part 7

Name: Meg (tenismyidea@hotmail.com)
Title: I Must Be Dreaming part 8
pairing: R/T/J
summary: Rory tries to get over Dean's death, and moves in with Tristan to make more Chilton friends. Rory and Tristan are just friends. Rory and Jess are just friends. (for now)
disclaimer: If I owned them, I wouldn't be writing a FAN fic
Author's Note: Please send me back your comments and ideas. I love to hear the good and the bad.


part 8

Chris said goodbye to Rory and Tristan two hours later. Rory watched him leave, then turned to Tristan. "Two hours! No coffee! This is a record."

"Really? You drink coffee at school?"

"Yes! I sneak into the teacher's lounge, sometimes."

"No way! Rory Gilmore, breaking rules. It's as if Paris started giving out hugs and compliments."

"Well, I need my coffee and will go to any lengths to get it." Rory said defensively.

"Any lengths, Mary?" Tristan cooed suggestively while walking towards her.

"Okay, No."

"I'm hurt, Mary. So now you don't get coffee."

"What?! No way! Okay, what do you want me to do?"

"Really, Mary?"

"Yes! If I get coffee!"

"No, I'll give you some, anyway. I was just seeing if you would actually agree. Geez."

"Okay good." Rory said, relieved.

"Ellie!" Tristan called. An instant later, she was there. "Can you bring Miss Gilmore some coffee, please?"

"Yes, Master Tristan."

"Can you drop the 'Master' part? Just Tristan." He said for the hundreth time. She always insisted on calling him that.

"I'm sorry, sir. Your parents insist."

"Fine." Tristan sighed. Ellie hurried off and came right back with the coffee.

"Thank You," Rory said sweetly. Ellie smiled and ran off again. "A little nervous, isn't she?"

"Ellie? Oh yeah, she always hurries. A lot of responsibility, you know."

"Tristan?"

"Yes, Mary?"

"It's late."

"Its ten 'o clock."

"Can we have a movie night?" Rory asked, timidly. She wasn't sure if Tristan was into this sorta thing.

Tristan smiled at Rory. Lorelai had told him that Rory might want a movie night, and that he should agree if he wanted to stay on her good side. "Of course. Let's go." Tristan took her free hand and led her up the stairs. "This is my room." He opened the door and Rory saw a room even bigger than hers. It was painted a dark shade of green with posters plastered on the wall. One giant shelf with books, another with movies.

"Wow." Rory breathed.

"Which movie?" Tristan let go of her hand and walked over to the movie shelf.

"Willy Wonka?"

"I should've known." Tristan walked over to the area of his room with a couch and a large tv and vcr, and put the movie in. He sat on the couch and looked up at Rory who was staring at him in shock. "What's wrong?"

"Movie night." She said blankly.

"That's what we're having."

"Movie night." She repeated.

He looked at her with a confused expression, then remembered Lorelai saying Rory had to have a ton of her favorite sweets present at movie night. "Oh. Food."

Rory's face lit up and she nodded eagerly. Tristan got up and retreated down the stairs. Giggling, Rory sat on the couch and sipped her beautiful coffee. *Movie night without mom. Movie night with Tristan. Which is weirder? Oh sweet sweet coffee. I love you I love you. Almost as much as I love Oompa Loompas. No, more than I love Oompa Loompas. Wait, I can't decide. Well, coffee has my energy and the taste I love, I can't go a day without it. But Oompa Loompas entertain me and make me laugh. I can't go a few days without them. Hmmm.* She saw Tristan coming up the stairs, his arms full.

"Hope you're happy," he muttered. He put cookie dough, jelly beans, ice cream, soda, and chocolates out on the table. "Oh, and pizza will be here soon."

"This is almost perfect." Rory said while smiling uncontrollably.

"What more do you want?!" Tristan said, exasperated. Rory grinned and patted the seat next to her. "Oh." Tristan said. "Gee, Mary, I knew you wanted me."

