A/N: Geesh I take forever to write the simplest things. GAH STUPID
PRINTER ISN'T WORKING!! What does it mean when it tries to take all the
paper at once? -.- ::yells at stupid technology:: Its out to kill us all I
tell you! It hates us! Well then.lol sorry about the rambling on about
nothing. So yeah.here it is chapter 6! Finally! God I can't believe I take
so long.o.o don't hate me! I'm sorry!! Thanks for the patience guys!
***
"Rory! Get your skinny little ass out here!" yells Lorelei from the family room where she's currently looking for her purse. "Dammit I need my license to actually drive." she lets her ramble trail off. Suddenly there's a loud bang from Rory's room causing Lorelei to abandon her search and quickly scurry to her daughter's room. She swings open the door to find books strewn across the floor.
"Rory what happen?" Lorelei asks in shock at how messy her daughter's room had suddenly become. "You're room looks like mine!" Rory merely gives her a side-glance as she continues to rush about her room in obvious search of something. Lorelei raises a curious brow at her peculiar child.
"Yo Ike what's up?" Lorelei asks stepping into her room. "What was the loud "BANG"?" Lorelei asks imitating the loud bang with a clap of her hands. Rory stops her search and looks to her mother.
"A book dropped from my dresser," Rory states simply as if it was nothing out of the ordinary. Lorelei stares intently at her daughter's expression. "What is it now?" Rory asks her placing her hands on her hips. Lorelei shakes her head.
"Nothing. What are you lookin' for?" As if suddenly remembering her search Rory begins to look about her room again, a frown firmly placed on her lips.
"I can't find those one earrings." she says letting her sentence trail off as she flings a shirt across the room. Lorelei's eyes follow the shirt.
"Which ones Ike?" Rory continues her search.
"You know those ones with the adorable silverish-heart-shaped-with-a- cute-design-on-them." Rory suddenly lets out a squeal. "Found them!" She triumphantly waves them in her mother's face.
"That's nice hon, but we're already late for dinner as it is. Hey and for a change I can tell Emily its not *my* fault!" Lorelei exclaims with a grin. The two nonchalantly exit the room and make their way to the front door. Lorelei suddenly turns back remembering she has yet to find her purse.
"Mom I'm driving," Rory explains reading her mother's mind. Shrugging, Lorelei follows her daughter out the door and to the car. The skies above seem to churn in a menacing swirl of grays and darker grays. They are waiting to cry their sorrow. The two climb into the car, and Rory pulls it away from the house. When they enter the highway Rory suddenly has a thought.
"Mom.Did you call me "Ike"?"
***
Rory would have normally stopped her mother from repeatedly ringing her grandparent's doorbell but tonight she is too preoccupied to care. Lorelei continues to ring the doorbell until it finally snaps open with violent jerk. Lorelei raises a brow at her mother.
"Why Emily what's got you so peeved this grand evening?" she asks innocently. Emily's frown, if possible, increased at hearing her daughter's sarcastic comment.
"You know that was highly unnecessary Lorelei. Must you insist upon doing this every Friday night? This is our night as a family, and I'd like to keep it peaceful," Emily finishes as she waves them in. As they remove their coats Rory hears a sarcastic mutter sounding much like "when has it ever been peaceful" coming from Lorelei's direction. Rory's lips tug at the corners as she tries not to smile. Emily begins to step away from the two but abruptly stops, her expression plainly showing she has something to say.
"Lorelei, Rory," she looks to the two of them before continuing, "we have a guest for dinner tonight so I would like for both of you to be on your best behavior." With that Mrs. Gilmore walks towards the dining room. Lorelei and Rory look to each other in curiosity. Lorelei raises a brow in curiosity.
"Ooh I wonder who would dare come to a Gilmore dinner!" she exclaims giving an evil grin. Rory smiles at her mother as they proceed to follow the eldest Gilmore's example, and head to the dining room. Not at all surprised to find it empty the two seat themselves in their usual spots across from each other. Rory politely folds her hands in her lap while Lorelei eyes the bottle of wine fashionably centered in the middle of the table. Rory eyes her mother in return.
"No Mom, not yet." Rory says to her mother as if she were some animal in need of obedience. Lorelei pouts before huffing to herself.
"Fine.mother." she mumbles in mock anger under her breath but definitely loud enough for Rory to hear. Before Rory could retort, though, an excited Emily suddenly enters the room, seating herself beside Lorelei, instead of in her usual spot at the end of the table across from Richard. Lorelei gapes at her mother.
"Mom did you forget your spot or something? You *always* sit at the end of the table," Lorelei explains, emphasizing on the 'always'. Emily settles a bit more into her seat before gently placing her hands in her lap.
"I thought it would be polite to give our guest the end seat tonight," she explains simply, not bothering to say anymore. Lorelei begins to question her mother as to whom the mystery guest is, but yet another family member enters the room interrupting her. Richard nods to them all, giving them his usual wide grin he always had when he was excited about something.
"Hey Grandpa," Rory says giving him one of her sweetest smiles, one that usually made Lorelei cringe and grind her teeth. Emily's expression suddenly turns to that of concern as she looks to her husband.
"Richard where's our guest? I was sure he was staying for dinner." she began but was silenced when Richard raised his hand.
"He's using the restroom my dear, no need to fret. He'll be here in a moment," Richard explains as their house chef brings in the food. He merely gives them a nod as he sets down the large, brown cooked goose and their many side dishes. Lorelei unintentionally licks her lips, reaching for her knife and fork in anticipation. Rory smiles at her mother.
"Ah! And here he is!" exclaims Richard, rising to his feet. The entire party turns to look in the direction of the doorway. Rory's mouth suddenly goes dry, and she uses all her strength not to let out a yelp in surprise. Lorelei, after noticing her daughter's reaction, gives her a nudge from beneath the table. Rory is forced to look away and to her mother.
"Tristan I am so glad you decided to stay. Pardon my manners. Girls," Emily says, motioning for the girls to stand as well, "this is Tristan Dugrey, our guest for the evening. He was personally selected by the head master of Chilton to be Richard's new intern. Rory you must know Tristan am I right?" Rory stares at him for a moment, his expression suave and confident. She gently nods her head, not trusting her voice to work without cracking. Rory can see her mother give her a look from the corner of her eye.
"Tristan please take a seat and get as comfortable as you like. I'm excited to hear about this internship with Richard," Emily says as Tristan dutifully seats himself at the end of the table between Lorelei and Rory. The rest of them seat themselves as well. Rory averts a hasty glance in his direction before taking a sip of her water, hoping it will clear her voice so she can contribute to the discussion as usual. Lorelei suddenly nudges her from under the table. Rory looks to her.
Lorelei mouths "you want to make a run for it while we still can?". Rory smiles at her mother, rolling her eyes as she shakes her head no. Lorelei's eyes narrow at her daughter as she again nudges her, this time a little harder. Rory gives her an irritated look. Lorelei begins to mouth something again but Rory stubbornly looks away. She can feel her mother shooting death rays at the side of her head. Emily politely clears her throat, giving Lorelei an incredulous look. The family, and Tristan, promptly begin their meal, all the while Rory tries not to stare at the suddenly tempting blonde beside her.
***
As the meal finishes up Rory feels the knot in her stomach begin to lesson with relief. For the entire meal she had managed as little conversation as possible with Tristan directly. For some unknown reason since that innocent kiss in the janitor's closet, Tristan's whole air of arrogance and that of a charming fellow out for nothing but a good time, is suddenly so undeniably attractive in Rory's eyes. She even had to make sure she crossed her left leg over her right leg so there wasn't any possiblity of her foot accidentally bumping into his leg, or any other body part of his for that matter.
