Disclaimer: I could say that this show is mine, but being known as a pathological liar would discredit me huh? Unless I'm lying about being a liar. Will you ever really know?? Ponder that! Oh I also don't own the movie mentioned. The dialogue transcribed I got off a website and I think it's pretty accurate, given I've watched the movie a billion times.

A/N: I'm baaaaack, aren't you all thrilled? You're probably throwing huge celebrations and giving toasts in my honor (hey a girl needs her delusions as well as her caffeine). Anyway thank you to all who reviewed. I will try and get these chapters out quicker. I have a heavy workload cause this is the end of semester but I am going to try and my muse won't shut up, so the odds are pretty good. Plus thanks to this wonderful beverage called a Frappuccino I could be going for days. So read, enjoy the caffeine high Lorelai , revel in the tension between our 2 favorite characters, and then REVIEW, cause it makes Katie smile and do funny little dances.

Chapter Eleven

            Rory was wringing her hands anxiously in the car, as they headed to Hartford. More specifically Tristan's house in Hartford. How did this happen, thought Rory. Glancing at the woman next to her, who was bopping and singing to the radio, she remembered. It was all her mother's bright idea. This was going to be a disaster.

            "So kid, do you think Devil boy's parents will be there? Cause if they are that means I might have to act like an adult, which would suck." Lorelai teased her nervous daughter.

            Rory froze; she had never explained the situation with Tristan's absentee and neglectful parents. She proceeded to tell her mom what Tristan had told her, so Lorelai wouldn't accidentally bring up the wrong subject.

            "I know he acts like he doesn't care, but he does." Rory finished.

            "The poor kid," Lorelai said softly and then, "gotta love Hartford society parents." She tried to keep the anger and bitterness out of her voice.

            They pulled up to a mansion in the same section as Lorelai's parents home, except it was even bigger and more intimidating.

            "Wow." They both said under their breath as they got out from the car to ring the doorbell.

            Rory felt her stomach clench in nervousness as they waited for the door to open. She shouldn't be nervous, she thought to herself, its just Tristan. Your friend Tristan, your friend Tristan meeting your mother. Oh god, she mentally groaned.

            The door swung open revealing Tristan—with two cups of Starbucks coffee in each hand.

            Lorelai grabbed the cup from his left hand, smiling brightly "You're good." She commented.

            Rory had to laugh, "Trying to bribe us." She jibed lightly as she drank in the sight of him.

            Tristan laughed, a bit nervously, "Well we Hartford socialites, are good at bribing." He turned to Lorelai as he handed Rory her coffee, "You must be Lorelai, and it's a pleasure to finally meet you. I've heard a lot of stories about your infamous antics."

            Lorelai swallowed her coffee and replied "Nice to meet you so far. I reserve the right to change my mind at any time. Infamous antics hmmm?" she arched an eyebrow at Rory, who shrugged and grinned, " But I'll let that go cause you bought me coffee, and—" she paused and after another sip of the beverage, "cause you're pretty."

            Rory burst out laughing and Tristan shifted anxiously not quite sure what to make of that.

            "I'd quit laughing missy. That was a pertinent fact you left out. Wait for the interrogation later."

            It was Tristan's turn to grin at Rory's embarrassment. "What Mary, you didn't mention I was—what was it? A blonde Adonis?" he drawled.

            Rory glared and hit him on the shoulder, "You know very well I was talking about Paul Walker. But then again Todd might have mentioned you—"

            Tristan's face colored as he interrupted "Let's go to the den, shall we."

            The trio settled in the luxurious den, and Lorelai poured over the selection of movies presented as Rory dug into the pizza and junk food Tristan had spread out.

            "Aha!" Lorelai cried triumphant, she clutched a movie in her hands.

            "And the verdict is?" Rory questioned knowing her mother, the movie could very well be anything depending on Lorelai's whim.

            Lorelai grinned as she popped it into the VCR, "An oldie but a goodie, Empire Records."

            "Definitely a classic." Rory agreed and she looked to Tristan, who nodded.

            "One of my favorites."

            They settled down to watch the movie. Lorelai grabbing one of the large throw pillows lay down in front of the TV. Rory sat with her back against the couch and Tristan was stretched out directly behind her on the couch. Each Gilmore and eventually Tristan began saying their favorite lines along with the characters.

            "My my how will you remember it all? Good luck…don't screw it up." Lorelai said as coquettishly as Gina.

            "There are 24 usable hours in everyday. Thank you." Rory chirped as Corey.

            "Who knows where thoughts come from…they just appear." All threes said at the same time.

            "Never truer words were spoken." Lorelai said in a mock sage voice.

            "She only says that cause no one knows where her thoughts come from." Rory turned and whispered to Tristan, who chuckled.

            "I heard that!" shouted Lorelai without turning her eyes from the screen.

            Corey: "She hates me."

            Gina: "She hates me too. But I have enough sense to hate her back."

            "Paris." Tristan coughed earning a glare from Rory and a laugh from her mother. No matter how mean Paris was Rory kept trying to be nice.

            "Oh my favorite part! Shut up you two!" Lorelai yelled back to the two teens that had been carrying on their own conversation.

            Gina: "Sinead O'Rebellion. Shock me, shock me, shock me with that deviant behavior."

            Deb:" That is so clever. I swear you get smarter the shorter your skirt gets."

            Gina: "And you get smarter the shorter your hair gets so it's probably a good thing you went with that."

