Throughout her Calculus class and her second period class, American History, Rory was smiling. Everyone noticed that Rory was smiling, a little soft smile on her face. They all figured that it was probably something Tristan did that made her smile like that. Chilton noticed how happy Tristan made her feel and how happy Rory made Tristan. They couldn't actually believe that the King of Chilton, Tristan Dugray would fall for someone like Rory. But when they got to know Rory, they understood why Tristan fell in love with her.
*I can't believe that I found the perfect idea! I wonder how I will get it for him though. Of course, if I can't find it, I'll ask Luke to help me make it! I hope he likes it. What happens if he doesn't? I mean, Tristan can have anything he wants. Why would he want something I made, or something cheap? Why do I have to have a boyfriend like Tristan?* Rory doubted herself.
The bell rang loudly and Rory returned to reality. It was time for lunch.
Rory was at her locker to put away her previous books and grabbed the well-worn leather bound book, Jane Eyre and some money to buy her lunch. She looked around for Tristan who was no where to be seen.
*Hmm, maybe he needed to talk to a teacher about something. I'll wait for him in the Cafe. He'll know where to find me.*
Rory had bought her food from the school cafeteria and set down her tray at the back where the windows where it was shining through with warm sunlight. She gingerly sat down and opened her book where she had last left off. She aimlessly searched for her coffee and took a sip and sat the cup down once again.
Tristan had entered the cafe looking for Rory. He wanted to meet her at her locker and spend some more time with her. He couldn't get enough of her. What had disdained him was a group of girls cluttering around him. He tried to ply away from them, but they were impossible. He told them perpetually that he had a girlfriend, Rory Gilmore. They ignored his protest. They still thought that Rory was just his flavor, or a conquest. What they didn't know was that he was in love with her. That scared him. A lot.
His parents had relentlessly told him that he and Rory were getting too serious at a young age. They wanted a Dugray to go for more socially active debutante. What he told them shocked them to the core. He had always been the black sheep of the family, he had always argued with them. He told them;
********Flashback of yesterday********
"Mom, Dad, I know you don't have the best marriage. I know of your affairs, I know that you do want me to have the life you have. But what I have with Rory is different. I truly think I'm in love with her. I know I'm young, and you think I'm naive or whatever. But the truth is, she makes me happy. I see a future with her. Just being with her makes me feel different. So don't try to stop me from seeing her. Because I won't do what you ask of me. It'll...kill me." He had walked away. Leaving the ever chatty Dugrays silent.
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Tristan shuddered at the memory of last night's discussion with his parents. He looked around the cafe for Rory. He finally spotted at the back, near the windows reading. He shook his head with a bemused smile. He saw Rory grabbed for a cup, that he assumed to be coffee, and Rory sucking out the last drop of it. She frowned at the empty cup. He saw her looking at the cafe and its long line up. He knew she wanted to go and buy another cup, but the line was too long and she didn't want to waste any reading time. Rory went back to reading with disappointment clearly on her face. He walked to the cafeteria to buy her some coffee. Tristan wryly smiled at the indulgence he does for Rory. When he got there, girls smiled at him flirtatiously and guys giving him high fives. He asked if he could go buy something quickly, and the people made room for him to pass. He went to buy some coffee and added cream just the way she liked it. He purchased it and exited the smoky cafe store. He walked to Rory and stood in front of her.
At the nearness of Tristan, Rory felt a feeling of safety and looked up. There was Tristan with a smile and a look in his eyes she couldn't describe. "Hey you. Is that for me?" Rory asked desperately.
"I don't know. Do I get something out of it?" Tristan joked
"I'm going out with you, aren't I? I suffer your kisses, your corny lines, girls flaunting over you and I go through dates with you? Isn't that sacrificing enough?" Rory bantered back,
"So you suffer, hm? Well I love to make your life miserable." He placed the coffee down and sat right beside Rory and kissed her irresistible. "So baby, if you were a McDonald's hamburger, you'd be McGorgeous!" He made a corny line up. He continued, "You know, my fan club is a little peeved at you. They think that you stole me away from them."
