Thanx for all that encouraging comments...Here is another chapter. I'm very impatient, and want this fic to be over soon, so I will be skipping many years at a time in the future. This chapter is a bit different from the other ones. Oh yeah, it's a little more than PG-13 for the the language and such. This chapter is a lot of monologue from Tristan and some insight of the two characters- Tristan and Rory. Very little dialogue going on. Enjoy!

So that's how our junior went. In perfect bliss. Or so I thought. Rory and I spent our one year anniversary together. I still didn't tell her that I loved her. I was so scared that she couldn't say it and break up with me. I wanted her to be beside me, so I can have that warmth of her caring. Anyone who she cares about or loves are under her wings, and she gives it her all - her love, loyalty and friendship. I wanted that, anything I could have that was radiating from her. I was so in love with Rory that I was near obsessed. I guess it was worse because I didn't know if she loved me or not, or even cared that was close to loving me.

When it was our one year anniversary, Rory didn't want the whole romantic scene. She said that everyday with me was enough. She just wanted to go to Barns and Nobles and look for books. I guess to most people it wasn't romantic, but for us, spending time with each other was enough. After afterwards we went to my house and watched Breakfast At Tiffany's. So here's how our one year anniversary went....

**** Rory was searching for some books and she found A Fine Balance and she was flipping through few pages. She was concentrating deeply to absorb all the rich materials and words that the author was writing about. Tristan, who was right beside her was flipping through A Painted House. All of a sudden, standing between large shelves of books, with no one around, Tristan, without looking out of his book or Rory's expression, he said simply, "I love you, Rory." To others, it might as if he said that phase a million times and he continued to pretend to read. Rory, who was on his left side, was shocked, but happy. She decided to play his cool act. "I love you, too." Both had huge grins on their faces.

She loves me back! Yes! I never thought she would say it to me. How did I get this lucky? My future looks so bright with Rory right beside me. With her, even simple things are such pleasure in life. So this is what life's about. If this is it, I never want it to end. Tristan thought.

Did he just say he loves me. Wow, that came out of nowhere. I can't believe he loves me? I knew he cared, but love? Never! Rory contemplated. But her conscience spoke out, You know he loves you. Deep down in your heart, you can feel it. The ring, his kisses, he never, ever pushed to have sex with you. You know he cares for you a lot...he adores you. I'd say that it's close to love. But did you mean it when you said it? Her conscience teased. It was playing games with her head, Of course! I do love him, he makes me feel so special. Why am I arguing with you?! You're my conscience...maybe I didn't have enough coffee. It has been 30 minutes since my last cup. REFILL!

"I need coffee, Tristan." Rory blurted out.

"Sure. Are you getting that book?" Tristan asked.

"Yeah. I hear it's a great book. Now lets go. It's been like 30 minutes since my last cup of coffee. I'm dehydrating!" Rory said dramatically.

"Wouldn't want you to dehydrate, although humans can last for 11 days without water." He mocked.

"Yeah, yeah, smarty pants. Shut up and let's get coffee." Rory grabbed Tristan and led him towards the cashier to pay for their books. The love they expressed to each other wasn't the cliche atmosphere, or practiced speeches. It was simple, simple as their relationship, and the love for each other. Though love can be complicated, when you had this pure, unadulterated love like Tristan and Rory's, everything seemed simple. That's how you would describe their love. The new excitement of discovering each other's first love was added to their element of their relationship brought glows in their cheeks, sparkles in the eyes, and smiles that went unnoticed. ****

We spent couple hours holding hands and drink coffee. Instead of chatters and laughters, we were both reading our respectable books at Starbucks. I felt as if we were an "old married couple". Truth was, I was happy as hell. We both understood each other so well. We didn't always have to talk, like I had to listen to my previous girlfriends chattering aimlessly. I liked the quiet, strong solitude that Rory offered. She became someone meaningful to me, that my other girlfriends failed to fulfill. Rory became my best friend, girlfriend, confidant, my love and my life. She became my everything. Before when I was with other girls, I always checked out others, flirted with few. With Rory, no other girls seemed to compare, measure or even exist. When I saw other girls, I always ended up saying, "that girl doesn't have the blue eyes as Rory," or "her hair doesn't gleam with hints of red" or "her smile isn't radiant". Rory became a person that stood on my pedestal, who was perfect in every way. I guess the quote, "Beauty is in the eye of the beholder" is true. Well when I was just holding Rory's hand, and reading in solitude, we were interrupted by my best friend, Mike. He's the guy I trust in other than Rory. He wasn't like everyone in Chilton, he was quite different. He had strength in him that was quiet, and he was extremely smart, nice and handsome in parents eyes. He had hair similar to mine, but it was very dark brown with blue eyes. Girls at Chilton loved him almost as much as me. He was athletic, and came from affluent family like mine.

****

"Ahem, is this a private table, or can people join in on this fun?" Mike asked, interrupting both our concentration.

"Hey! Good to see you. How's your winter break so far?" Tristan asked.

"Pretty good, hey Rory" Mike greeted.

"Hi." Rory was just a bit tired that day. She just wanted to read. It wasn't to be rude or anything. But today was hers and Tristan's anniversary. Don't be selfish Rory. Mike's Tristan's best friend. It wouldn't hurt, and you have to admit, Mike must feel abandoned since you are taking up a lot of Tristan's free time.

