll never get the coffee, no one else knows the numbers. See, I was planning on giving it to you at lunch but now I'm thinking since you don't like me anymore I'll just keep it for myself." he said as he moved away from his locker towards their first class.
Rory immediately softened her expression. "I'm sorry, you're my friend again." she said latching onto his arm.
"Off the hit list?" he asked.
"What hit list?" she affirmed. "Coffee now?"
"No. Lunch." he answered.
"It'll get cold." she argued as they walked into the class.
"No it won't. That's the beauty of thermoses." he argued back.
"I need to know your combination, it's not fair that you know mine."
"Okay I'll tell you," her face lit up, "at lunch." she twisted her face into a pout.
"What if I need to get a book from your locker?"
"You didn't put a book in there to get." he reasoned as he sat down. She followed the suite but turned back around to face him.
"What if I need to borrow one of you're books before lunch?"
"Tough." he said pinching her cheek.
"Please tell me." she asked sweetly sticking out her bottom lip.
"And have you sneak it at break? I don't think so."
Rory slumped her shoulders down. "From now until lunch, you are not my friend." she said pointing a finer at him then turning back to the front of the class as the bell rang.
"Whatever Mare." he whispered over her shoulder before leaning back to listen to their history teacher drone on and on until the next bell.
Rory sat alone at her lunch table, ready for thirty minutes of listening to music and reading the book of the week. Tristan held his lunch tray in his hands, scanning the cafeteria for her. Seeing her he walked quickly over to her and cleared his throat. Rory turned around, headphones in hand.
"Coffee?" she asked.
"What? No hello, how's your day been so far?" he asked jokingly.
"Not until I get coffee."
"It's here in my backpack but come on, you're not sitting here today."
"Where am I going to sit?" she asked, putting away her walkman and getting up and following Tristan in the direction he was going.
"Just come on, follow me, we're gonna sit with my friends." Rory stopped in her tracks.
"Nuh uh, I'm not sitting with your little fan club." she said, turning back towards her previous table. Tristan turned back and grabbed her arm, dragging her with him. "
Good, because neither am I."
"Huh?" Rory asked.
"We're sitting with Henry and some of our friends."
"But what about your Tristan fan club, won't your stocks drop." she asked walking without his aid.
"They'll get over it." he said as they passed his usual table. Rory looked back and saw the faces of Tristan's usual groupies contort into confusion at why he didn't sit down with them.
"Hey Hen." Tristan greeted as he set his tray down on the table and took his backpack off his shoulders.
"Hey, Tris, Rory." Henry said back.
"Hey." Rory replied. She sat nervously, other than Tristan and Henry she knew no one else at the table.
Tristan took note of this. "Rory," he said placing his hand on her back and pointing to each person as he said their names, "this is Callie, Jack, Drew, Katie, Lena, and Ben."
Each person waved and said hello as their names were said.
"Nice to meet you." she said politely, relaxing considerably. "How do you guys know each other?"
Callie took over for speaking. "Well, Katie, Tris, Henry, and I all live on the same street a few houses apart. We've known each other since elementary school. We met Drew in sixth grade and Lena and Ben in seventh. Been friends ever since."
As Rory began to talk to Callie Tristan bent down to retrieve the thermos from his backpack. He carefully opened it and poured some of the coffee out and began to take a sip.
"Hey!" Rory said accusingly. She turned when she smelled the brew. "Mine!"
"Hey, share!" he said mocking her.
"I've been waiting for that ever since this morning, thank you very much." she complained taking the cup and thermos from him as he tried to take another sip.
"You're not the only one who likes coffee you know." he argued attempting to take the cup back.
"Your point!"
"My point is that I bought it so I deserve at least SOME of it."
As they argued over the possession of the coffee Callie turned to Jake.
"Oh, they totally belong together." she whispered. Jack nodded in agreement.
Author's Note: Please review! And please check out my other story and tell me what you think!
