part 3 Name: Meg (tenismyidea@hotmail.com)
part 4 Thursday Noontime "Hello? The elder and wiser Lorelai speaking." Lorelai chirped into the phone, after she found it. "Hi, Lorelai, this is Tristan." "Oh, hello, Evil One. Rory's at Lane's right now, do you want me to take a message? By the way, thanks for not saying Ms. Gilmore. You earned brownie points." "Good to know. No, I was hoping to speak to you anyway." "Me? Hmm, well I hope this is no evil plan, Bible Boy." "It's a plan, but not evil. I will need your help, though." "Well, I can hear you out, but I can't promise getting Rory to like you or anything. I can change her mind quickly, but I can't work miracles." Lorelai said, sounding serious. "Ouch. No, you don't have to do anything like that." "Okay, then shoot!" Now she was back to her hyperactive voice. "I know that Rory just lost Dean and I first of all, want you to know that I like Rory alot. I've made that clear, at least I think, to her, and she wants friendship only. But I like that idea, too, because, as I understand, she needs a little social shove at Chilton. Which I have to offer. But I need to gain her trust, first. Now, this is where you come in. My intentions are good, so you know......"
"Hey, Luke!" Rory greeted. Luke grunted. "Okay, I'm guessing that meant, 'Rory, can I take your order?' Why, thank you, Luke, I'll have the biggest coffee you have." "No." "Luke! I haven't had ANY today, none at all! I promise! Lane can tell you!" Rory begged. "Yep, she stayed over, and you know how my mom is about coffee. Or any food, really." "Fine, but that's it for today!" Luke growled. He handed Rory some coffee. "Where's your mother? It's about time for her second begging session to begin, anyway." "Miss us much, Luke?" Rory giggled. "I don't know where she is, really." Luke grunted again. "Hey, Lukey, where's Jess?" Rory asked sweetly. "Upstairs." "Great. Thanks. Come on, Lane." Jess opened the door when it was being pounded on repeatedly. "What's going on out here?" Jess asked in surprise. "Do you have manners? Knock once! Once!" "Sorry," Rory offered. She gave him a sweet smile. Jess saw the smile and wasn't mad anymore, he smiled back. "It's okay. Hey Lane. Come on in, guys." "So, Jess, why aren't you helping Luke out?" Rory asked. "Three's a crowd?" Jess returned. Rory realized that besides her and Lane, there was only one other customer in there today. "Oh, right, sorry." Jess ran a hand through his thick, dark hair and looked over at Rory. She looked so sweet with her cheeks rosy from the cold, her blue eyes sparkling as she observed Luke's apartment, and her long, shiny, coffee colored locks swaying with every head movement. "So, why so anxious to leave that party, Lor?" Jess asked. He called her Lor for short for Lorelai. He liked the nickname better than 'Ror'. Rory sighed and frowned at the same time. "Tristan." "Ah, say no more. Evil One." Jess acknowledged. "Yeah. Oh no!" Rory gasped. "I'm out of coffee!" She pouted towards the cup and started to head out the door. "I'll get it!" Lane chimed in. She had been silent, so far. She knew what had happened at the party, already. Rory even told her about the kiss. "Thanks!" Lane exited and Rory looked at Jess."Did I say thank-you for the ride? That would be really rude if I didn't." "Yeah, only a hundred times." "Oh, sorry." "Lor, stop being so polite!" Jess wasn't used to this much kindness or politeness. But he thought it was adorable of Rory to do that. He smiled at her. "Okay, I'll be really mean." "Impossible!" Jess gasped. Rory couldn't help but think that he looked so cute like that. She was the only one he would show this sweet side to. "I can be mean." "Yeah, right. And Tristan can be nice." "Well, no, but I can so be mean, you---you---idiot!" "Ouch, I may never forgive you!" Jess rolled his eyes. "Yes you will, because you're too stupid to not forgive me!" Rory threw back. "I will never get over that one! Lor, you suck at being mean." "And you suck at being smart!" "Are you calling me stupid?" "Yes, dumbass." "Yeah, because only a stupid person would do this," Jess grabbed Rory and pulled her to him, and then gently laid his lips on hers. She didn't know what to do, so she kissed back. Before she knew it, they were playing tonsil-hockey and she liked it. His lips were so soft and gentle, yet they could be demanding and rebellious. Just like he was, and that's what had attracted her to him since their first meeting. And his tongue seemed to want to explore her whole mouth. She eagerly pressed him closer. "I have coffee!" Lane barged in, and they pulled apart quickly, but she had seen. Rory blushed and Jess grinned. Lane pretended not to notice, but wasn't doing a good job. "Well, I had to fight Luke for it, but here you go, Rory." "Thanks," Rory said meekly. She glanced at Jess and he was staring at her in a longing way. This did not go unnoticed by Lane. "Of course, you might not want to drink it. It would spoil the Jess taste." Lane grinned mischieviously and Rory blushed. "Lane!" Rory said, surprised. "Rory!" Lane mocked "It's not like Jess doesn't know. I mean, he was there." "Okay, new topic." Rory interrupted. "How 'bout hockey? Tonsil hockey?" Lane asked innocently.