Rory jabbed, "They can have you... After you give me that lovely coffee." She smiled innocently.
Tristan just leaned down and kissed her, "Nah. See I prefer brunettes, who loves to read, drink coffee and loves junkfood. Oh yeah there is this one girl I met that made my heart jump and hands sweat. She's about your height, has blue eyes sparkling with laughter and hates players. Have you seen her?" Tristan asked conversationally. He had a serious tone in his eyes with joking tone in his voice.
"Hmmm, not that I know of. Should I be jealous?" Rory teased. Rory poked his chest with her index finger, slightly pushing him away without harm.
Tristan lighly caught her jabbing fingers into his large palms and lightly kissed them. With her hands safely tucked in both his hands, Tristan looked down with a satisfied smile on his face. He liked that Rory trusted him. Even with a simple act of letting him touch her hands or kiss made him happy. Just a second in his own mind, his thoughts were consumed of Rory. He looked up and continued with a light tone in his voice, but his eyes betrayed his conviction, he replied, "I think you should. She means quite a lot to me." With that he leaned once more to taste her lips onto his. He loved that feeling of prologue-feeling of her lips sweetly tasting his. He indulged once more by deeping the kiss. The world outside them didn't exist. Only she did.
Rory was losing her head fast in the sweet kisses of Tristan. She soon realized that they were in school, in the cafeteria where there were many Chiltonites. She reluctantly broke off the kiss with her head buried in the crook of his neck where in curved to the shoulders. She breathed deeply and throatily resumed to talk. She murmured to Tristan, "The whole school must be watching us!" She nervously laughed.
Tristan leaned away from Rory and made her look dead into his eyes. He brought their every enclosed hands to his mouth and lightly kissing all the while he kept their eyes locked. He replied, "I don't care. I want the world to know how much I adore you."
Rory's eyes widened at his declaration. She knew that Tristan must have cared for her to be going out with her for this long, but the words uttered out of his lips were a surprise.
Tristan saw the look in Rory's eyes as he said how much he adored her. Truthfully, he knew deep down in his heart, he loved her.
"Hey Ror, our 6 month anniversay is soon. I thought you could reserve this whole Saturday for you and me? What do you say?" Tristan asked. He lowered their hands and he let go one of them. But he took his right hand and interwined with her left. He absentmindedly circled little motions with his thumb on his hand.
Rory grinned. "I don't know. Does it involve coffee?"
Tristan mocked with hurt. He brought his free hand to his heart and played a part of a wounded solider with a sword wound. "You want coffee more than me? My heart bleeds for a fair maiden cares for a brew of beans than this handsome, clever, witty..."
Rory cut him off. "I get the idea Ego-Boy. Well, is there?" She had a seriously glare in her eyes.
Tristan learnt something or two about Rory after a short period of time dating her. Correction. He knew little unconscious actions and behaviour of her even before he went out with her. He always loved to look at her. She fasinated him. He placed a cocky grin, "Rory, have I ever disappointed you?"
Rory bounced back, "Shall I count the ways?"
"Hey! And I thought that you cared for me, Lorelai Leigh Gilmore!" He widened his eyes in horror. He strayed away from his conversation when he noticed the time, "We got to get moving, Ror. Class going to start and we..." indicating their hands and mess around them, "...have to start busting it out of here." He stood up from the chair, grabbing her disarrayed tray and pulling Rory up with him. They walked out of the cafe together. He stopped and placed the tray on top of the waste box to momentarily to finish off Rory's quater leftover bologna sandwich. He dumped the wrappers into the can, while he placed the tray on top of the garbage bin. Louise, Paris, Madeline watched Tristan release Rory's hand only to place his hand on her waist, pulling her closer to him. He turned his head and placed a kiss on the crown of her head. He grinned into her hair and they kept on walking. They saw the two perfect couple exiting the crowded lunch area still in their own world.
Sorry this took so long. Been really busy. My writing skills aren't the best, so please leave NICE R/R, once again! Thanks. I hope you guys like the story, if not, um...lets not talk about that. =)
