part 11 Name: Meg (tenismyidea@hotmail.com)
Rory went straight to the diner where Luke was behind the counter. She ran behind the counter and threw her arms around Luke's neck. "Lukey!! I missed you and your wonderful coffee! Have you missed me?" Luke normally wasn't an affectionate kind of guy in a touchy feely way but he hugged Rory back. "Of course. Do you realize how insane your mom gets without you here to distract her? Oh, the horror. I almost kicked her out once until she declared that she couldn't be kicked out, because she would leave first." Luke shook his head and Rory took a seat at the bar, grinning. "Ah- you know you love us!" Rory smiled and sipped the coffee he handed her with a content expression on her face. "Rory?" Jess called and hurried down the stairs, he was sure he heard her sweet voice somewhere. He also noticed a definite improvement in the happy level of Luke's voice, so he assumed that meant Rory was here. "I'm here!" She jumped off her stool and hugged Jess tightly. "Oh, I've missed you!" He hugged her, but even then, she didn't let go. She kept her arms tightly around his neck. "Um, Lor, it's only been five days." Jess said, patting her back nervously. He felt uncomfortable in the way Luke was watching with his eyebrows raised. Rory finally let go of him and smiled. "And you know those were the worst five days for your Stars Hollow experience." Jess grinned and nodded. "Can't deny it. You do realize you're the only sane person in this town? I swear, after you left, it just got weirder. I think Taylor ordered more glassy butterfly thingys in your memory. The whole town just had to have like five billion each." Jess said with a disgusted look on his face. Rory giggled. "But you love it. Stars Hollow just grows on you." "Like a fungus." Jess remarked. He smiled when he saw her face. She seemed so happy to see him. Her beautiful eyes were lit up and she was smiling like a fool. *A beautiful fool.* He thought. He took in the sight of her with his dark eyes. She was so perfect. He wished Luke would stop staring at them so he could kiss her. That's all he wanted to do. Rory grabbed Jess's hand and headed out of the diner. "C'mon, Dodger! We're going to a bookstore!" Jess smiled and followed her. "Ah- have you read the Edgar Allen Poe?" He asked as the walked side by side. "Yes." "And?" "Eh-" Was all she said. "I read The Fountainhead. The one you gave me for Christmas." Jess said. "And?" "Eh-" He mimicked her. "So what's new with Chilton and all the preppy snobs?" Jess asked. Rory finally realized that they were out of sight of the diner. She didn't even answer him before she threw her arms around his neck in another hug. He wrapped his arms around her waist and buried his head in her shoulder. "Miss me much?" He muttered into her shoulder. "Oh yeah." Jess grinned and pulled out of her embrace. He leaned in and kissed her gently on the lips. She responded quickly and soon they were having another round of tonsil hockey in broad daylight. In Stars Hollow. The place where if anything even close to unusual happens, the whole town knows in no time. She felt dizzy from his passionate kisses but didn't want to break away. Her whole body felt tingly and jumpy inside. She ran her hands through his thick hair, she couldn't get enough of the feel of his lips on hers. He pulled away after a while and gazed into her lovely eyes. "I missed you more." He said with a grin. She kissed him again lightly and softly before saying. "Nuh uh." He just laughed and continued walking. Miss Patty was talking to Lorelai about nothing of importance really when she noticed Jess and Rory walking hand in hand across the street. "Well, Lorelai, honey, is Rory seeing that handsome young thing Jess?" Lorelai frowned. "Noooo. No." Miss Patty just smiled. "Shame. Shame. He has a very cute toosh. Top notch rebel vibe. Such a turn-on." "Ew, Patty, that's just wrong." Lorelai said, looking disgusted, yet amused. "What? I'm not blind." Patty defended herself. "Anyhow, if she's not dating him, what's that?" Patty pointed in the direction of Rory and Jess, strolling along hand in hand. Lorelai followed her gaze and her jaw dropped. "Oh. My. God. It wasn't supposed to happen like this!" She turned back to Patty with a horrified expression on her face. "Well, dear, you can't expect her to mope about Dean forever." "I know! But--ergh! It was supposed to be Tristan! Not Jess!" Lorelai said with a moan. "Tristan? Have I seen a picture?" "Ugh." Lorelai dug through her purse and pulled out a pic of Tristan grinning at Rory during Christmas when he surprised her. "Oh. Very Very Nice. Grade A all the way." Miss Patty giggled and stared at the picture. "Hmm what a tough decision." She smiled in Rory's direction. "Listen, Patty. I've got to go. I can't watch that." "Break it up then." Patty suggested. "No. No. If it is what you think it is, Rory will get upset with me." "Bye, dearie." Patty called after Lorelai.