This, of course, did not go unnoticed to Lorelei, whom has a knack for catching onto the slightest difference in her daughter's behavior. As soon as they were mingling about the Gilmore mansion after they had finished dessert, Lorelei didn't waste a second before jumping down Rory's throat with questions, and of course, accusations.
"So what's going on between you and Tristan huh?" Lorelei inquires curiously. Rory, whom had been trying her hardest to avoid this exact conversation, decides it will be best to give her short, witty answers and play dumb.
"What do you mean?" she questions, suddenly looking interested in a painting hanging on the wall above her head. She stops to look it over, and Lorelei is then forced to stop as well.
"I mean exactly what I said. What's going on between you and that Dugrey boy?" Rory's blue eyes flit in her mother's direction before quickly turning back to the painting.
"Nothing's going on," Rory states simply. Lorelei defiantly places her hands on her hips.
"Uh uh missy! There's something going on and I demand to know what!" Rory rolls her eyes.
"Mom, drop it. There's no way in hell that there's anything between us. Do you realize that that's the same Tristan who has been bothering me for the past three years? The one that caused so many problems between Dean and I that I'm sure he was one of the main influences contributing to our breakup?" she explains to her mother, suddenly getting hot and bothered about the subject. Her pearly face was beginning to flush under the emotional stress. Lorelei removes her hands from her hips and instead crosses them across her stomach.
"So-rry! I didn't realize you'd get so worked up over this subject," Lorelei says turning to leave but she suddenly stops and looks back. "But since the subject is Tristan and the fact that its obvious that there's something there proves me not at all surprised by your reaction." She then scurries away to safety. Rory merely stares after her mother, thinking about her words in her head over and over again. Was she right?
"That was a nice dinner wasn't it Mary?" says a seductive, familiar voice from behind. Rory can't help but shiver at the sound of its soft rhythmic ring. She can hear his smirk forming on his perfect lips. Slowly, Rory turns and faces him, forcedly meeting his blue eyes.
"When your under my family's roof, show me the common decency of using my real name," she growls at him through gritted teeth. His smirk only broadens, causing her eyes to narrow angrily. She crosses her arms in defiance.
"Okay sure why not? I'll use your real name.Mary," he says taking a step closer to her. Her brows furrow as her anger deepens. His games aren't working tonight. She takes a large step back, obviously surprising him because his smirk disappears and his eyes darken in anger.
"What's your problem?" he snaps at her. She chews on her bottom lip nervously as she watches his anger quickly build. Her blue eyes stare at him, obviously expressing her sudden rush of fear.
"Tris-tan," she stutters out, "you're scaring me." She takes a couple steps back as she hugs herself with her arms. His eyes immediately soften as he watches her back away from him. Realizing his stupidity he curses himself until his anger is directed at himself.
"Rory I'm so sorry," he says his voice now softer and sympathetic. She stops stepping back, but doesn't move closer. He can see her chewing her lip from across the hall.
"I didn't mean to scare you," he says so quietly it is almost a whisper. Somewhat surprised at his sensitivity and obvious concern for her she uncrosses her arms and takes one small step towards him.
"Its okay Tristan. Just don't do that okay?" He numbly nods his reply. Slightly embarrassed he looks away and studies the same painting she had been looking at earlier. Rory walks to him so she's only a few feet from him.
"You know Tristan, I know your not like that. Mean and snotty. Yeah you can be a little arrogant at times." she says with a small smile, and he can't help but return her infectious smile. "I don't' know why you act the way you do, but you don't have to pretend with me." He looks to her, blue eyes meeting blue eyes in an intense, momentary understanding. He then looks away, remaining silent. Deciding to give him some time to think Rory changes the subject.
"So you're my grandpa's new intern? Who would've known! Tristan Dugrey an intern," she exclaims jokingly nudging his arm. He smirks.
"P-lease Rory, keep this under wraps. I can't let such information be known to the public." He turns back to her, taking a step closer to her. "I'm an important man you know. I've got to keep to my usual reputation." He is standing so close to her, that she can feel his hot, minty breath on her face. She swallows as memories of the other day in the janitors closet flash in her memory. Fighting the urge to press her lips against his, just for one small taste, she steps back. She gives him a weak smile.
"I'll see you around Tristan," she says turning away and walking down the hall. He stares after her as her shapely form goes around the corner and out of his sight.
***
Rory kicks the covers off in frustration. She had woken over an hour ago and had yet to fall back asleep. She is dreaming about him again, and it is driving her crazy. The dreams were so surreal, so realistic, that she wakes up every night with the taste of him in her mouth. She lightly touches her lips with the tips of her fingers, closing her eyes as the dream replays in her mind. Forcing herself to stop thinking so much, she lets out a sigh as she glances at the clock. It reads 4:30. Rolling her eyes she steps out of her bed, knowing that trying to get more sleep would be worthless.
"Its Saturday for goodness sake," she mumbles to herself. "Why can't I sleep in like normal people?" Slowly Rory makes her way out of her room and to the kitchen, where an old cup of coffee sat on the pot. Not bothering to heat the pot up she merely pours herself a cup and plops into the chair. She sits sipping for a couple minutes when suddenly the phone rings, breaking the morning silence with a start. Rory practically jumps from her chair in surprise. She grabs her chest in horror as she picks up the phone.
"Hello?" she asks into the phone breathing hard from the sudden scare.
"I can't take it anymore! In seven hours and 24 minutes we are supposed to be at Henry's wedding. The waiting is killing me Rory!" exclaims Lane into the phone, sounding utterly frantic. Rory quickly cuts in before she can continue to babble.
"Lane, its 4:36 in the morning." she begins but lane continues her rant with no notice of her best friends voice.
"What am I going to do? I bought a wedding gift but I don't think it's the right one. I only have seven hours and 23 minutes to buy a new one." Rory lets her best friend babble on for the next two hours, with nothing but a small smile on her face as she peacefully sips her coffee in the early morning light.
***
Rory sighs, then Lane sighs, and finally Lorelei sighs. Lorelei looks to her daughter and her best friend. The two teens sit on the Gilmore couch, dressed for the wedding, yet they both sit in tense silence.
"Your 'sighs' are contagious you know that Rory," says Lorelei, looking the two over with intense concentration. When they remain silent she takes to her feet and strides to the two.
"Okay up! Up with you all! UP!" Lorelei exclaims grabbing Lane's hand first, then Rory's, then she pulls them to their feet. Lane immediately plops back down.
"I don't wanna go," she whines. Rory sighs once again.
"Come on Lane. We're going to go through with this successfully. All right? You hear me Lane?" Rory explains tugging gently at her best friend's black hair. Lane gives her an irritated look before letting out a defeated sigh. The Korean stands to her feet.
"Yay Lane! Now let's go," Rory says taking her best friend's hand in her own and pulling her towards the door. Lorelei follows them.
"You two have fun okay?" Lorelei says smiling at them. "Lane, you look beautiful. Go get 'em girl!" Rory pouts, causing Lorelei to smirk evilly.
"You look beautiful too!" Lorelei exclaims as she pinches her daughter's cheek. Rory swats her hand away as they walk out the door.
"Bye mom," Rory says quietly as they disappear from the doorway and make their way to the car.
