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A/N: Wow thanks for all the reviews. I appreciate them a lot. Sorry that this is kinda short. I'm really busy with school and I wanted to give you guys something. I'll try and have the next part out within the next couple of days. Please tell me what you think! Thanks again!

Part Six

            Rory brushed the tears from her eyes and tried to compose herself. Tristan was due to arrive in about 20 minutes, and she was far from ready. She thought about bailing but then she rejected the idea. It would be stupid of her to stay home and dwell on her fight with Dean. Tristan was good at taking her mind off of things. A little too good at it, the voice in her head taunted. Shut up you, Rory thought to herself, I do not need any more complications.

            Tristan rang the bell promptly at 5, and the maid let him in. He stood in the foyer awaiting Rory. He was dressed causally in a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. Rory rushed down the stairs.

            "Sorry I'm late." She apologized not meeting his gaze.

            "No problem." He said shrugging his shoulders and taking in the sight of her. Her hair was loose partially obscuring her face. She also is wearing a comfortable pair of jeans that fit her well with a baby blue t-shirt. She tucked an errant strand of hair behind her ear revealing her slightly red eyes.

            "So how'd the talk with Dean go?" he asked stressing Dean's name in derision as he rolled his eyes.

            Blue eyes snapped angrily to meet his, "I don't think it's any of your business." She said haughtily.

            "Whatever you say Princess. Still doesn't know about me, huh? About us?" he said snidely.

            "What us? There is no us."

            "Whatever Princess." He responded in the same tone.

            "Stop calling me that!" she yelled. "Just stop it." She was on the verge on tears again. "I thought we were friends."

            "Yeah so did I." Tristan muttered bitterly. "But I guess I'm just the type of friend nobody knows about."

            "No—it's just" She paused, "it's complicated."

            "You're ashamed of me. How complicated is that?" he said quietly staring at the carpet.

            "No!" she moved forward and touched his arm forcing him to look at her, "That is not it. I am not ashamed of you but there are people in my life that will not understand this friendship. And well I guess I don't want to share you yet."

            He gave a startled smile at this. "Really?"

            "Yes really. When I get back I want you to meet my family and friends, all contingent on the exile of evil Tristan, devil spawn." She said with a grin.

            "I'm trying." He replied as they headed to the door. He paused and said "Ror, I'm sorry about what I said before. If you don't want to go out I'll understand."  

            She flashed him a grin, "Nah you owe me dinner buster. You can't get out of it now."

            He heaved an exaggerated sigh, "As you wish…Princess."

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