Jess sat on a bench in the park and Rory sat next to him, sighing contentedly. "So?" Jess asked. "So?" Rory repeated. "What's new? How's the Tristan thing going?" "Oh- uh- not so hot." Rory said shakily. "Why?" "He got angry with me...that's all." "Oh." Jess felt slightly angry. How could someone get angry with Rory? She was just so....perfect. Maybe not perfect, but close in his mind. "Yeah. He just won't talk to me. Plain and simple." "I'm sorry. Are you okay?" "Yeah, just that no one brings me coffee in the mornings anymore." "Wanna go get some?" "Yes! Thanks, Jess." Rory lept up and grabbed his hand, walking towards the diner. Before she got completely there, she leaned in and kissed Jess softly. "Thanks." She said again. Jess smiled and approached the diner before stopping dead in his tracks. This wasn't good. Not at all. "What's wrong?" Rory asked, following his gaze. She looked inside the diner to find Lorelai and Luke lip locked in a passionate embrace behind the counter. Rory gasped. "Oh no." Jess frowned and kicked a can on the sidewalk. "DAMMIT!" He yelled. "Jess, calm down." "No! I can't calm down, Rory. You have no idea how long I've waited to be with you without worrying about other people, and now this! This is just great.." Rory looked at the ground and realized it would be weird to be seeing someone who was related to her mom's boyfriend. "But..." Rory could think of nothing to say to him to make the situation less awkward. "I've waited a long time, too. Ever since Sookie's wedding. But my mom needs Luke. I can't get in her way." She gave him a small smile and ran off to Kim's Antiques. He just stared after her, mesmerized by her simple beauty.
Rory ran into the store, breathless. "Lane? Lane?!" She called, frantically. Then she saw Lane coming toward her. "Rory? Wow. It's been a long time. Beginning to think I'd been replaced by Evil One." "No. Never. Lots of news to tell you, though." "Oh good! I've been waiting forever. This is as close to a social life that I'm going to be getting anytime soon, so spill. Wait. Let's go upstairs, then spill." Lane said in one breath, alot like Lorelai. The two girls headed upstairs and collapsed on Lane's bed. Rory cleared her throat and began. Lane's eyes got wide and sometimes she looked happy or sad as Rory told the story. She was a very good audience. She gasped at the right times, she squealed at the right times, she even yelled. "Wow, you're enthusiastic." Rory said, after finishing her story of Tristan and Jess. Lane's mouth was hanging open. "So you and Jess almost walked in on Luke and Lorelai?" Lane asked, amazed. Rory nodded. "Wow. And Tristan isn't speaking to you? Have you attempted a reconciliation?" "Many times." Rory said, sadly. "Well, I guess you have to keep trying. So you and Jess- it's not happening?" "Umm, that would be weird if mom and Luke got serious. But if they don't, I mean, you never know." Rory shrugged. "Ah ha." "What do you mean 'ah ha'?" Rory asked. "You and your mom take the little 'ah ha's too seriously." Lane shook her head. "No, we don't! There was a reason and a cause of the 'ah ha' and I want to know because it was probably a good reason." "Fine. I just think it would be weird if you and Jess got together if Lorelai and Luke didn't get serious. Because, I mean, Lorelai is on the verge of hating the guy. It would be hard." Lane reasoned. "Yeah....." "And apparently she loves Tristan." Lane put in. "Maybe a little too much..." "So you have your answer." Lane said, triumphantly. "Yeah, that I want a guy who won't talk to me. Well that's just great." "At least you're admitting it now." "Yeah...."