***
After spending nearly twenty minutes of trying to find a parking space, Rory and Lane elegantly enter the packed church with timid smiles planted on their lips. Nodding to familiar faces Rory gently loops her arm with Lane's as she leads her to a pew in the back. Afraid to run into Henry before the wedding officially starts, Lane keeps her eyes lowered, hoping with all hope that her dark hair would conceal her face's unhappy expression. As they seat themselves Rory suddenly lets out a gasp, pulling Lane from her reverie.
"What is it Rory?" Lane asks puzzled. Rory's eyes were wide in surprise as they stare straight at someone standing near the altar. Lane follows her gaze to the altar; still unsure to whom specifically she is staring at. Rory's face quickly contorts from surprise to anger and she visibly flushes.
"I cannot believe him!" she exclaims angrily running her hand through her crimped hair. Lane merely looks confused.
"Who?" Rory continues to babble, completely oblivious to her best friend's presence.
"He's everywhere nowadays! At school, at my grandparents, and now he's at Henry's wedding!
Oh I'm going to give him a piece of my mind!" With that said, Rory stands to her feet and stomps down the aisle towards the altar, leaving Lane behind. Rory stops in front of a blonde-headed boy with is back turned to her. She irritably taps on his shoulder. He turns, and their blue eyes instantly lock.
"What are you doing here Tristan!" Rory exclaims to him in a low whisper. His look of surprise quickly changes to that of amusement. Giving his head a quick shake he gently takes her elbow and steers her away to a secluded corner of the church.
"What are you doing here, Mary," he asks as his eyes travel up and down her figure with interest. His lips uncontrollably part into a broad, genuine smile. *She's beautiful* he thinks to himself. She blushes furiously under his wandering gaze.
"Um." she begins but she quickly recovers her senses. "You're following me aren't you?" she accuses with narrowed eyes. He looks to her in mock hurt.
"Why Mary, why would you think such a thing?" he asks her in an exasperated, but playful, tone. Suddenly, on impulse, he takes her hands in his, gripping them gently, but firmly. His intense eyes, search out her own surprised ones.
"Rory, I can't stop thinking about you. I can't help but want, no need, to taste your lips again. You're killing me Rory." She stares at him wide eyed, her voice caught in her throat. Her stomach drops violently and she swallows loudly. Though his brows are furrowed in intense concentration, his eyes reveal the playfulness in his words. Suppressing the urge to outright smack him, she merely decides to play along.
"Tristan! Oh Tristan why didn't you tell me this before! We have already wasted so much time then! Come, lets hide in the confessional where we can attend to more private matters!" she exclaims as she pulls him towards the confessional perched in the corner of the church. He blinks at her as she reaches for the knob on the confessional door. Then he suddenly realizes her words as they hit his heart with a force unknown to man.
"WHAT?!" he exclaims completely dumbfounded. She turns back to him, her eyes wide and innocent, clueless. She is chewing on her lower lip though, trying to hide the smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. Suddenly, unable to contain herself any longer, she bursts out into hysterical laughter. He merely gapes at her in shock. Unable to speak because of her laughter she merely covers her mouth as she giggles behind her hands. His eyes narrow. Suddenly he grips the confessional's doorknob and swings it open in one swift movement. Without hesitation, he hastily shoves her into it, slamming the door behind her. He can hear her squeal from within.
"Haha that'll teach you to mess with Tristan Dugrey!" he exclaims into the door as he leans against it, preventing her from escape. As she begins to rap irritably on the door from the inside, he merely ignores it, whistling to himself a merry tune.
"Dugrey! You let me out of this damn confessional this instant!" she yells from inside, her voice muffled through the door.
"What was that Mary? Did I just hear you curse under God's roof? Time to confess your sins my lady!" He can hear her huff from inside, and immediately a satisfied smirk crosses his lips. He then hears her groan in frustration. Sighing, he gives in and he swings open the door; he finds her sitting on the bench, looking completely helpless and defeated.
"I didn't realize you'd get so worked up Mary. You know, I like getting the best of you. I should lock you in tight spaces more often," he says with a playful grin. When she doesn't respond and merely continues to stare at her feet, with her hair hiding her face, his smirk disappears. Silently he steps into the confessional, trying his best to ignore the small proximity.
"Uh, look Rory. I'm sorry." he begins but he trails off when her eyes lift and meet his in a steady gaze. The door suddenly slams behind them, yet they do not break from their private reverie. Unable to help himself, his eyes quickly trail down her face and lock on her soft lips. Slowly, he closes the gap from a few feet, to a few inches, seating himself on the small bench beside her. In unison they lick their lips. The silence of the confessional weighs heavily in the air and the only thing audible is their soft breathing, even and completely in unison. Gently he lifts his hands to her face, one perching beneath her chin, and the other gently looping behind her neck. Not resisting his advances she merely leans her face towards his.
When their lips meet, the air in the room instantly becomes electrified. The initial shock of the first soft touch rips through them, surprising them both. Rory, a bit confused but too engrossed in the moment, silently tips her head to the side as their lips tangle gently with each other until the temptation to thoroughly taste him is too strong. She opens her mouth a bit, and he quickly responds by meeting her tongue with his in a gentle, but erotic manner. Rory instantly brings her hands behind his neck, pulling her body closer to his, unable to resist the heat radiating from him.
Surprised at her response to the initial touch, Tristan hesitates, afraid of compromising her innocence, before moving his hand from the bottom of her chin to around her waist, pulling her body against his full force. The simple gesture sends a giant shiver rocketing through his body, and she replies to his touch by letting out a soft groan as their tongues tangle. Unable to get enough of the taste, he increases the speed of their kiss, as his tongue gently strokes throughout the inside of her mouth. Had he known her kisses would be this good, he would've dived right in instead of waiting for so long.
One of her hands slowly trails down from his neck to his chest, where it presses against him in need. He too groans as he feels the excitement of the moment build in his body. Realizing his body's reaction to her touch he abruptly slows the kiss, pulling away from her and cursing to himself. Though, at first, she seems confused, his averted gaze confirms her fears. He is afraid of hurting her. Their breathing eventually slows, but the heat of the small confessional does not lesson. The air continues to hang with intense sexual tension, and Tristan continues to internally fight the urge to loop his fingers through her soft brown hair and kiss her madly.
Tristan slowly brings his eyes to hers, and they share a small moment in complete silence, both holding their breaths. Finally Rory clears her throat, averting her eyes from his strong, and alluring, gaze. The sounds of the quartet perched not far from their present proximity, suddenly fills the confessional and the two are instantly brought back to reality. Slowly, Tristan rises to his feet, and pushes the door open, stepping to the side to give her room to exit the small area.
Unable to formulate complete sentences a mere "lets get back" is heard from Rory as she quickly makes her way towards the center of the church. Hoping their absence has gone unnoticed Tristan makes his way back up to beside the altar, only to find a worried Henry waiting beside the priest. *Crap the ceremony's about to start!* he thinks to himself angrily.
Finding Lane in the spot they had originally sat in before, Rory promptly plops besides her, trying her best to act normal. Although Lane is staring at Henry, she senses her friend's presence almost immediately, and she instantly begins to study Rory's face with interest. Rory looks to her in confusion. "What?" she asks innocently. Lane continues to study her.
"Okay cough it up missy. What the heck happen? Why were you gone so long and with Tristan at that!" Lane asks pressing for the answers and not all too formally. Slightly uncomfortable, Rory looks away from her best friend towards the back of the church, hoping with all hope that the ceremony is about to start. Noticing Rory's hesitation, though, only perks Lane's interest more.