"You wanted to see me, sir?" The family's interior decarator smiled sweetly at Tristan. They all used fake politeness because it paid. "Yes, Marissa. We're going to have a visitor stay for a while. On and off, anyways. Well, I want to make this person as comfortable as possible. So, I have some ideas for the room. First---" Tristan began his long list of ideas and a few hours later, he and Marissa had a definite plan on which she was getting started on right away. "Okay, Mr. DuGrey, it should take about two weeks." "Two weeks? She might be here before then. How 'bout one. I know you have connections." "I'm sorry, sir, for this kind---" Tristan interrupted her. "Make it one week and there will be an extra bonus for you after this is finished." "Consider it done." Marissa smiled and left quickly. "Damn gold-digger," Tristan muttered under his breath.
"Rorrryyyy!!! Rooorrrryyy!!!" Lorelai squealed. "Waakkkeee upp!! It's Christmas!" Rory groaned and tried shutting out the nose with her pillow, but it didn't work. "Argh!!!" She sat up and looked at her alarm. *Seven in the morning. Dammit.* Rory dragged herself out of bed and walked clumsily to the kitchen. "Mom, how many pots of coffee have you already had?" "Pots? Isn't that a little much?" Lorelai asked. "Not for you." "Okay, one pot!" "How long have you been up?" "Thirty minutes..." Lorelai agreed guiltily. "Mom! That's a little much! Give me some, stingy!" "Fine! Here you go, Sleeping Ugly." Rory glared at her mom but said nothing as she sipped her coffee. She closed her eyes and breathed in its intoxicating scent. After gulping down two mugs, she was just as hyper as her mother. "Let's open presents, now!" Lorelai giggled and ran to the living room, and Rory followed. An hour and miles of wrapping paper later, they were done. Rory had gotten a laptop, another copy of Willy Wonka, lots of expensive coffee beans, along with a coffee maker and lots of mugs (for going to college with) Lorelai had received jewelry from Rory and alot of coffee assortments, also. They were giggling and playing with their gifts when Rory went to take a shower. Lorelai made sure the bathroom door was shut before rushing to the front door and peeking outside. "Hi, okay, she's in the shower now, coast clear!" Lorelai said excitedly. "Thanks again, Lorelai." Tristan answered. "No big. So you're Tristan, huh? I finally get to meet oh Evil One. I guess you pass my inspection." "Pass? Usually red carpets are being laid down in front of me for my good looks." Tristan joked. Lorelai was the most easy going adult he'd ever been around and it felt good since he could never be like this with his parents. "And now I meet the ego! Well, hurry up and get ready. Rory's not one to take forever to doll up and so on." Tristan took his place behind a large box standing against a wall. The box was wrapped with Christmas paper. Lorelai stood nearby and called out to Rory. Tristan could see out of the box with holes he had poked because he wanted to stare at her while she wasn't aware of it. "Loompa!! Loompa!" Lorelai shouted from her spot. "You forgot one present!" "Calm down, Oompa! I'm coming." Tristan finally heard her sweet voice. It had only been two days, but it had torn him up. He sighed and waited for her to make an entrance. Finally he saw her walking out. She was wearing 'around the house' shorts which were very short for her, and a white tank top. Of course, she had planned on being around her Mom. "Mom, how did I miss this one?" Rory said staring at the big box. "You were around too much coffee, dearie." "Oh yeah! So do I just tear off the paper, or what?" "Just go ahead, do something." Rory headed towards the box and reached up to start at the top when the box was quickly flying across the room. Tristan stood there smiling at her. Rory gasped and took a step back. She looked at a laughing Lorelai and back at Tristan who was still smiling at her. "Mom! You got me a male stripper! It looks alot like Evil One, you know." "Mary, Mary, I know you want to see me naked, but you must be patient. There's plenty of time for that, later." Tristan smirked. "But I want you now!" Rory pouted. She was joking around, but managed to pull off a convincing face. Tristan raised his eyebrows at Rory. "Who doesn't?" He sighed. "But, if you