Rory sat in her study reading. It had been two weeks since she had been at
the party in Hartford, and she still hadn't contacted Tristan. Every time
she had been about to call him, she had lost her nerve. The closest she had
come was dialing the first four digits of his number. Why am I so nervous
about this?? It's not like it's a really big deal, I just have to call him,
maybe go out for coffee, and just catch up. That's all I want to do…
"Arghhh! This is SO stupid!" she screamed at the wall, "what is wrong with me??"
She grabbed her bag and decided to go for a walk. She wasn't able to concentrate on the book anyway, so what was the point in pretending to read it?
*Three Hours Later*
Rory had gone and met with Lane at a coffee shop and had tried talking out her problems. Lane was now living near Rory with her boyfriend of two years, and although Lane's mother had no idea that they were living together, she knew they were dating and approved of him.
As they were walking into Rory's apartment, Lane had ordered Rory to call Tristan, "if he's in your thoughts that much, there must be more to you two than what me to believe."
"We were barely even friends, if that, it's just that… I don't know, I'm curious."
Lane smiled at her, "so call him!"
"Ok, ok, I'll call him," she said and walked to the phone. She saw that she had a message and pressed the button, "Hey, uhh, Rory, this is Tristan." Lane and Rory turned to each other in shock, "Paris was telling me that we're in the same city and I thought that we could maybe get together some time, you know… just to catch up on old times, or whatever. Well, I hope to talk to you later, bye."
"Oh-Mi-God! Now you HAVE to call him!" Lane squealed in her ear.
Rory bit her lip, "but he just called, won't me calling him back straight away seem like I'm really desperate to talk to him or something?"
"Or that you just went out for a walk with your best friend on a Saturday and thought one of the best ways to relax would be to talk to an old friend, or, whatever you want to call him."
Rory smiled, and picked up the phone, quickly dialing the number she had managed to learn by heart before she lost her nerve.
"Hello?" the voice on the other side asked.
"Tristan? It's Rory."
"Rory, hey, how are you doing? It's great to hear your voice."
"It's great to hear your voice too," she said back, smiling at Lane. Lane grinned and left the apartment with a wave.
*Two hours later*
Rory couldn't believe they had been talking for two hours straight, and about nothing in particular. They had talked about their jobs and books and movies, and they had started in on their past memories, but they hadn't really got to talking about romance as yet. Rory was so eager to find out if he was single, but didn't have the guts to ask him.
"I'm still really sorry about leaving you to play Juliet without a Romeo."
"It's cool, Paris played Romeo."
"So I heard, I bet that would have made Dean happy, uhh… if you don't mind me asking, whatever happened to him?"
"We broke up during college. We had just gotten to the stage where we were more of friends than partners. We're still really good friends now, he's got, like, three kids under five, and his wife is pregnant again."
"Seems to be going around doesn't it?"
"Although pregnancy does seem to suit Paris, doesn't it?" Rory said, kind of disappointed at the change of subject – she was itching to know what was going on with him romance-wise, and the topic of Dean may have lead that way without seeming obvious.
"It really does, she looks fantastic, doesn't she?"
Before Rory could agree, she heard a crash on the other line, "Jesus, uhh, I have to go, but I'll see you for lunch tomorrow?" he asked, referring to the meeting they had arranged earlier.
"Sounds great, bye."
"Bye," he said, then hung up.
Rory put the phone down and sat next to it, nearly missing the chair as she sat down. This was amazing! She was going to see him tomorrow. She dialed Lane's number, "Hello?" a man answered.
"Simon, hey, it's Rory, is Lane there," she asked quickly.
"Rory, hi, and yes, Lane is right in front of me jumping up at the phone, I'm thinking I'll wait a little while just to make her sweat, hmm?"
Rory heard a scuffle and the distinct sound of Simon yelping followed by, "Rory, are you there? What happened? Why didn't you call me as soon as you hung up with him?"
"I did, we just hung up then."
"Oh-Mi-God! You guys talked for two hours, wow! What did you talk about? What happened?"
"We talked about everything, and I'm going over to see him tomorrow, we're going to have lunch together."
She removed the phone from her ear and held it at arms length while Lane screamed. "Are you done?" she asked when the sound had died down.
"Yes, I'm done! So, what are you going to wear? Are you going for casually sexy, or all out vixen?"
"I'm not going for either!" she replied indignantly.
"But, you want to seduce him don't you?"
"No I do NOT want to seduce him! I'm just meeting with an old friend!"
"Sure, that's what they all say…"
Rory discussed the lunch at length with Lane, and finally decided that she would aim for neat, but sexy, but like she had just happened to pick that outfit, not that she was trying to look sexy. Rory could feel the nervousness building up in her, he wouldn't have invited her for lunch or talked that long if he was seriously with someone would he? But maybe when she turned up for lunch his perfect wife would be there, and she would be all awkward and third wheely.
Why am I stressing about this? I don't want to be anything more than friends do I? How can I be this obsessed over someone I haven't seen in more than 10 years??! This is absurd Gilmore!