"Oh he's a good kisser isn't he? I can tell by the determined look on your face," Lane continues with a small, pleased, smile. Rory's head immediately snaps around, her eyes wide.
"That's not it at all Lane!" Rory exclaims unable to think of anything else to say. Her face flushes as she realizes her best friend has her figured out too well.
"It wasn't that good." she continues biting her lip and looking past Lane's face in an attempt to avoid her eyes. But from the corner of her eye, she can still see Lane's face light up in excitement.
"I knew it! It was only a matter of time before I got it out of you. So how was it? I mean, was it a good kiss? TELL ME! Details!" Lane exclaims in excitement. Before Rory can continue, though, and much to her relief, the music of "Here Comes the Bride" rings through the church, cutting her off from further comment. Rory sighs as she directs her eyes towards the back of the church, where an elegant Korean bride with her arm linked to her fathers, slowly glides her way towards the center aisle. Rory couldn't help but smile. Lane suddenly stifles a yelp in recognition, disturbing not only Rory's reverie but also the peace of a few patrons surrounding them. Lane gets a few indigent looks.
"Oh my god," Lane says repeatedly. Rory has no other choice but to clamp her hand over her best friend's mouth.
"Hush Lane. Tell me about it after the ceremony," Rory whispers to her in desperation. Slowly pulling her hand away from her mouth, Lane silently nods, but immediately begins to fidget. The bride by then had made her way down the aisle and is now approaching altar. Rory holds her breath as she forces her eyes upon the bride and group, which unfortunately are in the same vicinity as Tristan. Their eyes meet for a brief, electrified, second before he too turns towards the wedding couple.
Lane continues to fidget with her hands, hair, and every body part possible. Rory rams her elbow into her best friend's side, hoping she'll get the hint, but instead she crosses her legs, then uncrosses them, and crosses them again. Finally Rory turns to her in a low growl.
"Lane what's wrong with you!" Rory whispers as more of an accusation than a question. Lane bites her lip for a split second before meeting her eyes.
"I know that girl," she says simply, looking completely and utterly angry. Rory blinks in surprise. "What do you mean you know her?" Rory asks confused.
"I mean I know her. I met her two summers ago at a bible camp. And I remember perfectly clear that I hated her with a passion. Rory he's about to marry the biggest bitch I've ever met!" Lane exclaims very upset at the matter. Rory gently pats her on the shoulder.
"Okay Lane calm down a bit. Henry has his reasons for wanting to marry her. They might not be all that apparent to either of us, but they must be to him. You've got to let this go okay ?" Rory asks in a stern voice. Lane hesitates before nodding slightly. They both look back to the altar where the two were happily saying their vows. Rory can hear her friend sigh heavily beside her.
***
Once the initial service had ended and the cake had been cut the time to mingle among the guests had come. Lane immediately sees this as an opportunity to approach the new bride, but Rory hastily ventures against such an incredibly bad idea. This seems to press Lane even more as she continues to try to convince Rory that talking to her would be all the closure needed.
"Come on Rory! Please let me do this! I need to talk to her," Lane pleads tugging incessantly on the hem of Rory's dress. Rory merely crosses her arms and looks away, obviously refusing to give in. After a bit more pleading Lane finally huffs.
"Well fine. I don't have to listen to you," she says quickly. She then stomps off before Rory can stop her. A frown quickly sets upon Rory's face as her eye's gaze after her retreating friend.
"Didn't your grandmother ever tell you that 'your face just might get stuck like that'," says a smooth voice in her ear. She suddenly jumps in surprise. Tristan merely chuckles from behind her. He deliberately takes a step closer to her, making sure there is full contact between her back and his chest. Rory holds her breath while he continues to speak.
"That was nice earlier wasn't it? I didn't think you had it in you. Being in God's house and all," he says, tickling her ear with his breath. Uncontrollable shivers run through her as he gently runs his finger tips up and down her arms. From behind her, she can practically hear the smirk appearing on his lips. This thought immediately tears her from her reverie, and she steps away from him quickly. Without hesitation she raises her hand to smack him. He catches it in his hand with ease. He stares at her hard, not releasing her hand from his grasp.
"You may be 'Mary', but you're still a teenager," he says before continuing, "and a teenager has those racing hormones running their his or her body. In the case, it's you and me. One of these days you will cave in Rory Gilmore. It's impossible to resist my advances. Tristan Dugrey is simply irresistible," he finishes, smirking broadly. Slowly he steps backwards, never breaking their locked gaze; not until a person walks between them and he seems to vanish.
Rory stares after him for a moment, before shaking her head in an attempt to clear her mind of "Tristan thoughts". She then turns in the direction that Lane had gone before, only to be in full view of the bride and her best friend in hushed conversation under a nearby tree. Slowly, Rory makes her way towards them, still unable to hear their voices until she's a mere couple of feet away. The two don't even notice her presence and they continue conversing.
"Lane, hon, I'm sorry but you have me all wrong. I know two years ago I must have been." the bride pauses a moment before continuing, " bitchy, but I've changed. I'm a completely different person now, and that's all because of Henry. He's great isn't he?" Lane merely gapes at her in utter disbelief.
"Did you not hear me when I said I was his ex-girlfriend? I don't want to hear about how great you think he is. I came here for closure sister, and I'm going to get it from you," Lane exclaims pointing her finger at the young Korean's face. The bride merely blinks.
"I don't understand what you mean?" she asks confused. Lane groans in frustration.
"Just tell me this. Do you love him? I don't just mean, cutsie high- school love. I mean passionate heartfelt love that you know you'll feel for the rest of your life? Do you know for sure that you'll both be happy?" She seems to think for a moment before smiling at Lane.
"I think.no I know that we'll be happy. And I know I love him more than anything else. He's my soul-mate Lane. I love him so much that sometimes it hurts. I know that may sound weird to you, but it's the only way to describe it. Love hurts, but it can also be the most amazing thing you'll ever experience," she says with a broad, warm smile. Lane suddenly swallows and for the first time she realizes Rory's presence.
"Oh my gosh, Rory! I didn't notice you there. Um Rory, this is Natalie. Natalie this is my best friend Rory Gilmore." Rory gives her a smile as the gently embrace in a short hug.
"Congratulations! It has got to be the most thrilling thing, getting marry that is. Especially at such a young age," Rory says politely. Natalie beams and she gently nods her head, causing her veil to swish against her long black hair.
"I never thought I'd be getting married when I was only 18! But I am, and I know I'll never regret it. My parents, surprisingly enough, put me up to this. At first, that is. When the idea of actually marrying Henry was put into reality, I think that's when I realized that it was the right decision. I know that marrying Henry will be the best thing in my life. And I could never be happier." Rory smiles in understanding before glancing at Lane; she too is smiling. Realizing that she has finally received the closure she's been looking for, Lane clears her throat and loops her arms with Rory's.
"Well, I'm genuinely happy for you two. I don't think I realized how happy you two were until just now. Congratulations, again," Lane says politely. Natalie nods her thanks and returns the two girls' generous smiles. As they walk away Lane turns to Rory with a grin.
"You know Rory, I'm glad we came. I really am. I finally got the closure I needed, and now I feel like a weight has been lifted from my shoulders." Rory smiles at her.
"Good for you Lane. Now come on, let's get out of here. All this smiling is starting to make my cheeks hurt."