Chapter 2
Tristan DuGrey sighed and leaned back against Rory's locker. ~Rory.~ he thought silently. He smiled thinking about what happened just two days ago. She had thrown him the best party he had ever had. It was so warm and full of love. Not at all like the ones his parents had thrown for him when they remembered, and definitely not like the home he returned to yesterday. His parents didn't even know he had spent the night in Stars Hollow. He walked into his home around 2 in the afternoon to see his mother calling out orders for the cleaning crew. Tristan apologized for not calling in his absence and she told him she didn't even know he was gone. She wanted to know where he was but instead brushed her off and asked some of the hired help to assist him in removing all of the gifts he had received from the car. Shaking off the image he focused on the party. He still couldn't believe that Rory would go through so much trouble for him. Closing his eyes he pictured the night. Everything around them was magical as they danced. The song had ended and had gone into another slow song but they didn't break away from their embrace. They laughed and talked and in those few minutes nothing and no one existed but them and the sweet melody that guided their step. Even when Dean glared at them from afar, even when he came up and tried to pull them apart, she was with him. He held her hand tight as she yelled at Dean for trying to ruin things. He rubbed her back as she cried on his shoulder apologizing for Dean's actions. He nearly cried himself as she said looked up and he wiped away her tears. Then he smiled with her as they began to dance again and he laughed with her when they sat down to talk with Lane, Henry, Jess, and Paris. Through all that, she looked beautiful to him, like an angel.
~I love her.~ Tristan's mouth dropped open in shock at the thoughts. ~No! I did not say that! Think it! I…no…DuGrey's do not love anyone, especially Tristan DuGrey. We're friends, at least I hope so. Yeah, we are friends and that's all. Maybe I liked her a little at the end of last year but she made it quite clear that she did not have any feelings for me. Remember DuGrey, there is a reason you don't love. You loved once and got hurt.~ he reminded himself. ~But on the brighter side, you got to kiss Rory right after that. But she ran away crying and that caused even more pain.~ he told himself. ~No, better keep things as friends…then why haven't you dated since that kiss?~ the other voice taunted. ~Because I haven't found anyone worthy of my time~ his thought in a mixture of anger and annoyance at the voice. ~No, I think it's because you are in…~
"Mac!" Tristan was snapped out of his thoughts by his name being called.
"Mary." he said without even opening his eyes.
He only turned to look at her when he felt her standing next to him.
"So ready for another day of hell." Rory muttered dryly.
"It's only hell for you because you refuse to move amongst the socialites. Now I on the other hand am the crowned prince of these here halls," Tristan gestured to the air around him for effect, "so I don't see this as hell."
Rory turned and gave him a skeptical look.
"Okay, so I see parts of this place, like homework, teachers, and ex- girlfriends as hell." he admitted. "But the rest is my kingdom."
"Whatever you say, Mac." she said opening her locker.
He smiled in anticipation. ~Open your locker faster!~ he screamed silently. When the last number was set she clicked her locker open. Her eyes burrowed in confusion as she lifted out a warm, silver thermos and held it out in a questioning manner towards Tristan knowing he had something to do with its placement.
"Look at the top." he said simply.
She brought the thermos closer and nearly screamed in excitement for on top of the container was the famous Starbucks emblem.
"Yay! Thank you, thank you!" she squealed hurriedly opening the thermos and pouring the brown ambrosia into the top.
"I had to buy the thermos to put it in because I wanted it to be a surprise, I knew if I left it in the paper cup you would have smelled it from halfway down the hall." he said beaming at the content smile that graced her face as she finished off the cup and hurriedly poured more.
"So, what did I do to deserve this morning surprise?" she said playfully before taking another sip.
"Think of this as part of a thank you for Saturday." he answered.
"You don't owe me anything." she said dismissively as she held the cup in one hand and used her free hand to get her books.
"Well, then I guess I'll take back the coffee." he said reaching for the thermos that rested on the edge of her locker.
"Back off!" she admonished, slapping his hand away. "I change my mind, you are in my debt forever."
He just laughed as she polished off the last off the coffee and twisted the cup back onto the now empty thermos.
"I know," he said as she zipped up her backpack and lifted it onto her shoulders, "that's why I have another thermos in my locker."
She turned to him wide-eyed. Reading her mind he quickly added, 'For later."
"Fine I'll just get it myself." she said huffily, stomping off in the direction of his locker.
"You don't even know where it is." he smirked.
"Wanna bet?" she said as she ran her hand across the cool metal scanning for the right one.
Finally she stopped with her hand on his locker. It was only a little farther down from hers on the other side of the hall. Tristan gave her a questioning look.
"I stayed here late after school a week ago because I missed my bus and I saw you from around the corner at your locker getting your books. I believe you were just getting out of detention." she said with a taunting grin on her face then turned and began to turn the lock.