Rory and Paris were in the library, studying and analyzing Gone With the Wind, and making roughdrafts for their posters. "Ugh. Break time." Rory groaned, rubbing her neck to relieve a crick in it. "Okay." Paris agreed. "Truth or Dare." "No way did those words just come from Paris Gellar's mouth!" Rory said, amazed. "People can change." Paris said simply. "Says the girl who thinks change is the devil." "Well, I guess we all fall for the devil a little." Paris smirked. Rory didn't catch her hint. "Sure. Whatever." "So, Gilmore. Truth or Dare?" "Ugh. Fine. Truth." Paris grinned and pondered this for a moment before smiling smugly. "Okay. What's the most romantic thing a guy could do for you after an argument? Like as in a gesture of apology." Rory sighed, thinking hard before coming up with the perfect answer. "Well, there's a song my mom used to sing and dance to in our living room that I think would be really sweet if a guy sang to me. It's the Temptations. Sugar Pie, Honey Bunch, you know?" Paris giggled. "Yeah. You like the Temptations?" "Yeah. Gives me a warm feeling when I hear that song. Like a warm, fuzzy feeling." "You mean love?" Paris inquired. "I guess so." Rory giggled a little. Outside the room, Tristan smiled slightly. He had been walking by when he heard Paris ask Truth or Dare. Then he stopped and listened. He shook his head as he walked back to his room. Rory was a funny girl.
Rory said goodbye to Paris before heading over to her room. She tried to drift off to sleep, but kept tossing and turning. Then she heard a loud, crashing noise that seemed to come from the library. Then yelling followed suit. "YOU BITCH!" Edward DuGrey roared to Cathy. "How dare you bring your affairs into this household? In MY household?" "YOUR HOUSEHOLD? Ha! MY son and I live here! Don't claim it as your own! And how dare you accuse me of affairs!" "Oh don't put on a face," Edward spat. "I saw the man leave just now!! I'm not stupid, I'll have you know. You are so low. To do this and expose our son like that!" "Oh, don't bring Tristan into this, you ill-bred scoundrel! You don't give a damn about him!!" Cathy screamed before flinging a lamp at Edward's head. He ducked and crashed against the bookshelf with a mighty clash. "AND I SUPPOSE YOU DO GIVE A DAMN? You are very low.." The yelling and fighting continued, but Rory tried to block it out. She realized that this is the sort of thing Tristan had to go through all the time. She felt so sorry for him and her heart went to him. Sitting up in bed, she stared at the small door connecting his room to hers, and made up her mind. Crawling silently through the door, she made her way over to Tristan's bed. He was curled up and shaking, silent tears making their way down his face. "Tristan?" She asked softly, standing next to the bed and looking down at him. He raised his face and saw her, and his pain only grew. "What do you want?" He asked, somewhat bitterly. "Are you okay?" Rory whispered gingerly, sitting next to him on the bed and placing her small hand on his shoulder. "I'm fine." Tristan tried to jerk her off, but she kept her hand firmly in place. "Tristan, stop ignoring me. Please. I want to help you." She crawled in next to him and wrapped her arms around him. "Yeah, well you can't help. There's nothing you can do. You don't care, anyway." Rory gently placed her thumb on his cheek, wiping the tears from them. "I do care, though. Please, Tristan." She kissed his cheek gently and could taste his salty tears on her lips. Tristan closed his eyes and pulled Rory closer to him. It felt comforting to be with her. He lay there for a while, before realizing she was only doing this because she felt bad for him. He stood up suddenly and backed away from her. She stood up, also. "Rory," he began. "Just go, okay? You don't care, and I'm trying to accept that fact. You're only making it harder. You don't give a shit about me. Please just go back in that room and leave me alone. I'm with Summer. If anyone is going to make me feel better, it's her." Tristan folded his arms across his chest and looked at her pointedly. Rory stood there, in shock. "Tristan, I don't believe you. Before, you made it sound like you didn't care for Summer. I do care, Tristan. You know what? You're right, I should just leave you alone. You're big and macho and don't need anyone. You just want to be a heartbreaker. Well, congratualations, you've broken mine. Mission accomplished. I'll leave you now." Rory was about to leave through the door when Tristan put a hand on her arm. She whirled around to meet his blue eyes. "Rory..." he started before letting go of her. "Please don't go that way. My parents are out there." Rory screamed in frustration with him and crawled through the small door, back to her room. She glared at his portrait on her wall and crawled into bed, tears flowing freely down her cheeks.