***
A/N: So what'd you think!? Huh huh? My goodness I spent forever doing this chapter. Since school's finishing up I hope to be working on this more. Please please leave me your thoughts and opinions in a nice little review. I love to hear what people think. Thanks a ton! ~Elise
***
"Rory! Get your skinny little ass out here!" yells Lorelei from the family room where she's currently looking for her purse. "Dammit I need my license to actually drive." she lets her ramble trail off. Suddenly there's a loud bang from Rory's room causing Lorelei to abandon her search and quickly scurry to her daughter's room. She swings open the door to find books strewn across the floor.
"Rory what happen?" Lorelei asks in shock at how messy her daughter's room had suddenly become. "You're room looks like mine!" Rory merely gives her a side-glance as she continues to rush about her room in obvious search of something. Lorelei raises a curious brow at her peculiar child.
"Yo Ike what's up?" Lorelei asks stepping into her room. "What was the loud "BANG"?" Lorelei asks imitating the loud bang with a clap of her hands. Rory stops her search and looks to her mother.
"A book dropped from my dresser," Rory states simply as if it was nothing out of the ordinary. Lorelei stares intently at her daughter's expression. "What is it now?" Rory asks her placing her hands on her hips. Lorelei shakes her head.
"Nothing. What are you lookin' for?" As if suddenly remembering her search Rory begins to look about her room again, a frown firmly placed on her lips.
"I can't find those one earrings." she says letting her sentence trail off as she flings a shirt across the room. Lorelei's eyes follow the shirt.
"Which ones Ike?" Rory continues her search.
"You know those ones with the adorable silverish-heart-shaped-with-a- cute-design-on-them." Rory suddenly lets out a squeal. "Found them!" She triumphantly waves them in her mother's face.
"That's nice hon, but we're already late for dinner as it is. Hey and for a change I can tell Emily its not *my* fault!" Lorelei exclaims with a grin. The two nonchalantly exit the room and make their way to the front door. Lorelei suddenly turns back remembering she has yet to find her purse.
"Mom I'm driving," Rory explains reading her mother's mind. Shrugging, Lorelei follows her daughter out the door and to the car. The skies above seem to churn in a menacing swirl of grays and darker grays. They are waiting to cry their sorrow. The two climb into the car, and Rory pulls it away from the house. When they enter the highway Rory suddenly has a thought.
"Mom.Did you call me "Ike"?"
***
Rory would have normally stopped her mother from repeatedly ringing her grandparent's doorbell but tonight she is too preoccupied to care. Lorelei continues to ring the doorbell until it finally snaps open with violent jerk. Lorelei raises a brow at her mother.
"Why Emily what's got you so peeved this grand evening?" she asks innocently. Emily's frown, if possible, increased at hearing her daughter's sarcastic comment.
"You know that was highly unnecessary Lorelei. Must you insist upon doing this every Friday night? This is our night as a family, and I'd like to keep it peaceful," Emily finishes as she waves them in. As they remove their coats Rory hears a sarcastic mutter sounding much like "when has it ever been peaceful" coming from Lorelei's direction. Rory's lips tug at the corners as she tries not to smile. Emily begins to step away from the two but abruptly stops, her expression plainly showing she has something to say.
"Lorelei, Rory," she looks to the two of them before continuing, "we have a guest for dinner tonight so I would like for both of you to be on your best behavior." With that Mrs. Gilmore walks towards the dining room. Lorelei and Rory look to each other in curiosity. Lorelei raises a brow in curiosity.
"Ooh I wonder who would dare come to a Gilmore dinner!" she exclaims giving an evil grin. Rory smiles at her mother as they proceed to follow the eldest Gilmore's example, and head to the dining room. Not at all surprised to find it empty the two seat themselves in their usual spots across from each other. Rory politely folds her hands in her lap while Lorelei eyes the bottle of wine fashionably centered in the middle of the table. Rory eyes her mother in return.
"No Mom, not yet." Rory says to her mother as if she were some animal in need of obedience. Lorelei pouts before huffing to herself.
"Fine.mother." she mumbles in mock anger under her breath but definitely loud enough for Rory to hear. Before Rory could retort, though, an excited Emily suddenly enters the room, seating herself beside Lorelei, instead of in her usual spot at the end of the table across from Richard. Lorelei gapes at her mother.
"Mom did you forget your spot or something? You *always* sit at the end of the table," Lorelei explains, emphasizing on the 'always'. Emily settles a bit more into her seat before gently placing her hands in her lap.
"I thought it would be polite to give our guest the end seat tonight," she explains simply, not bothering to say anymore. Lorelei begins to question her mother as to whom the mystery guest is, but yet another family member enters the room interrupting her. Richard nods to them all, giving them his usual wide grin he always had when he was excited about something.
"Hey Grandpa," Rory says giving him one of her sweetest smiles, one that usually made Lorelei cringe and grind her teeth. Emily's expression suddenly turns to that of concern as she looks to her husband.
"Richard where's our guest? I was sure he was staying for dinner." she began but was silenced when Richard raised his hand.
"He's using the restroom my dear, no need to fret. He'll be here in a moment," Richard explains as their house chef brings in the food. He merely gives them a nod as he sets down the large, brown cooked goose and their many side dishes. Lorelei unintentionally licks her lips, reaching for her knife and fork in anticipation. Rory smiles at her mother.
"Ah! And here he is!" exclaims Richard, rising to his feet. The entire party turns to look in the direction of the doorway. Rory's mouth suddenly goes dry, and she uses all her strength not to let out a yelp in surprise. Lorelei, after noticing her daughter's reaction, gives her a nudge from beneath the table. Rory is forced to look away and to her mother.
"Tristan I am so glad you decided to stay. Pardon my manners. Girls," Emily says, motioning for the girls to stand as well, "this is Tristan Dugrey, our guest for the evening. He was personally selected by the head master of Chilton to be Richard's new intern. Rory you must know Tristan am I right?" Rory stares at him for a moment, his expression suave and confident. She gently nods her head, not trusting her voice to work without cracking. Rory can see her mother give her a look from the corner of her eye.
"Tristan please take a seat and get as comfortable as you like. I'm excited to hear about this internship with Richard," Emily says as Tristan dutifully seats himself at the end of the table between Lorelei and Rory. The rest of them seat themselves as well. Rory averts a hasty glance in his direction before taking a sip of her water, hoping it will clear her voice so she can contribute to the discussion as usual. Lorelei suddenly nudges her from under the table. Rory looks to her.
Lorelei mouths "you want to make a run for it while we still can?". Rory smiles at her mother, rolling her eyes as she shakes her head no. Lorelei's eyes narrow at her daughter as she again nudges her, this time a little harder. Rory gives her an irritated look. Lorelei begins to mouth something again but Rory stubbornly looks away. She can feel her mother shooting death rays at the side of her head. Emily politely clears her throat, giving Lorelei an incredulous look. The family, and Tristan, promptly begin their meal, all the while Rory tries not to stare at the suddenly tempting blonde beside her.
***
As the meal finishes up Rory feels the knot in her stomach begin to lesson with relief. For the entire meal she had managed as little conversation as possible with Tristan directly. For some unknown reason since that innocent kiss in the janitor's closet, Tristan's whole air of arrogance and that of a charming fellow out for nothing but a good time, is suddenly so undeniably attractive in Rory's eyes. She even had to make sure she crossed her left leg over her right leg so there wasn't any possiblity of her foot accidentally bumping into his leg, or any other body part of his for that matter.