insist..." He turned to Lorelai. "Lorelai, could you give us a second?" Rory couldn't take it anymore. She laughed and laughed until tears ran down her face. Tristan even laughed, too, although he was somewhat dissapointed. He knew she had been joking, but there was always hope. Lorelai, who had been observing the whole scene with raised eyebrows, was giggling, then she interrupted. "No, hun, it's not a male stripper. It's Tristan, but close. Anyway, Rory, you made him sound so...so...unbearable!" "Well, he is!" Rory defended herself. "But he's pretty!" Lorelai squealed. "Honestly, my daughter has the worst taste! How could you leave out such an important fact? Especially to your dear mother, who has no life, and is determined to life through you?" "Because.... he's not?" Rory asked meekly. She glanced at Tristan who was staring at her in disbelief. "Take another look, Mar!" Tristan said while pointing to himself and turning around, to give the full effect. "I can't believe my own flesh and blood doesn't check out guys!" Lorelai looked thoroughly shocked. "I do too!" Rory argued. "Yeah, just as much as Luke does." "Mom! That's not fair! Why do I get dissed for not being sleazy?" "Well, Mary, I prefer you that way. I'm sick of sleazy girls." "Thank you, Tristan! See, mom. Okay, now someone explain this present to me." Rory said while pointing at Tristan. Tristan looked at Lorelai who decided to take the responsibility. "Rory, honey, Tristan and I have been talking and we came to a good conclusion to everything. Tristan wants to help you, no strings attached, and I want to do what's best for you. So, we've decided that you stay with Tristan for a while." Rory couldn't believe her ears. This would be too weird. "Did I hear right? Stay with Tristan? As in, his house?" Lorelai sighed. "Yeah. His house is always empty, and he needs company, and, frankly, so do you. Plus, he's nice, and has assured me his intentions are good." "I have company! I have Lane and Jess!" "Chilton company, Rory. Come on, honey. For mommy. Tristan informed me his family has so much coffee, they need someone to drink it." "Yeah, and pretty much every kind there is." Tristan added. Rory paused thinking hard, biting her lip. "For how long?" "I don't know. But we'll see how things go." Lorelai said. "Well, when do I leave?" "The room will be ready Thursday," Tristan said "Room?" Rory asked. "You have to live somewhere, dont' you?" Tristan returned. "Yeah, but a room is being prepared? Oh no, please don't go through a lot of trouble just for me. Hell, a couch is fine." "Ror, I want to. I need something fun to do. Relax." Tristan said soothingly. Lorelai cut in. "Rory, what do you mean you have Jess? I thought we agreed that Mommy doesn't like him." "You said I could be friends with him, and I am." Rory said nonchalantly. Tristan remembered Jess from the party, and hoped Rory wasn't interested in him. As though on cue, Jess appeared in the living room. "Hey Jess! Come in!" Rory piped up. Jess entered casually, eyeing Tristan. "Hey, Lor." "Excuse me?" Lorelai said. "You're excused." Jess answered. "No, I mean, I didn't realize me and you were on a nickname basis." Lorelai confirmed. "That we're not. I call Rory 'Lor'. Her name is Lorelai, right?" Jess answered. Rory glared at her mother who was purposely being rude to Jess. "Mom! Be nice!" Rory scolded. "But, Loompa! It's sooo hard!" "Then go to your room." Rory said firmly. "What? But--- Okay, I'll be good." "No you won't. Go!" "You're mean." Lorelai stuck her tongue out at Rory as she retreated upstairs. Tristan threw Rory curious glances while Jess looked as though this was normal. Rory looked at Tristan, then remembered something. She left the room and came back with a small square package. "Here's your present, Tristan." "Thanks, Ror." Tristan smiled at her. It was so sweet of her to remember him like this. She didn't even know when she'd see him again, and yet, she had bought him a present. "Here you go, Jess." Rory handed Jess a package, also. Tristan remembered the thing he wrote for Rory and reached in his pocket and handed her the envelope. Tristan opened his package from Rory. Inside, was a cd with a collection of PJ Harvey songs and a note taped to the cd that read:
Thank you for everything. I'm sorry about that day.
