A/N: Ok guys! This is my first EVER Gilmore Girl fic, I've been reading
them and decided to try one!! So excuse me if it sux!! I have no idea if I
can get their wit onto paper. . well the screen in your case. Anyways
constructive criticism is appreciated!! And this will be a Trory! I don't
read anything but! Sorry to all you Jess and Dean lovers! I'm sure you
write good stories!!
Anyways. . enough jabberin' from me!!
Chapter One: Title to be decided!
"Good morning Mary," A voice from behind her said.
"Excuse me? My name's Ror - Tristan?" she stared at the blonde guy in front of her.
"You missed me so much that you've changed your name to Tristan? I always knew it Mary!"
she smirked at him. "What are you doing back?"
"They let me out on good behavior." He grinned, leaning against the locker beside hers. "So Mary, did you miss me?"
"Its Rory damn it! I see you haven't changed."
"Well Rory damn it, you," he pointed upward just as the bell rang. "Are late for class." She slammed her locker shut and raced down the hall to her English class. She sunk low in her seat.
"Today will be a free class, until towards the end when I will tell you about your brand new project!" Mrs. Rose told them just as the door opened. "I'm sure you all remember Mr. DuGrey. Take a seat Tristan, over there by Ms. Gilmore."
"Tristan?" Paris turned back around in her seat to Rory. "You can't be serious!"
"Oh she's serious." Rory groaned as he came to sit at their table.
"Good morning all, have you missed me?" he grinned. "I know Mary has."
"Its Rory damn it!" she huffed. Everyone, including Tristan, gawked at her. "What?"
"The language Mary!" Tristan shook his head.
"Its Rory! R-O-R-Y!" she replied, glaring at him. "Pretty boy."
"She thinks I'm pretty!" he fluttered his eyelashes. Paris and Henry watched in amusement.
"Now children, stop your bickering," Mrs. Rose came to stand behind them. "Your project will be to write a one act play that includes parts for the four of you."
"Mrs. Rose, there's only three of us." Rory pointed out.
"Ms. Gilmore, there is Paris, Henry, You, and Tristan."
'NO! not Tristan!' She thought.
'Yes!' Tristans head spun. 'Even after all last year apart she still affects me.'
'I need coffee,' they thought together.
'This should be interesting,' Paris thought, watching as Rory and Tristan eyed each other. 'But at least Dean's out of the way!'
"You need to do this over Christmas break." Mrs. Rose continued. "Be prepared for the first day back." The bell rang. "Merry Christmas everyone! See you when you get back! Class dismissed!"
"So where and when do you want to meet?" Rory asked. "Is there anyone going away for the break?"
"My parents are going to Aspen," Paris shrugged.
"Aren't you going with them?" Rory asked. Paris shook her head. "You're spending Christmas alone?!"
"Not alone, no." Paris replied. "Rosa will be there."
"Rosa, your maid?" Tristan asked. She glared at him.
"Paris Gellar! You're spending Christmas with me and my mom!" Rory told her. "And I will not take no for an answer!"
"Your mom won't mind?"
"You've met my mom Paris," Rory replied.
"Good point."
"So when will we meet?" Henry asked.
"My house tomorrow?" Rory suggested.
"On a Saturday?" Tristan raised an eyebrow.
"Is there a problem with tomorrow night?" She asked.
"Well I was just..." Tristan trailed off.
"You guys could come after lunch if you want."
"That'd work better." Tristan grinned.
"So the crap shack at 2?"
"That works for me." Henry replied. "I get to see Lane."
"Great!" Rory said.
LUNCH TIME. . . . . . . . . . . . .. .
"Mind if I sit here Mary?" Tristan said from behind Rory in the cafeteria.
"Only if you stop calling me Mary." She snapped.
"How about I make a piece offering?" he held up a Starbucks coffee.
"Oh! You are my god! I will worship you forever!" she exclaimed grabbing the coffee.
"If that's all I needed to do, I would of won you from bag boy a long time ago." He grinned. She looked up from her cup.
"Bag boy and I broke up a while ago Tristan." She finished her coffee.
He coughed and sputtered. "I-I'm sorry."
"Liar," Rory grinned. "I know you hated him."
He smirked. "I know, I did."
"Rory!" Paris called. "My car's loaded up, I'm ready when ever you are." She sat down in a chair across from them. "Hello Tristan."
"Paris." He nodded.
"Lets go," Rory said. "I need coffee."
"You need coffee?! You just inhaled a cup!" Tristan exclaimed. "You're skipping off?"
"We're not skipping off Tristan. We're just not going to the assembly." Rory told him. "Anyway, since when were you a stick in the mud?"
"Excuse me? Me? a stick in the mud? Mary, I'm disappointed." Tristan replied. He looked at her, wondering what happened to his innocent Mary. 'My Mary? She was never my Mary, what am I thinking?' Rory's look said she dared him. "I can't Mary, its my first day back."
"I'll meet you out front Ror," Paris said. "See ya Tristan." They nodded.
"Your loss," Rory told Tristan. She walked away.