This, of course, did not go unnoticed to Lorelei, whom has a knack for catching onto the slightest difference in her daughter's behavior. As soon as they were mingling about the Gilmore mansion after they had finished dessert, Lorelei didn't waste a second before jumping down Rory's throat with questions, and of course, accusations.
"So what's going on between you and Tristan huh?" Lorelei inquires curiously. Rory, whom had been trying her hardest to avoid this exact conversation, decides it will be best to give her short, witty answers and play dumb.
"What do you mean?" she questions, suddenly looking interested in a painting hanging on the wall above her head. She stops to look it over, and Lorelei is then forced to stop as well.
"I mean exactly what I said. What's going on between you and that Dugrey boy?" Rory's blue eyes flit in her mother's direction before quickly turning back to the painting.
"Nothing's going on," Rory states simply. Lorelei defiantly places her hands on her hips.
"Uh uh missy! There's something going on and I demand to know what!" Rory rolls her eyes.
"Mom, drop it. There's no way in hell that there's anything between us. Do you realize that that's the same Tristan who has been bothering me for the past three years? The one that caused so many problems between Dean and I that I'm sure he was one of the main influences contributing to our breakup?" she explains to her mother, suddenly getting hot and bothered about the subject. Her pearly face was beginning to flush under the emotional stress. Lorelei removes her hands from her hips and instead crosses them across her stomach.
"So-rry! I didn't realize you'd get so worked up over this subject," Lorelei says turning to leave but she suddenly stops and looks back. "But since the subject is Tristan and the fact that its obvious that there's something there proves me not at all surprised by your reaction." She then scurries away to safety. Rory merely stares after her mother, thinking about her words in her head over and over again. Was she right?
"That was a nice dinner wasn't it Mary?" says a seductive, familiar voice from behind. Rory can't help but shiver at the sound of its soft rhythmic ring. She can hear his smirk forming on his perfect lips. Slowly, Rory turns and faces him, forcedly meeting his blue eyes.
"When your under my family's roof, show me the common decency of using my real name," she growls at him through gritted teeth. His smirk only broadens, causing her eyes to narrow angrily. She crosses her arms in defiance.
"Okay sure why not? I'll use your real name.Mary," he says taking a step closer to her. Her brows furrow as her anger deepens. His games aren't working tonight. She takes a large step back, obviously surprising him because his smirk disappears and his eyes darken in anger.
"What's your problem?" he snaps at her. She chews on her bottom lip nervously as she watches his anger quickly build. Her blue eyes stare at him, obviously expressing her sudden rush of fear.
"Tris-tan," she stutters out, "you're scaring me." She takes a couple steps back as she hugs herself with her arms. His eyes immediately soften as he watches her back away from him. Realizing his stupidity he curses himself until his anger is directed at himself.
"Rory I'm so sorry," he says his voice now softer and sympathetic. She stops stepping back, but doesn't move closer. He can see her chewing her lip from across the hall.
"I didn't mean to scare you," he says so quietly it is almost a whisper. Somewhat surprised at his sensitivity and obvious concern for her she uncrosses her arms and takes one small step towards him.
"Its okay Tristan. Just don't do that okay?" He numbly nods his reply. Slightly embarrassed he looks away and studies the same painting she had been looking at earlier. Rory walks to him so she's only a few feet from him.
"You know Tristan, I know your not like that. Mean and snotty. Yeah you can be a little arrogant at times." she says with a small smile, and he can't help but return her infectious smile. "I don't' know why you act the way you do, but you don't have to pretend with me." He looks to her, blue eyes meeting blue eyes in an intense, momentary understanding. He then looks away, remaining silent. Deciding to give him some time to think Rory changes the subject.
"So you're my grandpa's new intern? Who would've known! Tristan Dugrey an intern," she exclaims jokingly nudging his arm. He smirks.
"P-lease Rory, keep this under wraps. I can't let such information be known to the public." He turns back to her, taking a step closer to her. "I'm an important man you know. I've got to keep to my usual reputation." He is standing so close to her, that she can feel his hot, minty breath on her face. She swallows as memories of the other day in the janitors closet flash in her memory. Fighting the urge to press her lips against his, just for one small taste, she steps back. She gives him a weak smile.
"I'll see you around Tristan," she says turning away and walking down the hall. He stares after her as her shapely form goes around the corner and out of his sight.
***
Rory kicks the covers off in frustration. She had woken over an hour ago and had yet to fall back asleep. She is dreaming about him again, and it is driving her crazy. The dreams were so surreal, so realistic, that she wakes up every night with the taste of him in her mouth. She lightly touches her lips with the tips of her fingers, closing her eyes as the dream replays in her mind. Forcing herself to stop thinking so much, she lets out a sigh as she glances at the clock. It reads 4:30. Rolling her eyes she steps out of her bed, knowing that trying to get more sleep would be worthless.
"Its Saturday for goodness sake," she mumbles to herself. "Why can't I sleep in like normal people?" Slowly Rory makes her way out of her room and to the kitchen, where an old cup of coffee sat on the pot. Not bothering to heat the pot up she merely pours herself a cup and plops into the chair. She sits sipping for a couple minutes when suddenly the phone rings, breaking the morning silence with a start. Rory practically jumps from her chair in surprise. She grabs her chest in horror as she picks up the phone.
"Hello?" she asks into the phone breathing hard from the sudden scare.
"I can't take it anymore! In seven hours and 24 minutes we are supposed to be at Henry's wedding. The waiting is killing me Rory!" exclaims Lane into the phone, sounding utterly frantic. Rory quickly cuts in before she can continue to babble.
"Lane, its 4:36 in the morning." she begins but lane continues her rant with no notice of her best friends voice.
"What am I going to do? I bought a wedding gift but I don't think it's the right one. I only have seven hours and 23 minutes to buy a new one." Rory lets her best friend babble on for the next two hours, with nothing but a small smile on her face as she peacefully sips her coffee in the early morning light.
***
Rory sighs, then Lane sighs, and finally Lorelei sighs. Lorelei looks to her daughter and her best friend. The two teens sit on the Gilmore couch, dressed for the wedding, yet they both sit in tense silence.
"Your 'sighs' are contagious you know that Rory," says Lorelei, looking the two over with intense concentration. When they remain silent she takes to her feet and strides to the two.
"Okay up! Up with you all! UP!" Lorelei exclaims grabbing Lane's hand first, then Rory's, then she pulls them to their feet. Lane immediately plops back down.
"I don't wanna go," she whines. Rory sighs once again.
"Come on Lane. We're going to go through with this successfully. All right? You hear me Lane?" Rory explains tugging gently at her best friend's black hair. Lane gives her an irritated look before letting out a defeated sigh. The Korean stands to her feet.
"Yay Lane! Now let's go," Rory says taking her best friend's hand in her own and pulling her towards the door. Lorelei follows them.
"You two have fun okay?" Lorelei says smiling at them. "Lane, you look beautiful. Go get 'em girl!" Rory pouts, causing Lorelei to smirk evilly.
"You look beautiful too!" Lorelei exclaims as she pinches her daughter's cheek. Rory swats her hand away as they walk out the door.
"Bye mom," Rory says quietly as they disappear from the doorway and make their way to the car.
***
After spending nearly twenty minutes of trying to find a parking space, Rory and Lane elegantly enter the packed church with timid smiles planted on their lips. Nodding to familiar faces Rory gently loops her arm with Lane's as she leads her to a pew in the back. Afraid to run into Henry before the wedding officially starts, Lane keeps her eyes lowered, hoping with all hope that her dark hair would conceal her face's unhappy expression. As they seat themselves Rory suddenly lets out a gasp, pulling Lane from her reverie.
