Disclaimer: Well if my plan to clone Tristan works out he could be mine ::sigh:: but until then none of this is mine.
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Part Four
They
returned to the towels on the sand. Tristan resumed his former position lying
on his stomach. Rory put on her sunglasses and removed a book from her bag and
began to read. An hour passed in a surprisingly comfortable silence.
Occasionally, when she was sure he wouldn't catch her Rory continued her study
of him. She didn't know what to make of these feelings and she wasn't quite
sure that she wanted to know. As she stared at him she noticed his well muscled
back was beginning to become red.
"Tristan. Tristan!" she shouted and
received no sign that he had heard her. Rory sighed and crawled over next to
him. She looked down at his face half hidden from the sun. He was asleep,
peacefully asleep. She smiled at the sight of him looking so angelic. Then
remembered the whole ocean incident.
She leaned in close to his ear and
screamed, "TRISTAN!"
He jumped so quickly that she didn't
have time to move and this resulted in him knocking heads with her.
"Damn it Rory!"
"Ow, sorry but that's payback for
you." She replied while rubbing her head where the collision had taken place.
"Are you okay?" he asked.
"Yeah I have a hard head." She said
with a smile.
"Don't I know it." He muttered
thinking of how dense and clueless she could be at times.
"What?"
"Nothing." He said returning his
gaze to her lovely face. He noticed that her pert nose was beginning to burn
cause he few freckles to become more prominent giving her an even more innocent
look.
"Looks like someone forgot the
sunscreen." He said as he skimmed a finger down the curve of her nose.
Rory wrinkled her nose in distaste
and retorted, "Well I'm not the only one. You should see your back."
Tristan tried to crane his head
around to see his back but found it impossible but he could feel himself
burning.
"I guess we should head in." he said
reluctantly.
"Yeah." She agreed as her stomach
began to growl.
"Looks like someone's hungry." He
said laughing as she turned even pinker. "Want to get some lunch?" he asked
hoping she'd agree.
"Well," she said thinking it over.
She was hungry and she was having fun with him. "I guess so. But where are we
eating at?"
"At the Café de Tristan of course."
He replied in a mock French accent.
Rory laughed, "So your cook is going
to make something."
"Hey, I can cook if I wanted too."
"Uh huh, sure." She responded.
"I can." He refuted.
"Well then make me lunch Mr.
DuGrey." Rory said with a flip of her hair, her blue eyes twinkling at the
prospect of Tristan actually cooking for her.
They gathered their things together
and headed for his beach house. It was just as lovely as the one she was
staying in, she thought as they approached the house. On the back porch they
hung out their towels and left their sandals on the deck so they wouldn't track
more sand into the house than necessary.
In the kitchen Rory sat at the
counter in the middle of the large kitchen. Tristan was poking around the
shelves looking for something, anything he could make for them.
"What do you want to drink? We have
all different kinds of soda, bottled water, orange juice…" he asked.
"Do you have any coffee?" she asked
thinking it had been hours since her last cup.
Tristan looked at her in disbelief.
"It's 90 degrees out and you want coffee? Are you nuts?"
"Yes." Rory said with a smile.
"Yes, you want coffee or yes you're
nuts?" He asked.
"Hmm both I guess. Blame my mother
for both." She said with a wide grin.
"You can't have coffee." He stated.
"What? Yes I can. There's a Mr.
Coffee over there. If you don't know how to work it—"
"I know how to work it. You've been
out in the hot sun all day. You could be dehydrated, drink water." He ordered.
"No I want coffee." She responded
stubbornly.
"Too bad. You can't have it. Drink
water."
"But I want coffee."
He heaved an exaggerated sigh, "What
you want and what you get are two different things."
"You're mean." She said with a pout
as he handed her a bottle of water.
"Insulting me is not going to get
you coffee any faster." He remarked dryly.
Tristan rummaged in the refrigerator
as Rory grumbled about her lack of caffeine. Not seeing anything he could begin
to make he went for an old stand-by.
"Spaghetti?" Rory asked laughing.
"Spaghetti a la Tristan, featuring
the special ingredient bound to make your mouth water."
"And that would be…"
He shook his head and laughed. "That
would be telling. And this is a secret."
He began to boil the water and sat
down to talk with Rory cause as the saying goes 'a watched pot never boils'.
After some more teasing about his cooking abilities and her coffee addiction
Rory asked the question that had been on her mind since she had entered the
house.
"Where are your parents? Shouldn't
they be supervising your use of the oven?" adding a teasing note to the
personal question.
"I'm here with my grandparents." He
answered abruptly as his expression darkened.
"Oh."
Tristan ran his hand through his
hair in distress. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to bite your head off like that. I
forget that just cause you go to Chilton doesn't mean that you're up on the
recent events in Hartford."
"What events?" she asked timidly.
"My parents nasty divorce. It's
creating quite the fodder for the society page. My grandfather thought it would
be better for me to be here while they finalize everything. After his last
heart attack the doctor ordered him to retire so he and my grandmother are here
for the whole summer. And I'm here for the next 2 weeks."
"I'm sorry about your parents. If
you ever need to talk…"
"Thanks but I'm fine."
"I see." Rory said and then arched
her eyebrows, "I also see that your water is about to boil over hotshot."
"Shit!" he cursed as he looked over
and tried to avert the crisis. He managed to get the situation under control.
"Who knew trying boil water could be such a trial." He muttered to himself.
Rory overhearing the remark laughed
softly. "Obviously you don't know my mother. She managed to burn water."
He shot her a quizzical glance, "You
can't burn water." He said stating what he believed was obvious.
Rory cocked her head to the side as
if weighing the fact. "That's true but you can evaporate the water and burn the
pot."
Tristan chuckled at the thought of
this sight, "She didn't."
"Oh but she did. This is why we now
only order out for food. She got preoccupied by a Buffy marathon and completely
forgot about the water she was boiling. And that is why we of the Gilmore clan
rarely cook." She amended.
As he sat the plate of spaghetti in
front of her he awaited anxiously for the first bite. She just kept looking at
the food.
"Well are you going to eat it?" he
asked impatiently.
"I was waiting for you to try it
first and if you survive the first taste then I'll try it."
"Ugh." Tristan growled as he took a
quick bite. "See I'm fine." He remarked as soon as he had finished swallowing.
Rory eyed the so called food and
bravely took her first bite.
Her eyes widened, "Wow this is
actually good."
Tristan broke out in his usual smirk
"Honey I'm all good."
Rory groaned and banged her head
against the Formica counter. "And you were doing so good. I was beginning to
think you might be human." She paused and lifted her head. "Well we all make
mistakes."
And Tristan just laughed his blue
eyes sparkling.
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