"Your loss?" he chased after her. "What's that supposed to mean?"
She shrugged. "I guess you won't know."
"Give me five minutes. I'll meet you out front." He headed for his locker.
Anyways. . enough jabberin' from me!!
Chapter One: Title to be decided!
"Good morning Mary," A voice from behind her said.
"Excuse me? My name's Ror - Tristan?" she stared at the blonde guy in front of her.
"You missed me so much that you've changed your name to Tristan? I always knew it Mary!"
she smirked at him. "What are you doing back?"
"They let me out on good behavior." He grinned, leaning against the locker beside hers. "So Mary, did you miss me?"
"Its Rory damn it! I see you haven't changed."
"Well Rory damn it, you," he pointed upward just as the bell rang. "Are late for class." She slammed her locker shut and raced down the hall to her English class. She sunk low in her seat.
"Today will be a free class, until towards the end when I will tell you about your brand new project!" Mrs. Rose told them just as the door opened. "I'm sure you all remember Mr. DuGrey. Take a seat Tristan, over there by Ms. Gilmore."
"Tristan?" Paris turned back around in her seat to Rory. "You can't be serious!"
"Oh she's serious." Rory groaned as he came to sit at their table.
"Good morning all, have you missed me?" he grinned. "I know Mary has."
"Its Rory damn it!" she huffed. Everyone, including Tristan, gawked at her. "What?"
"The language Mary!" Tristan shook his head.
"Its Rory! R-O-R-Y!" she replied, glaring at him. "Pretty boy."
"She thinks I'm pretty!" he fluttered his eyelashes. Paris and Henry watched in amusement.
"Now children, stop your bickering," Mrs. Rose came to stand behind them. "Your project will be to write a one act play that includes parts for the four of you."
"Mrs. Rose, there's only three of us." Rory pointed out.
"Ms. Gilmore, there is Paris, Henry, You, and Tristan."
'NO! not Tristan!' She thought.
'Yes!' Tristans head spun. 'Even after all last year apart she still affects me.'
'I need coffee,' they thought together.
'This should be interesting,' Paris thought, watching as Rory and Tristan eyed each other. 'But at least Dean's out of the way!'
"You need to do this over Christmas break." Mrs. Rose continued. "Be prepared for the first day back." The bell rang. "Merry Christmas everyone! See you when you get back! Class dismissed!"
"So where and when do you want to meet?" Rory asked. "Is there anyone going away for the break?"
"My parents are going to Aspen," Paris shrugged.
"Aren't you going with them?" Rory asked. Paris shook her head. "You're spending Christmas alone?!"
"Not alone, no." Paris replied. "Rosa will be there."
"Rosa, your maid?" Tristan asked. She glared at him.
"Paris Gellar! You're spending Christmas with me and my mom!" Rory told her. "And I will not take no for an answer!"
"Your mom won't mind?"
"You've met my mom Paris," Rory replied.
"Good point."
"So when will we meet?" Henry asked.
"My house tomorrow?" Rory suggested.
"On a Saturday?" Tristan raised an eyebrow.
"Is there a problem with tomorrow night?" She asked.
"Well I was just..." Tristan trailed off.
"You guys could come after lunch if you want."
"That'd work better." Tristan grinned.
"So the crap shack at 2?"
"That works for me." Henry replied. "I get to see Lane."
"Great!" Rory said.
LUNCH TIME. . . . . . . . . . . . .. .
"Mind if I sit here Mary?" Tristan said from behind Rory in the cafeteria.
"Only if you stop calling me Mary." She snapped.
"How about I make a piece offering?" he held up a Starbucks coffee.
"Oh! You are my god! I will worship you forever!" she exclaimed grabbing the coffee.
"If that's all I needed to do, I would of won you from bag boy a long time ago." He grinned. She looked up from her cup.
"Bag boy and I broke up a while ago Tristan." She finished her coffee.
He coughed and sputtered. "I-I'm sorry."
"Liar," Rory grinned. "I know you hated him."
He smirked. "I know, I did."
"Rory!" Paris called. "My car's loaded up, I'm ready when ever you are." She sat down in a chair across from them. "Hello Tristan."
"Paris." He nodded.
"Lets go," Rory said. "I need coffee."
"You need coffee?! You just inhaled a cup!" Tristan exclaimed. "You're skipping off?"
"We're not skipping off Tristan. We're just not going to the assembly." Rory told him. "Anyway, since when were you a stick in the mud?"
"Excuse me? Me? a stick in the mud? Mary, I'm disappointed." Tristan replied. He looked at her, wondering what happened to his innocent Mary. 'My Mary? She was never my Mary, what am I thinking?' Rory's look said she dared him. "I can't Mary, its my first day back."
"I'll meet you out front Ror," Paris said. "See ya Tristan." They nodded.
"Your loss," Rory told Tristan. She walked away.
"Your loss?" he chased after her. "What's that supposed to mean?"
She shrugged. "I guess you won't know."
"Give me five minutes. I'll meet you out front." He headed for his locker.