Tristan leaned up against the neighboring locker and crossed his arms, a smirk taking over his face. Rory stopped and her grin turned into a frown. She turned and faced him while tapping her fingers against the locker.
"How is it you know my combination and I don't know yours?"
"I pay more attention than you Mary." Rory scoffed at his statement. "At least in some things." he added seeing her reaction.
"If you don't tell me your combo you are so back on my hit list." she challenged.
"Yes, but if you kill me you'll never get the coffee, no one else knows the numbers. See, I was planning on giving it to you at lunch but now I'm thinking since you don't like me anymore I'll just keep it for myself." he said as he moved away from his locker towards their first class.
Rory immediately softened her expression. "I'm sorry, you're my friend again." she said latching onto his arm.
"Off the hit list?" he asked.
"What hit list?" she affirmed. "Coffee now?"
"No. Lunch." he answered.
"It'll get cold." she argued as they walked into the class.
"No it won't. That's the beauty of thermoses." he argued back.
"I need to know your combination, it's not fair that you know mine."
"Okay I'll tell you," her face lit up, "at lunch." she twisted her face into a pout.
"What if I need to get a book from your locker?"
"You didn't put a book in there to get." he reasoned as he sat down. She followed the suite but turned back around to face him.
"What if I need to borrow one of you're books before lunch?"
"Tough." he said pinching her cheek.
"Please tell me." she asked sweetly sticking out her bottom lip.
"And have you sneak it at break? I don't think so."
Rory slumped her shoulders down. "From now until lunch, you are not my friend." she said pointing a finer at him then turning back to the front of the class as the bell rang.
"Whatever Mare." he whispered over her shoulder before leaning back to listen to their history teacher drone on and on until the next bell.
Rory sat alone at her lunch table, ready for thirty minutes of listening to music and reading the book of the week. Tristan held his lunch tray in his hands, scanning the cafeteria for her. Seeing her he walked quickly over to her and cleared his throat. Rory turned around, headphones in hand.
"Coffee?" she asked.
"What? No hello, how's your day been so far?" he asked jokingly.
"Not until I get coffee."
"It's here in my backpack but come on, you're not sitting here today."
"Where am I going to sit?" she asked, putting away her walkman and getting up and following Tristan in the direction he was going.
"Just come on, follow me, we're gonna sit with my friends." Rory stopped in her tracks.
"Nuh uh, I'm not sitting with your little fan club." she said, turning back towards her previous table. Tristan turned back and grabbed her arm, dragging her with him. "
Good, because neither am I."
"Huh?" Rory asked.
"We're sitting with Henry and some of our friends."
"But what about your Tristan fan club, won't your stocks drop." she asked walking without his aid.
"They'll get over it." he said as they passed his usual table. Rory looked back and saw the faces of Tristan's usual groupies contort into confusion at why he didn't sit down with them.
"Hey Hen." Tristan greeted as he set his tray down on the table and took his backpack off his shoulders.
"Hey, Tris, Rory." Henry said back.
"Hey." Rory replied. She sat nervously, other than Tristan and Henry she knew no one else at the table.
Tristan took note of this. "Rory," he said placing his hand on her back and pointing to each person as he said their names, "this is Callie, Jack, Drew, Katie, Lena, and Ben."
Each person waved and said hello as their names were said.
"Nice to meet you." she said politely, relaxing considerably. "How do you guys know each other?"
Callie took over for speaking. "Well, Katie, Tris, Henry, and I all live on the same street a few houses apart. We've known each other since elementary school. We met Drew in sixth grade and Lena and Ben in seventh. Been friends ever since."
As Rory began to talk to Callie Tristan bent down to retrieve the thermos from his backpack. He carefully opened it and poured some of the coffee out and began to take a sip.
"Hey!" Rory said accusingly. She turned when she smelled the brew. "Mine!"
"Hey, share!" he said mocking her.
"I've been waiting for that ever since this morning, thank you very much." she complained taking the cup and thermos from him as he tried to take another sip.
"You're not the only one who likes coffee you know." he argued attempting to take the cup back.
"Your point!"
"My point is that I bought it so I deserve at least SOME of it."
As they argued over the possession of the coffee Callie turned to Jake.
"Oh, they totally belong together." she whispered. Jack nodded in agreement.
Author's Note: Please review! And please check out my other story and tell me what you think!