Tristan leaned against his locker and sighed audibly. Rory. She was so confusing. Last night, she came to him out of pity then tried to make it seem like she cared. What did she mean he broke her heart? That's what she had done to him. Not vice versa. He frowned in confusion until he felt a presence. "Hello, Paris." He stated simply, looking at her. "Hi, Tristan. As you know, I'm not the type for friendly chit chat, so, I just came to say something." "Yes, Paris?" "Do you have feelings for Rory? Lately, she's been upset because of you and I know you used to be a sick little puppy dog in love. But has that changed? You used to be upset over her, and now she's upset over you. Tell me the truth. I'm a human lie detector. Do you have feelings for her?" Tristan sighed again and knew Paris already knew the answer, she was simply testing him. "Yes, I do. I have since sophomore year. But she has never felt the same way. She doesn't trust me, she thinks I'm a player that just wants her as a conquest. Just when I thought she might feel a fraction of what I feel, she stomped out that hope saying that I wasn't capable of having a human heart or loving anyone other than myself, for that matter. It's hopeless." "Tristan, are you really that stupid? I mean, I know she used to be the oblivious one, but now I think you are. Tristan, I'm not going to beat around the bush. She likes you. Plain and simple. She does feel the same way. But you're letting her get away by being angry with her. Drop it. Okay? If you don't go get your girl, that Jess guy or Mike Sanderson will get her, okay? Claim what was obviously meant to be yours. Geez, if it weren't for me, you peope would go nowhere." Paris threw up her hands in frustration and walked off. Tristan grinned a little. He had to admit, now that Paris had said it, Rory probably did feel the same way. He had no idea what to do. She probably didn't feel it now because he had made her so mad. Just last night, she said he had broken her heart. *Well, sew it back together, DuGrey.* A smile made its way across his face before his thoughts were interrupted. "Hey, babe. You look happy. Thinking 'bout me?" Summer said, giggling and leaning in to kiss him. Tristan pulled his head away and backed away from the locker. "Oh, hey Summer. Umm- yeah. I've got to get to class." Summer stared after his retreating figure, furious. He never brushed her off before. This wasn't right. She turned to see Paris watching her. Suddenly, an idea came to her. Paris might know. After all, she knew everything else. "Hi, Paris." Summer put on a fake smile. "Wanna come to class with me?" Paris didn't know how to respond. Summer was the most popular girl there, being seen with her could do wonders for her reputation. And at this point, it needed a miracle. "Yeah, I'd love to." Paris smiled and headed off to class, with Summer.
By lunchtime, Paris was thrilled. Everyone was sitting with her and chatting with her, all in all, she was popular. Everyone liked her. Summer was sitting beside her, eating quietly. Tristan was nowhere in sight. Paris was having the time of her life with everyone. They were all so interested in her. Summer eventually spoke up to Paris. "So, Paris, what's wrong with Tristan? He seems a little distant-- would you know by any chance?" She asked in her most innocent tone. Paris looked at her, her sharp brain already catching on. She suspects Tristan. Paris knew that telling about his Rory problems would make Summer angry, specifically at Rory. She glanced around and saw Rory sitting by herself, listening to her Walkman. Paris looked at all her new friends and popularity. She couldn't do this to Rory, as much as she would love to stay popular, she knew it was too good to be true. Rory was just too nice and innocent, even considering their rocky past. Then there was Tristan to consider. She cared for him more deeply than she would admit, and she wanted to see him happy. That meant he would have to be with Rory and Paris knew that. "Summer, is that why you were so nice to me? Just to get information out of me? That's pretty low of you, Summer. Using your popularity to hurt innocent people. That's downright mean in my book, and I won't stand for it. It was nice to have this popularity while it lasted, but I don't need it. I'd rather have virtues such as honesty and loyalty. I don't need you and your slimy ways." Paris was furious and stormed out of the cafeteria, knocking into Tristan who glanced curiously after her, before looking at Summer. Realizing the good Paris had done, his gaze hardened towards Summer and he approached her. "Summer, can we talk?" He asked. "Sure, babe." Summer stood up and followed him into the hall. "Okay, Summer, I'm getting right to the point. I don't care about you. I don't like or love you. I think we should break up. It's not fair for you." "Is there someone else?" Summer asked, angry, but keeping it hidden. "Yes." "Fine, but answer me a question. Do