"Shut up and sit down before I change my mind." She said. He sat down immediately next to her and put his arm around her. She rested her head on his shoulder and pressed play on the remote.


Meanwhile at The Gilmore Abode

Lorelai opened the front door which was being pounded on. "Chris? What are you doing here?"

Chris walked in the house. "Hey Lorelai, yeah, I'm doing great. Thanks for asking."

Lorelai gave him a stern expression. She usually would follow with a witty remark, but lately, since Sherry got pregnant, she wasn't herself around him.

Chris caught the look and decided to not act like he normally acts around her. *What is normal? Puppy love sorta way? Yeah. Act like you don't love her. Oh, a challenge.* "I just came from the DuGrey mansion."

"How did you know Rory was there?"

"Jess. Cool kid."

"Think again."

"Why don't you like him?"

"Uh- bad influence here. He smokes, cuts class, steals, makes it look like someone got murdered."

"How did he do that?"

"Drew a chalk outline outside Taylor's store."

Chris laughed, then saw the expression on Lorelai's face and kept a straight face. "Sounds like a younger me."

"Jess is worse."

"Well the Gilmore girls fall the same sort I guess."

"What?"

"You fell for me. Rory falls for Jess."

"No, she didn't. They're just friends."

"Okay." Chris said, not sounding convinced at all.

"They are!" Lorelai defended.

"Okay." He said in the same tone.

"How would you know, anyway?"

"Jess told me."

"What? No. Jess only uses one-syllable words. Well I guess he coulda said like 'Rory. Love.' but I don't know how you got all that from just that." Lorelai said in one breath.

"He actually has a wide vocabulary."

"Well, what did he say?"

"He said Rory kissed him. Three times."

"No way! She would have told me!"

"She can probably sense you would get mad. Look at you, the only thing missing is steam coming out of your ears." Chris chuckled.

"But out, Chris." Lorelai snapped.

"Ooh, Fiesty Look. Hot."

"Well, at least one of us is."

"Excuse me? Are you suggesting that I'm not hot?"

"Figure it out." Lorelai said while rolling her eyes.

"You can talk and roll your eyes at the same time?" Chris asked in mock amazement.


The Next Morning at The DuGrey Mansion (Friday)

Rory sleepily stirred in her bed. She wasn't ready to wake up, yet a heavenly scent was inticing her to wake. It was the smell of coffee. The best smelling coffee she had ever smelled (sorry, that sounds a little off). She slowly opened her eyes and saw Tristan sitting in a chair next to the bed, holding the coffee. She sat up in her bed, with much diffuculty. Her eyes didn't want to open. "You're evil." She said groggily.

"But I have coffee," Tristan defended.

"But you awoke me from much needed beauty sleep."

"Much needed? You're already beautiful enough." Tristan grinned when she turned to glare at him.

"That's almost funny. Give me that." Rory snatched the coffee from Tristan and sipped it peacefully. Not only did it win first in the scent category, it was also the best coffee she'd ever tasted. "Oh my God! Tristan, you are a god. How can I ever repay you? I'll give you my firstborn, O' Coffee God. This is the best stuff I've ever tasted."

"You won't have to give me your firstborn, since I will already be the father."

"You assume too much."

"Do I, Mary? That didn't sound very convincing."

"Trust me, Bible Boy, we will never have mutual children."

"That's the sleep talking." Tristan smirked.

"No, that's the Rory talking." Rory quipped.

"Ouch, Mary. You know you want me. D'Nile is not just a river in Egypt."

"That is so old, I don't know if I can ever think of you the same way. The Tristan I know was more original."

"Well, Sleeping Grumpy, we start school Monday."

"This I know."

"Do you need anything?" he asked.

"No, I got my stuff last week. But thanks." Rory smiled and chugged down the rest of her coffee. "Can I have more?"

"You want me to wait on you? I'm not a butler."

"Do it out of love," Rory joked, but Tristan immediately took her cup and headed down stairs. "Whoa, I was only kidding." She muttered to no one.


part 9