Title: A single rose can be my garden, a single friend, my world

Chapter One

Rating: PG (precautionary, for language. This may change)

Disclaimer: Gilmore Girls does not belong to me. I wish Tristan and Jess did, but Amy Sherman Palladino can keep Dean! Anyways, please don't sue me! Also, the title of this story is not from my creative brain, it is written by Leo Buscaglia, and I give all credits to him for the brilliance.

Post date: 10th September, 2002

A/N: Hey everyone! This is just a little fic I started writing at about one in the morning! The storyline focuses mainly on Rory and Tristan, but unlike many other fanfics, they develop a friendship that really matters. Please keep in mind while reading this that I am an Australian so many words are spelled differently. If you don't understand any words, just ask me and I will tell you what they mean. I hope you enjoy this fic and please remember to review cus then I can make this a better story! Toodles!

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Tristan was lounging in a hammock by the shimmering blue pool, pondering what to do with his day.





He had just been released from military school for the summer holidays and was residing in the DuGrey family's second house which was rarely used. It was a modern house, taking advantage of big widows to let light pour in.





His parents were sending him back to Chilton for his senior year when the holidays ended, and Tristan wished to savour every sweet moment by himself he could.





Tristan had found that, however hard he tried he could only be truly himself with three people.





One of them was himself another being his grandfather, Janlan.





The third person was somebody Tristan hadn't seen in a while, Rory Leigh Gilmore.





Left to think of the latter and wonder what his true feelings for her were, Tristan fell into a dreamy sleep in the sun.



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It was the last day of school before Chilton broke up for the summer holidays.





As the last bell rang, Rory streamed to her locker along with the rest of the Chiltonites.





She was feeling more at home here now than ever, but still sorely missed the sharp, witty exchanges she and Tristan used to have. Even Paris didn't replace those.





"Did you hear?"





"No what?"





"Tristan's back in town!"





"Ohmigod, you mean Tristan DuGrey?"





"Yeah!"





"Totally cool. Where is he?"





"Some house just out of Hartford! I've got the address and everything!"





"Can I have it?"





"No way! I get first dibs!"





"Bitch!"





"Oh, fine. I photocopied about fifty anyway. Here you go!"





"Cool. Gotta go! Bye."





"HEY EVERYBODY, TRISTAN DUGREY'S BACK IN TOWN. HERE'S HIS ADRESS AND TELEPHOEN NUIMBER!"





Immediately half the population of Chilton (i.e all of the girls) ran up to her. Within five minutes, everybody had packed up and left school for the summer.





Rory stood in awe, still processing the words that had been yelled across the halls of Chilton. They were still echoing through the emptiness.





Everyone else had left for summer break and yet Rory still stood by her locker, contemplating what to do.





So, Tristan was back in town. Rory wondered if he had changed at all. Still wondering, she bent down to pick up a slip of paper that had come to rest by her feet. On it was written an address and telephone number.





Rory suddenly felt she needed to make a phone call. Hurriedly she packed her bag and walked outside into the summer sun, her mobile and the piece of paper in her hand. Slowly, she dialed the number.



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"Master DuGrey, there is a phone call for you," the butler approached the heir to the DuGrey fortune tentatively.





"How many times do I have to tell you, Jon?! No more phone calls! I've been bombarded with them since three o'clock!" Tristan replied, losing his cool.





"Sir, I think you may want to take this one, she seems important and she's acting very calmly," Jon replied.





"You mean she's not hysterical?" Tristan asked in wonder.





"No. not at all sir," Jon stated.





"All right then, what's her name?"





"Well, sir, she says her name is Virgin Mary, Mother of Jesus?" Jon said,, trying very hard to keep a straight face.





"Mary?" I don't know any Mary." suddenly Tristan's face gleamed with excitement.





"Put her on."



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***Phone call - Tristan and Rory***

T-Mary Mary quite contrary, how does your garden grow?

R-With silver bells and cockle shells and pretty maids all in a row.

T-No seriously, how are you Mare?

R-Fine, but I don't think you will be soon.

T-Why? Don't tell me.Jane Austin died! Omigod how sad!

R-Jane Austin died yonkers ago Tris, but that's not the reason anyway.

T-Okay, what is the reason?

R-Do you know how I got this number?"

T-Henry gave it to you?

R-No, it was on a slip of paper I picked up off the ground at Chilton.

T-So?

R-There are about 50 other copies of it which are currently in the possession of psycho crazy girls who would sacrifice themselves for you.

T-I know. The phone has been ringing non stop since three. But that's what I have a butler for.

R-Your address is also on that sheet.

T-Oh.

R-Anyway, I just thought I'd be a good friend and forewarn you so you can get out. By my calculations, they'll al be there in about ten minutes.

T-Oh come on. I don't need to go anywhere. It's not like they can break the gates or anything.

R-Wanna bet? It's a mob of desperate girls who want to catch just a glimpse of the King of Chilton. Never underestimate the power of them.

T-Point taken. But where should I go? I mean, its not like I really have any loyal friends who I can stay with.

R-do you know where the Starbucks on Biloxi street is?

T-Yeah, why?

R-Meet me there ASAP. We'll talk then

T-Finally admitting you want me are we Mary?

R-Yeah, whatever. I'll be there in ten.

T-See ya soon Mary.

***End Phone call***



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"Jon, I'm leaving for a while. I might be back for dinner, but I won't need you. Why don't you take the rest of the night off?" Tristan said to the butler, smiling.





"Are you sure that's wise, Master DuGrey?" Jon replied, unsure.





"Of course I am, and how many times do I have to tell you, you can call me Tristan? The whole Master thing is not needed here, okay? I am not my father." Tristan stated, the last part with glee.





"Thank you. Tristan." Jon left, wondering what had sparked the even more pleasant change in the young heir's behaviour.





Tristan got up and wandered back to the house. As he climbed the stairs to his room, his thoughts came to rest on Rory. Was this the beginning of his first ever true friendship?





Shrugging the thought off for now, he entered the master suite and walked into the ensuite, where he took a quick shower before wrapping a towel around his waist and trying to decide what to wear.





Tristan finally settled for a t-shirt of his all time favourite band, New Found Glory, a pair of dirty denim wide leg jeans and his globes. He left his hair messy and departed from his property, just missing the first wave of obsessive girls who were about to rock up at his gate.

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Do you like it? Please review! Also, I forgot to mention earlier, at the end of each chapter I am going to leave you with a friendship quote! Cya!

The heart is happiest when it beats for others. Author unknown.