you love her?" Tristan swallowed and looked into her eyes. "Yes." "That's a lie. Who are you kidding? Once a player, always a player. You won't change." Summer stormed off, vowing that if she ever found out who this girl was, she would get her revenge. Meanwhile, Rory walked out of the cafeteria to a deserted hall. Everyone was still eating. She leaned against her locker and frowned. She had been keeping her hurt inside. Tristan had hurt her. The thing she had fought so hard to have never happen had happened. That's why she always avoided him. She was afraid of getting hurt. Last night, she had practically told him straight up that she had feelings for him and he had blown her off because he was still angry. It made no sense. She barely noticed when he was standing right in front of her. "Rory?" He asked. She jumped, startled. "Oh. Tristan. Good, I needed to talk to you." "Yeah, I needed to talk to you, too." "Okay, well, Tristan, I'm sorry for everything. I understand you're angry, and I don't want to burden you with that. I don't want to cause you and Summer problems, so I'll just go back to Stars Hollow, okay? How about I go tomorrow? My mom can help me move then." Tristan opened his mouth to tell her everything, when the bell rang and she was gone. "SHIT!" He cursed to an empty hall before finding his friends. He just needed a good plan, he needed her to listen to him and he needed her to know that he loved her. He thought of the perfect plan. Or rather, Paris thought of the perfect plan.
Rory headed to her locker and took her time with her books when she felt someone there. "Paris." She stated. "Rory." Paris mocked. "Listen, I've got to go, Paris, no time to chat." "Fine, I just thought you should know..." But Paris was interrupted by Rory. "Paris, aren't you supposed to be licking Summer's feet right about now?" Rory argued before walking off. Man, this day had been hell. She needed to find Tristan and go home. Waltzing into the courtyard, she saw a crowd of people hovered around what appeared to be a stage. "THERE SHE IS!" someone screamed before music started to play. Her mouth dropped as she saw Tristan in front of a microphone. She couldn't believe this. Tristan's sweet voice started to fill the courtyard in a familiar tune that filled her with a warm feeling. "Sugar Pie, Honey Bunch, Tristan was up there, singing, yet pouring his heart out to her. He figured this was the only way to get her to listen. He remembered her mentioning it to Paris in the library at his house. Rory glanced nervously around, thinking he was singing to Summer, but realizing that all eyes were either on her or Tristan. A girl next to her said. "How romantic. He loves Rory!" Her jaw dropped and she watched him sing. "In and out my life Tristan remembered when he went to Military School how he had her picture and he would kiss it every night religiously. "When you snap your finger, or wink your eye Paris grinned while he sang. She was the brains behind this shindig, after all. She had purposely played Truth or Dare with Rory, knowing Tristan would hear. She also knew how true the words were. He did run to her everytime she uttered a single word. *Like a puppy* Paris thought. "Can't help myself, Rory's heart felt contented with love for Tristan and she began to make her way to the stage, pushing through the crowds of people, all her anger towards him had already diminished. "Wanna tell you that I love you Tristan could recall all the times he had try to confess his love and how hard it was, but now it seemed so easy and he watched her approaching him slowly. "When I call your name "No matter how I try Summer stood in the back scowling, trying to think of an evil plan just as she was being approached by Paris. "Sugar Pie, Honey Bunch "Sugar Pie, Honey Bunch Rory knew in her heart that he would do anything for her, he had already proven that. She jumped on the stage, even though the song wasn't finished. The back up singers kicked in to help as Rory threw her arms around Tristan's neck and covered his face with kisses. Tristan expertly moved his lips to calm hers and lead her into a slow, soft kiss before breaking away, the music still going on. "Sugar Pie, Honey Bunch As the song ended, Tristan gazed into Rory's eyes and started to say something before Rory cut him off. "I love you, Tristan." Rory said quickly. "I know I do and I have for a long time." She glanced around nervously at her boldness, her cheeks getting red. "You know that I love you too, Sugar Pie." Tristan grinned. Rory suddenly realized something. "You were listening in on me and Paris!" She said looking at him in amazement. "Yeah, sorry about that." "No! I love you! But this means my mom's always right." She said quickly before kissing him. Then she pulled out her cellphone to call Lorelai
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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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