            Deb: "Yeah."

            Gina: " It's a wonderful look for you darling."

            At the end of the movie Lorelai went off the kitchen to make more coffee. Rory and Tristan sat in silence for a few moments, until Tristan noticed Rory rolling her shoulders back in forth in discomfort.

            "Shoulders hurt?" he asked.

            "Shoulders, neck. The results of being in one position too long." She responded grimacing.

            "Want a massage?" Tristan offered.

            "I don't know, are you any good at them?" as soon as the words were out of her mouth she regretted them. "Don't say it." She interrupted before he could open his mouth.

            "Don't say what?" he asked smirking as he began to rub her shoulders.

            "Whatever lewd comment was about to come out of that mouth of yours."

            He laughed and continued to massage her back and neck. She practically purred in response.

            "How does that feel?" he asked pausing for a minute.

            "Heavenly, don't stop." She murmured.

            He whispered into her ear, in a husky tone, "See Mary, you really do want my hands on you. I knew I'd have you begging sooner or later."

            Rory narrowed her eyes and grabbed the nearest thing to her. And THWACK, the pillow hit Tristan full force in the face.

            He got out "What the—" before she continued the assault with the pillow.

            "Ugh! Every time I really think you're human and have began to process how normal people act, you're alter ego rears his ugly head." She said punctuating it with another smack with the pillow.

            "You know you like it...Mary." Tristan taunted as he tried to evade the pillow.

 He managed to dodge the next hit. But fell behind the couch. Sensing her prey was weak Rory towered over him, triumphant, pillow in one hand and self-satisfied smirk in place. As she pulled back to deliver the final blow, Tristan kicked her one of the most vulnerable spots, the back of her knees causing her to lose her balance and fall, onto him.

For a moment they both lay there trying to catch their breath, and then realizing their position, they both tensed up. She was laid full out against him. She could feel every inch of him, every rock hard inch. Oh my god, she thought, he is just all muscle. Her face flamed a bright red as her eyes met his. And she saw it, that desire, desire for her. And her eyes clouded with it too. She leaned closing the gap between their lips, when her cell phone began to ring loudly from her pocket.

The moment was broken, reality intruded. She closed her eyes and lay her head down oh his chest for a minute as she reminded herself to breathe. Tristan was doing the same thing, taking slow breathes and begging his body to control itself. Rory slowly got off of him and answered her phone as she avoided his eyes.

"Hello."

"Hey Rory. What's up?" Dean said.

            Rory closed her eyes in frustration of all the people to call. "Hold on one minute." She turned to Tristan and placed her palm over the speaker, "I'm going to take this in the other room."

            "It's him isn't it?" he said as she turned away.

            She stopped and looked back at him with troubled eyes, "Yes it's Dean."

            "Tell me Rory. Where does he think you are?" he asked trying to keep the bitterness out of his voice.

            She sighed and looked down at the plush carpet. "I told him that my mom and I were visiting some friends of the family."

            "Friends of the family?" he laughed with a bit of derision, "Not exactly a lie but not exactly the truth either."

            "Rory?" Dean's voice came through on the phone.

            Rory looked from the phone to where Tristan was on the floor.

            "Go." He said getting up and turning away from her. "Go talk to your boyfriend."

            She left the room as Lorelai entered with 2 cups of coffee. She sat next to Tristan on the couch. She offered him the other cup of coffee.

            "Thanks." He said as she stared at his shoelaces.

            "You look like you need it." She said as she sipped out her mug, waiting for him to say something.

            "Dean called." He said as a way of explanation for both his mood and Rory's absence.

            "I see." Lorelai said and then paused. "Okay kid, time for you and me to have a little heart-to-heart."

            He gave her a quizzical look. "Is this where you threaten me?"

            "Partly yes, but there's more to it. So listen up. Rory is a great kid. She's my—my everything, the best thing I've ever done. She would never knowingly hurt anyone. It isn't in her nature. But I'm not blind, Tristan. I can see you want more than friendship from her. And it does worry me. More than just typical mother worry. You're very different from her. You were raised like I was. It's a whole different world. One I ran away from, one I don't want my daughter getting trapped in. And Dean…Dean is a nice kid. He's average and he cares about my daughter very much. And he's—safe. You're not. And that does scare me. I look at you and I see me at 16, a male version of course. And I could be my mother and try and ruin this friendship cause it might end badly. But I wouldn't do that. Cause I look at you in this short time I've known you and I also see a good kid, a little mixed up and rebellious, and head over heels for my daughter. I don't know what's going to happen there. That's up to Rory, but whatever it is know, that she doesn't mean to hurt you. And that if you do hurt her, there will be no place you can hide. And when I'm done with you, you'll be able to fit into a Ziploc bag. Got it?"

            Tristan just nodded trying to assimilate the information.

            Lorlelai's gaze softened as she looked at the dumbfounded boy. She guessed that he didn't get very many parental talks. "I want to like you Tristan. I really do. Cause I think you have a lot of potential."

            He bowed his head ashamed of the emotions that were simmering close to the surface. He cleared his throat trying to dislodge the lump of emotion there. "Thanks." He said gruffly.

            "You're welcome sweetie."

It's that time again. What time is it? No, no not the talking/singing button. Laryngitis, it's a bitch, poor little button. But it is silently imploring you to give the writer your thoughts. Cause while she may not be entirely sane, she's pretty harmless and it's nice to humor the coffee addicted college student. So go on humor me! I dare you!