"What is it Rory?" Lane asks puzzled. Rory's eyes were wide in surprise as they stare straight at someone standing near the altar. Lane follows her gaze to the altar; still unsure to whom specifically she is staring at. Rory's face quickly contorts from surprise to anger and she visibly flushes.
"I cannot believe him!" she exclaims angrily running her hand through her crimped hair. Lane merely looks confused.
"Who?" Rory continues to babble, completely oblivious to her best friend's presence.
"He's everywhere nowadays! At school, at my grandparents, and now he's at Henry's wedding!
Oh I'm going to give him a piece of my mind!" With that said, Rory stands to her feet and stomps down the aisle towards the altar, leaving Lane behind. Rory stops in front of a blonde-headed boy with is back turned to her. She irritably taps on his shoulder. He turns, and their blue eyes instantly lock.
"What are you doing here Tristan!" Rory exclaims to him in a low whisper. His look of surprise quickly changes to that of amusement. Giving his head a quick shake he gently takes her elbow and steers her away to a secluded corner of the church.
"What are you doing here, Mary," he asks as his eyes travel up and down her figure with interest. His lips uncontrollably part into a broad, genuine smile. *She's beautiful* he thinks to himself. She blushes furiously under his wandering gaze.
"Um." she begins but she quickly recovers her senses. "You're following me aren't you?" she accuses with narrowed eyes. He looks to her in mock hurt.
"Why Mary, why would you think such a thing?" he asks her in an exasperated, but playful, tone. Suddenly, on impulse, he takes her hands in his, gripping them gently, but firmly. His intense eyes, search out her own surprised ones.
"Rory, I can't stop thinking about you. I can't help but want, no need, to taste your lips again. You're killing me Rory." She stares at him wide eyed, her voice caught in her throat. Her stomach drops violently and she swallows loudly. Though his brows are furrowed in intense concentration, his eyes reveal the playfulness in his words. Suppressing the urge to outright smack him, she merely decides to play along.
"Tristan! Oh Tristan why didn't you tell me this before! We have already wasted so much time then! Come, lets hide in the confessional where we can attend to more private matters!" she exclaims as she pulls him towards the confessional perched in the corner of the church. He blinks at her as she reaches for the knob on the confessional door. Then he suddenly realizes her words as they hit his heart with a force unknown to man.
"WHAT?!" he exclaims completely dumbfounded. She turns back to him, her eyes wide and innocent, clueless. She is chewing on her lower lip though, trying to hide the smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. Suddenly, unable to contain herself any longer, she bursts out into hysterical laughter. He merely gapes at her in shock. Unable to speak because of her laughter she merely covers her mouth as she giggles behind her hands. His eyes narrow. Suddenly he grips the confessional's doorknob and swings it open in one swift movement. Without hesitation, he hastily shoves her into it, slamming the door behind her. He can hear her squeal from within.
"Haha that'll teach you to mess with Tristan Dugrey!" he exclaims into the door as he leans against it, preventing her from escape. As she begins to rap irritably on the door from the inside, he merely ignores it, whistling to himself a merry tune.
"Dugrey! You let me out of this damn confessional this instant!" she yells from inside, her voice muffled through the door.
"What was that Mary? Did I just hear you curse under God's roof? Time to confess your sins my lady!" He can hear her huff from inside, and immediately a satisfied smirk crosses his lips. He then hears her groan in frustration. Sighing, he gives in and he swings open the door; he finds her sitting on the bench, looking completely helpless and defeated.
"I didn't realize you'd get so worked up Mary. You know, I like getting the best of you. I should lock you in tight spaces more often," he says with a playful grin. When she doesn't respond and merely continues to stare at her feet, with her hair hiding her face, his smirk disappears. Silently he steps into the confessional, trying his best to ignore the small proximity.
"Uh, look Rory. I'm sorry." he begins but he trails off when her eyes lift and meet his in a steady gaze. The door suddenly slams behind them, yet they do not break from their private reverie. Unable to help himself, his eyes quickly trail down her face and lock on her soft lips. Slowly, he closes the gap from a few feet, to a few inches, seating himself on the small bench beside her. In unison they lick their lips. The silence of the confessional weighs heavily in the air and the only thing audible is their soft breathing, even and completely in unison. Gently he lifts his hands to her face, one perching beneath her chin, and the other gently looping behind her neck. Not resisting his advances she merely leans her face towards his.
When their lips meet, the air in the room instantly becomes electrified. The initial shock of the first soft touch rips through them, surprising them both. Rory, a bit confused but too engrossed in the moment, silently tips her head to the side as their lips tangle gently with each other until the temptation to thoroughly taste him is too strong. She opens her mouth a bit, and he quickly responds by meeting her tongue with his in a gentle, but erotic manner. Rory instantly brings her hands behind his neck, pulling her body closer to his, unable to resist the heat radiating from him.
Surprised at her response to the initial touch, Tristan hesitates, afraid of compromising her innocence, before moving his hand from the bottom of her chin to around her waist, pulling her body against his full force. The simple gesture sends a giant shiver rocketing through his body, and she replies to his touch by letting out a soft groan as their tongues tangle. Unable to get enough of the taste, he increases the speed of their kiss, as his tongue gently strokes throughout the inside of her mouth. Had he known her kisses would be this good, he would've dived right in instead of waiting for so long.
One of her hands slowly trails down from his neck to his chest, where it presses against him in need. He too groans as he feels the excitement of the moment build in his body. Realizing his body's reaction to her touch he abruptly slows the kiss, pulling away from her and cursing to himself. Though, at first, she seems confused, his averted gaze confirms her fears. He is afraid of hurting her. Their breathing eventually slows, but the heat of the small confessional does not lesson. The air continues to hang with intense sexual tension, and Tristan continues to internally fight the urge to loop his fingers through her soft brown hair and kiss her madly.
Tristan slowly brings his eyes to hers, and they share a small moment in complete silence, both holding their breaths. Finally Rory clears her throat, averting her eyes from his strong, and alluring, gaze. The sounds of the quartet perched not far from their present proximity, suddenly fills the confessional and the two are instantly brought back to reality. Slowly, Tristan rises to his feet, and pushes the door open, stepping to the side to give her room to exit the small area.
Unable to formulate complete sentences a mere "lets get back" is heard from Rory as she quickly makes her way towards the center of the church. Hoping their absence has gone unnoticed Tristan makes his way back up to beside the altar, only to find a worried Henry waiting beside the priest. *Crap the ceremony's about to start!* he thinks to himself angrily.
Finding Lane in the spot they had originally sat in before, Rory promptly plops besides her, trying her best to act normal. Although Lane is staring at Henry, she senses her friend's presence almost immediately, and she instantly begins to study Rory's face with interest. Rory looks to her in confusion. "What?" she asks innocently. Lane continues to study her.
"Okay cough it up missy. What the heck happen? Why were you gone so long and with Tristan at that!" Lane asks pressing for the answers and not all too formally. Slightly uncomfortable, Rory looks away from her best friend towards the back of the church, hoping with all hope that the ceremony is about to start. Noticing Rory's hesitation, though, only perks Lane's interest more.
"Oh he's a good kisser isn't he? I can tell by the determined look on your face," Lane continues with a small, pleased, smile. Rory's head immediately snaps around, her eyes wide.