"So what are you guys doing here?" Mike asked. He knew it was their one year anniversary. Truthfully told, Mike was jealous of Tristan. Mike had his eye on Rory since sophomore year, but it seemed that Tristan had as well. Mike knew that Tristan had true feelings for Rory, the first to get Tristan to fall in love. So he let it go. Although he did like Rory a lot, he wanted Tristan to feel happy. Rory was beautiful, quite exquisite. With intelligent blue eyes, sharp wit as well as her intelligence to match, with reddish-brown hair with rosy cheeks, she was almost like a china doll.

As protocols of social manners, Mike was staring at Rory few seconds longer than necessary. Tristan always sensed that Mike liked someone, but he never mentioned whom. Tristan had prodded more than a year to ask who she was. Then it hit him who it was - it was Rory all this time. What a great guy. He doesn't try to steal Rory away from, and let her be with me, so that I can be with her and be this happy. He must have known. I owe him. If Mike was pursuing Rory same time as me, well I might now be here with her now. Or so in love. Tristan thought. He was a bit jealous, but he also knew what a great person Rory was.

"Hey Mike, real sorry, but Rory and I have to go now. Rory, it's 8, if you want to watch Breakfast at Tiffany's we better go. Sorry Mike, it's our one year anniversary." Tristan was almost smiling like a fool. Almost.

"No prob. I'm sorry I interrupted on your special day. Have fun kids," Mike joked. Deep down, it hurt. The girl he wanted didn't realize that he exist. He could see that every movement of Tristan was being followed by Rory's eyes. She was smitten with Tristan as he with her. ****

So ok, I was a bit jealous at Mike for staring at Rory for so long. Who could help it. Anyways, moving on with the story. We went to my house, it was empty. My parents were at Europe on a business call. So it was me and the servants. I gave them a day off, I just wanted a peace and quiet with Rory, alone. We got Breakfast at Tiffany's on DVD and propped down on the Italian leather sofa....

****

"Popcorn?" Rory asked.

"Check"

"Rootbeer?"

"Check"

"Gummy bears?"

"Check"

"Sour Skittles?"

"Check"

"Hershey's chocolate kisses?"

"Check"

"Double cream Oreos?"

"Check"

"Your blankie?" Rory asked.

"Che...Hey! I do not have a blankie. They aren't for a man like a Dugray." Tristan said indignity.

"Sure. I believe you." Rory mocked. They bantered for a bit and turned on the movie. More than half way through, Rory had fallen asleep in the crook of Tristan's strong arms. With a blanket covering them, it added the warmth and safety, and she was gone to the world. When the movie was finished, he saw Rory asleep in his arms. He reached for the phone nearby and called Lorelai.

"Lorelai, its Tristan. Rory's asleep right now. I'll drop her off tomorrow." Tristan told Lorelai after she was being woken from the loud, annoying phone ring. Lorelai had come to terms that Tristan cared too much for Rory to pressure her into doing something she didn't want to do.

"Sure. Night." Lorelai hung up.

When Tristan lifted Rory off the sofa to his bed, she stirred. "Tristan?" Rory asked groggily.

"Yeah I'm here. I called your mom already. Sleep its 2 right now." Tristan said

"I love you." Rory said.

"I love you too. More than you'll ever know" Tristan whispered.

Rory wrapped her arms around Tristan's neck and kissed him. "Do you love me? Truly?" Rory asked.

"Truly." He answered.

"Do you want me?" Rory asked this time.

"I will always want you, and always love you." He meant the words. He wanted her, true, he was a guy. But he also wanted her heart, her mind, her soul- her everything. He wouldn't settle for anything less. In terms of making love to her, he needed it all.

"Make love to me." Rory commanded. She kissed him with so much passion that make his heart pump wildly and he's common sense out the window. Things got out of control, and their clothes were discarded. Tristan asked hoarsely, "Are you sure?"

"Yeah, pretty sure." Rory joked feebily.

"Do you love me? Truly?" He reciprocated.

"Truly" She answered.

"Do you want me?" Tristan mimicked Rory.

"I will always want you, and always love you" She concluded. ****

I remember every moment when I was making love to Rory. It was the sweetest act that I ever will probably encounter. There was this one moment though, when I was on top, Rory's eyes were filled with happiness, love, passion and trust. That blew me away. Someone loved me. Her hair, damped with sweat was covering her eyes. I needed to see her eyes while I was making love to her. Although she was a virgin, I felt like one too. It was my first time making love to a girl. The other times were sex, practices for this one perfect moment in my life. I was so humbled that she had given me a gift of her viriginity and trust. When we hit that high moment, we fall into a deep sleep, wrapped around our love. Without any recollection to me, I wasn't wearing a condom...

Three weeks later, Rory told me she was pregnant. If it was some other girl, I would have been pissed. I was ecstatic. We created a child from our love. I wanted to marry her. Sure we were young, but we were in love.

More to come next chapter. Hope you guys liked it, yeah it was a little, just a little over PG...lol. Jokes, more like almost NC-17. Better change the ratings...