Rory sat stressing until around tea time, when Lane and Simon came over, with Simon watching TV while Lane picked out what she was going to wear.
"Arghhh! This is SO stupid!" she screamed at the wall, "what is wrong with me??"
She grabbed her bag and decided to go for a walk. She wasn't able to concentrate on the book anyway, so what was the point in pretending to read it?
*Three Hours Later*
Rory had gone and met with Lane at a coffee shop and had tried talking out her problems. Lane was now living near Rory with her boyfriend of two years, and although Lane's mother had no idea that they were living together, she knew they were dating and approved of him.
As they were walking into Rory's apartment, Lane had ordered Rory to call Tristan, "if he's in your thoughts that much, there must be more to you two than what me to believe."
"We were barely even friends, if that, it's just that… I don't know, I'm curious."
Lane smiled at her, "so call him!"
"Ok, ok, I'll call him," she said and walked to the phone. She saw that she had a message and pressed the button, "Hey, uhh, Rory, this is Tristan." Lane and Rory turned to each other in shock, "Paris was telling me that we're in the same city and I thought that we could maybe get together some time, you know… just to catch up on old times, or whatever. Well, I hope to talk to you later, bye."
"Oh-Mi-God! Now you HAVE to call him!" Lane squealed in her ear.
Rory bit her lip, "but he just called, won't me calling him back straight away seem like I'm really desperate to talk to him or something?"
"Or that you just went out for a walk with your best friend on a Saturday and thought one of the best ways to relax would be to talk to an old friend, or, whatever you want to call him."
Rory smiled, and picked up the phone, quickly dialing the number she had managed to learn by heart before she lost her nerve.
"Hello?" the voice on the other side asked.
"Tristan? It's Rory."
"Rory, hey, how are you doing? It's great to hear your voice."
"It's great to hear your voice too," she said back, smiling at Lane. Lane grinned and left the apartment with a wave.
*Two hours later*
Rory couldn't believe they had been talking for two hours straight, and about nothing in particular. They had talked about their jobs and books and movies, and they had started in on their past memories, but they hadn't really got to talking about romance as yet. Rory was so eager to find out if he was single, but didn't have the guts to ask him.
"I'm still really sorry about leaving you to play Juliet without a Romeo."
"It's cool, Paris played Romeo."
"So I heard, I bet that would have made Dean happy, uhh… if you don't mind me asking, whatever happened to him?"
"We broke up during college. We had just gotten to the stage where we were more of friends than partners. We're still really good friends now, he's got, like, three kids under five, and his wife is pregnant again."
"Seems to be going around doesn't it?"
"Although pregnancy does seem to suit Paris, doesn't it?" Rory said, kind of disappointed at the change of subject – she was itching to know what was going on with him romance-wise, and the topic of Dean may have lead that way without seeming obvious.
"It really does, she looks fantastic, doesn't she?"
Before Rory could agree, she heard a crash on the other line, "Jesus, uhh, I have to go, but I'll see you for lunch tomorrow?" he asked, referring to the meeting they had arranged earlier.
"Sounds great, bye."
"Bye," he said, then hung up.
Rory put the phone down and sat next to it, nearly missing the chair as she sat down. This was amazing! She was going to see him tomorrow. She dialed Lane's number, "Hello?" a man answered.
"Simon, hey, it's Rory, is Lane there," she asked quickly.
"Rory, hi, and yes, Lane is right in front of me jumping up at the phone, I'm thinking I'll wait a little while just to make her sweat, hmm?"
Rory heard a scuffle and the distinct sound of Simon yelping followed by, "Rory, are you there? What happened? Why didn't you call me as soon as you hung up with him?"
"I did, we just hung up then."
"Oh-Mi-God! You guys talked for two hours, wow! What did you talk about? What happened?"
"We talked about everything, and I'm going over to see him tomorrow, we're going to have lunch together."
She removed the phone from her ear and held it at arms length while Lane screamed. "Are you done?" she asked when the sound had died down.
"Yes, I'm done! So, what are you going to wear? Are you going for casually sexy, or all out vixen?"
"I'm not going for either!" she replied indignantly.
"But, you want to seduce him don't you?"
"No I do NOT want to seduce him! I'm just meeting with an old friend!"
"Sure, that's what they all say…"
Rory discussed the lunch at length with Lane, and finally decided that she would aim for neat, but sexy, but like she had just happened to pick that outfit, not that she was trying to look sexy. Rory could feel the nervousness building up in her, he wouldn't have invited her for lunch or talked that long if he was seriously with someone would he? But maybe when she turned up for lunch his perfect wife would be there, and she would be all awkward and third wheely.
Why am I stressing about this? I don't want to be anything more than friends do I? How can I be this obsessed over someone I haven't seen in more than 10 years??! This is absurd Gilmore!
Rory sat stressing until around tea time, when Lane and Simon came over, with Simon watching TV while Lane picked out what she was going to wear.