"That's not it at all Lane!" Rory exclaims unable to think of anything else to say. Her face flushes as she realizes her best friend has her figured out too well.
"It wasn't that good." she continues biting her lip and looking past Lane's face in an attempt to avoid her eyes. But from the corner of her eye, she can still see Lane's face light up in excitement.
"I knew it! It was only a matter of time before I got it out of you. So how was it? I mean, was it a good kiss? TELL ME! Details!" Lane exclaims in excitement. Before Rory can continue, though, and much to her relief, the music of "Here Comes the Bride" rings through the church, cutting her off from further comment. Rory sighs as she directs her eyes towards the back of the church, where an elegant Korean bride with her arm linked to her fathers, slowly glides her way towards the center aisle. Rory couldn't help but smile. Lane suddenly stifles a yelp in recognition, disturbing not only Rory's reverie but also the peace of a few patrons surrounding them. Lane gets a few indigent looks.
"Oh my god," Lane says repeatedly. Rory has no other choice but to clamp her hand over her best friend's mouth.
"Hush Lane. Tell me about it after the ceremony," Rory whispers to her in desperation. Slowly pulling her hand away from her mouth, Lane silently nods, but immediately begins to fidget. The bride by then had made her way down the aisle and is now approaching altar. Rory holds her breath as she forces her eyes upon the bride and group, which unfortunately are in the same vicinity as Tristan. Their eyes meet for a brief, electrified, second before he too turns towards the wedding couple.
Lane continues to fidget with her hands, hair, and every body part possible. Rory rams her elbow into her best friend's side, hoping she'll get the hint, but instead she crosses her legs, then uncrosses them, and crosses them again. Finally Rory turns to her in a low growl.
"Lane what's wrong with you!" Rory whispers as more of an accusation than a question. Lane bites her lip for a split second before meeting her eyes.
"I know that girl," she says simply, looking completely and utterly angry. Rory blinks in surprise. "What do you mean you know her?" Rory asks confused.
"I mean I know her. I met her two summers ago at a bible camp. And I remember perfectly clear that I hated her with a passion. Rory he's about to marry the biggest bitch I've ever met!" Lane exclaims very upset at the matter. Rory gently pats her on the shoulder.
"Okay Lane calm down a bit. Henry has his reasons for wanting to marry her. They might not be all that apparent to either of us, but they must be to him. You've got to let this go okay ?" Rory asks in a stern voice. Lane hesitates before nodding slightly. They both look back to the altar where the two were happily saying their vows. Rory can hear her friend sigh heavily beside her.
***
Once the initial service had ended and the cake had been cut the time to mingle among the guests had come. Lane immediately sees this as an opportunity to approach the new bride, but Rory hastily ventures against such an incredibly bad idea. This seems to press Lane even more as she continues to try to convince Rory that talking to her would be all the closure needed.
"Come on Rory! Please let me do this! I need to talk to her," Lane pleads tugging incessantly on the hem of Rory's dress. Rory merely crosses her arms and looks away, obviously refusing to give in. After a bit more pleading Lane finally huffs.
"Well fine. I don't have to listen to you," she says quickly. She then stomps off before Rory can stop her. A frown quickly sets upon Rory's face as her eye's gaze after her retreating friend.
"Didn't your grandmother ever tell you that 'your face just might get stuck like that'," says a smooth voice in her ear. She suddenly jumps in surprise. Tristan merely chuckles from behind her. He deliberately takes a step closer to her, making sure there is full contact between her back and his chest. Rory holds her breath while he continues to speak.
"That was nice earlier wasn't it? I didn't think you had it in you. Being in God's house and all," he says, tickling her ear with his breath. Uncontrollable shivers run through her as he gently runs his finger tips up and down her arms. From behind her, she can practically hear the smirk appearing on his lips. This thought immediately tears her from her reverie, and she steps away from him quickly. Without hesitation she raises her hand to smack him. He catches it in his hand with ease. He stares at her hard, not releasing her hand from his grasp.
"You may be 'Mary', but you're still a teenager," he says before continuing, "and a teenager has those racing hormones running their his or her body. In the case, it's you and me. One of these days you will cave in Rory Gilmore. It's impossible to resist my advances. Tristan Dugrey is simply irresistible," he finishes, smirking broadly. Slowly he steps backwards, never breaking their locked gaze; not until a person walks between them and he seems to vanish.
Rory stares after him for a moment, before shaking her head in an attempt to clear her mind of "Tristan thoughts". She then turns in the direction that Lane had gone before, only to be in full view of the bride and her best friend in hushed conversation under a nearby tree. Slowly, Rory makes her way towards them, still unable to hear their voices until she's a mere couple of feet away. The two don't even notice her presence and they continue conversing.
"Lane, hon, I'm sorry but you have me all wrong. I know two years ago I must have been." the bride pauses a moment before continuing, " bitchy, but I've changed. I'm a completely different person now, and that's all because of Henry. He's great isn't he?" Lane merely gapes at her in utter disbelief.
"Did you not hear me when I said I was his ex-girlfriend? I don't want to hear about how great you think he is. I came here for closure sister, and I'm going to get it from you," Lane exclaims pointing her finger at the young Korean's face. The bride merely blinks.
"I don't understand what you mean?" she asks confused. Lane groans in frustration.
"Just tell me this. Do you love him? I don't just mean, cutsie high- school love. I mean passionate heartfelt love that you know you'll feel for the rest of your life? Do you know for sure that you'll both be happy?" She seems to think for a moment before smiling at Lane.
"I think.no I know that we'll be happy. And I know I love him more than anything else. He's my soul-mate Lane. I love him so much that sometimes it hurts. I know that may sound weird to you, but it's the only way to describe it. Love hurts, but it can also be the most amazing thing you'll ever experience," she says with a broad, warm smile. Lane suddenly swallows and for the first time she realizes Rory's presence.
"Oh my gosh, Rory! I didn't notice you there. Um Rory, this is Natalie. Natalie this is my best friend Rory Gilmore." Rory gives her a smile as the gently embrace in a short hug.
"Congratulations! It has got to be the most thrilling thing, getting marry that is. Especially at such a young age," Rory says politely. Natalie beams and she gently nods her head, causing her veil to swish against her long black hair.
"I never thought I'd be getting married when I was only 18! But I am, and I know I'll never regret it. My parents, surprisingly enough, put me up to this. At first, that is. When the idea of actually marrying Henry was put into reality, I think that's when I realized that it was the right decision. I know that marrying Henry will be the best thing in my life. And I could never be happier." Rory smiles in understanding before glancing at Lane; she too is smiling. Realizing that she has finally received the closure she's been looking for, Lane clears her throat and loops her arms with Rory's.
"Well, I'm genuinely happy for you two. I don't think I realized how happy you two were until just now. Congratulations, again," Lane says politely. Natalie nods her thanks and returns the two girls' generous smiles. As they walk away Lane turns to Rory with a grin.
"You know Rory, I'm glad we came. I really am. I finally got the closure I needed, and now I feel like a weight has been lifted from my shoulders." Rory smiles at her.
"Good for you Lane. Now come on, let's get out of here. All this smiling is starting to make my cheeks hurt."
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A/N: So what'd you think!? Huh huh? My goodness I spent forever doing this chapter. Since school's finishing up I hope to be working on this more. Please please leave me your thoughts and opinions in a nice little review. I love to hear what people think. Thanks a ton! ~Elise