Tristan smiled and pocketed the note. It was the best present he'd gotten all Christmas, even better than his new car, simply because Rory presented hers out of affection, not obligation. Tristan felt so appreciated all of a sudden. He had never felt this way before. How could he feel this way before? His parents were so cold. He walked up to Rory and hugged her, stroking her silky hair. "Thanks, Ror." He hugged her tighter and then let go. Rory was a little shocked at the way her body felt in his arms. She didn't expect to feel that way about him. Jess opened his present to find her own copy of Fountainhead in it. He looked at Rory curiously. "Lor, I thought we decided I wasn't capable of reading this?" "Oh, Jess! That's my copy, it will be easier!" "Well I could tell it was special, but how will it be easier?" "I wrote notes in the margins," Rory leaned over his shoulder and pointed as Jess flipped through the book. "Okay, I'll give it another shot. Geez, the things a Gilmore Girl can get a guy to do!" Rory squealed and hugged Jess. Needless to say, Jess's eyes got big and he smiled. She usually didn't touch him at all. Tristan saw this and grinned at Jess's reaction. *Yeah, the things she's already gotten me to do! Geez!* Rory eagerly opened Tristan's envelope to find two keys and a note, handwritten. He had nice handwriting. The note read:
Rory smiled at Tristan. "What's the key?" "You have to find out." Tristan smiled. He wanted to tell her, but Jess was right there, and he didn't want to cause any jealously. No, he wouldn't mess up this time. Rory looked curiously over at Tristan while Jess flipped through the book. Tristan tried to mouth something to her, but she couldn't tell. "Oh, Lor, almost forgot." Jess said. "Here." He handed her a card that read.
"Coffee!! Thanks, Jess. I knew there was a reason I made friends with the Coffee God's nephew." Rory smiled at him. "I guess I'll get going, Lor. Lots of commotion to strike up. After all, it is Christmas. Don't forget tonight. You, Me, Lane." "Okay," Rory called after him. Then she turned to Tristan. "The key?" "Oh, the first one is to your room at my house. The second one is to my house." "You trust me with these?" "But of course, Mary." "Tristan?" "Hmmm?" "Well, there's this one thing--- I need to do--- but you might not want me to." "Oh? What?" "Well, um---" Rory pointed at the archway where mistletoe was hanging. "Oh," Tristan said. He pulled Rory to him and whispered "Merry Christmas, Mary." Then he gently pressed his lips to hers briefly before pulling away. Rory was a little disappointed. His breath on her neck had made her melt and his soft, experienced lips felt so good, so right, that she never wanted to pull away. "Well?" Tristan asked. "Well what?" "I expected you to slap me or yell at me or something." "But I told you to do it." "I would have done it, anyway." Rory blushed and looked at her shoes. This whole living with Tristan thing was definitely going to be something else.
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I Must Be Dreaming
By: Meg-Soggy-Rice
I originally wrote this for and posted it on stars-hollow.net but i decided to put it here, too. Rory has to get over a tragic event, and is offered a lot of help by someone who really cares, cute story. I wrote it a while back and copied it directly from
Rated: Fiction T - English - Romance/Humor - Chapters: 12 - Words: 35,907 - Reviews: 19 - Favs: 2 - Published: Dec 7, 2002 - id: 1107982
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