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Disclaimer: Not mine. I own nada. Just a poor college student so don't sue me.

A/N: Hey! Thanks to everyone who reviewed the last part! I appreciate it. Sorry this took so long I blame it on my lack of internet and of course classes, ugh. So here's the next part please, please tell me what you think! Thanks J.

Part Five

            Despite all there past differences the two teenagers fell into an easy friendship. They spent much of the first week at the beach. They sunbathed and played in the water but most of all they talked. They found surprising common ground in their desire to travel. Although Tristan was rich his family rarely bothered to take him with them when they would go jet setting. One of their favorite games to play was 'Anywhere But Here'.

            "I am currently sitting in quiet street café sipping my coffee." Rory mused.

            Tristan rolled his eyes at the coffee comment, "Do you drink anything else?"

            "Shh it's my turn." She scowled at the boy next to her. "So anyway, I'm at the café in Paris admiring the scenery when…"

            Tristan smirked as he interrupted "A stunningly handsome blonde Adonis enters the café. Upon seeing him you fall instantly in lust." He said suggestively raising an eyebrow.

            Rory smiled, "So after Paul Walker walks in what happens?"

            "Paul Walker?"

            "The stunning Adonis. Who else could it be?" she said innocently while biting her lip to hide her smile at his disgruntled expression.

            Rory happened to look at her watch and groaned "It's after 3 I have to get back to the house. I promised Dean I'd be there when he called."

            Tristan's eyes darkened at the mention of Dean, the bag boy. It was topic neither of them brought up.

            "God forbid you don't go when he summons." He remarked with a sarcastic look at the flustered girl gathering up her beach belongings.

            "Tris…don't be an asshole." She said angrily as he touched on a sore spot.

            "I'm sorry." He said grabbing her arm pulling her towards him gently. "Let me make it up to you."

            Rory just continued to look at him with indecision.

            He began to make puppy dog eyes and stuck out his lower lip pouting. "Please Rory. Please pretty please with coffee on top."

            Rory sighed and relented "Okay but this better be good."

            "It will be. I'll pick you up at 5 okay?"

            "Okay."

            He began to lope off to his beach house. "Bye Mary!" he called out.

            "Impossible." She muttered to herself as she began the trek back to the house.

            Rory was toweling her hair dry when she heard the muffled ringing of the phone. She removed her head from the towel and kept perfectly still trying to detect where exactly the ringing was coming from. After the 4th ring she deduced it was coming from under the pillow.

            "Hello" she said triumphant from her discovery.

            "Hey kiddo." The voice replied.

            "Mom!" Rory said surprised.

            "And you were expecting, what the ghost of Christmas past?" Lorelai asked sardonically.

            Rory giggled and replied, "No although that is an interesting possibility. Dean is supposed to be calling at 4."

            "Ah narcolepsy boy. I see him moping about the town. Pining actually."

            "Mom, he is not pining." Rory argued.

            "Oh," Lorelai interjected, "he is so pining. He is the definition of pining. The epitome of pining. The—"

            "Okay stop."

            "So what have you been up to? Being dragged around by Grandma and forced to commune with the snobby crowd?"

            "No I've just been hanging out at the beach and stuff."

            "See any hot Baywatch boys? Ya know the washboard abs…"

            Rory blushed as Tristan's image popped into her mind. She couldn't help but notice his rather nice body.

            "Rory…hello…"

            She snapped out of her thoughts. "Um what was the question?"

            Lorelai smiled an evil grin. "Who's the boy?"

            "What?" Rory asked alarmed by the turn of questioning. "Boy, there's no boy." She denied adamantly.

            "Uh huh sure there's not." Drawled Lorelai rolling her eyes, she knew her daughter too well. There was a boy.

            ::Beep::

            "That's the other line Mom. Gotta go, love you bye!" she rushed out and hung up the extension.  

            Back in Stars Hallow Lorelai sat for a minute pouting at the phone. Something was going on and she couldn't wait to find out what or better yet, who.

            Meanwhile Rory answered the other line. "Hello." She said sounding a bit frazzled.

            "Hey." Dean greeted her.

            "Hey." She answered back with a smile.

            "I miss you." He said immediately.

            He had done this every time they had spoke so far. No 'how are you' or 'how's the weather' just an 'I miss you.' It made her feel guilty like she had done something wrong by going on a vacation. Then it made her angry with herself for being guilty and then she was just back to being confused.

            "Rory, you there?"

            "Yeah, sorry. Just got a little distracted. So how are you?"

            "I miss you." He prompted impatiently.

            Rory frowned at the tone of his voice, "I miss you too."

            "No way I can talk you into coming home early?"

            "Dean we've been over this. I need this time to relax. You know how stressful the end of the year was for me with school and all…" she trailed off.

            "I know that Chilton is hard and those jerks like Tristan make it miserable for you. I wish I had a chance to punch him again for you."

            "He's not that bad." She said not even realizing she was defending him.

            "Not that bad?" he asked incredulously. "Do you have sunstroke or something? You hate him." He replied getting angry.

            "I never said I hated him!"

            "Yes you did. The day you said you loved me, or don't you remember that either?" he accused.

            "I didn't mean it." She pleaded.

            "Mean what? Hating him or loving me?" he yelled.

            Rory eyes filled with tears. She hated being yelled at. "I don't hate him." She cried.

            "I see. Do you love me?"

            "Dean can we not have this conversation now?" she asked.

            "Why the hell not?"

            "Because this is ridiculous, all of it. And I refuse to fight over the phone. I'll talk to you when I get back. Goodbye." She said and gently hung up the phone as she dried the tears from her face.

            Both of their minds lingered on the question she left unanswered.

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