A/N: Hi! Long time no hear, eh? Sorry about the wait…just had exams…and prior to that I was studying for it so I didn't have time to work on this fic. If you are wondering what TTP means, it stands for 'total package' or is it 'the total package'…either way you get the drift…it's a song by Usher, pretty cool.

Love can be a pain in the butt- Chapter fourteen

Chilton

Monday morning

Rory nervously took out her calculus books out of her locker. Any minute and Tristan would grace the halls with his presence and meet her here to walk her to her first class. She could feel the butterflies in her tummy, and her whole body shook.

'Why am I so damn nervous! Get a grip here girl! Remember its just Tristan…'

Rory thought back to her conversation with her mother this morning.

'Yeah. It's just Tristan…'

The thought made her legs buckle and she had to grab onto her locker door for support. The simple task was impossible since her sweaty hands made her hastily slide to the floor.

'I'm really nervous. And I must look like a real clumsy idiot.' Rory sat on the floor and banged the back of her head on another locker.

Rory slumped even further.

She straightened when she heard a soft chuckle. She looked up to Paris who tried to hide a smile.

"Don't ask." Rory mumbled.

"I already know the answer."

Paris held out her hand and Rory gladly accepted it.

'For such a small person, Paris sure does have a strong grip.' Rory thought to herself.

"Answer?" Rory asked.

"I believe that you decided to come back down to earth and face reality?" Paris rhetorically asked "So when's the big date? Do I get to be in the wedding?"

Rory glared at Paris.

"What is it with you and my mom about me getting married to Tristan? Geez! I haven't even had the chance to tell him about my true feelings and then you people start shoving ideas of marriage!" Rory took a deep breath.

Paris was still beaming. Rory shook her head.

"Sneak." Rory simply replied as she slammed her locker closed.

"Sometimes you gotta play rough. Tactics make you go further then your set goals."

Rory snorted. "Sinking to an all time low in trying to pry info from a person."

"So Rory, when do you plan on telling Tristan?"

"When my hands stops sweating, the butterflies go away and when I am able to speak fluent English than stuttering gibberish."

"Your that nervous?"

"Weird eh? I should be nervous over something else, not over some proclamation to a male that happens to be Tristan Dugrey!" She sighed.

"Weird? Maybe, but seriously when do you plan on telling him?"

"Anywhere but here. Chilton isn't exactly an ideal place to tell someone you're in love with him. Plus, this place is jinxed. I told Dean that I loved him here and look what happened?"

"Jess gave him a black eye?"

"Your sense of humor is improving. So how are things between the two of you?"

"Nice."

"Nice?"

"What do you want me to say?"

"Nice is too general. It's the king of word you'd use when something's not too good and is just pushing it."

"Is fabulous better?"

"For a Harvard hopeful and with that immense vocabulary of yours, that will do."

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Tristan was heading to meet Rory at her locker.

'Platonic.' He hated that word. It was a last preference for an adjective to describe the relationship between Rory and himself.

He was putting himself to the test. If he can get through the whole day in the presence of Rory without thinking anything that is not plutonic; then he is well on his way to getting over her.

'Like that's going to happen' Tristan ran a hand through his messy hair. 'Enough with the pessimism Dugrey. It's ain't gonna get you no where.'

He was too wrapped up in his thoughts to see where he was going and he knocked into another student.

"Oh sorry!"

The voice belonged to a girl. She was lanky with long auburn hair, and pale, creamy skin, but her eyes were what was the crowd drawer. They were deep green, shimmering like expensive emeralds; they were so glossy that he could even see his own reflection.

"I should be sorry. I wasn't looking where I was heading." Tristan replied.

She smiled. "I'm Allison Werrington. I just transferred from Alaska." She held out her hand.

"Tristan Dugrey." He took her hand and gently shook it.

"Nice to meet you Tristan."

They just stared at each other for a couple of seconds.

"So where's your first class?" Tristan asked.

 Allison diverted her eyes to a piece of paper she was holding.

"Umm…Calculus." She replied.

Tristan couldn't help but smile.

"I'll go walk you there, but we need to make a little detour. Gotta pick up a friend. She's got calculus next as well."

"Really? Thanks."

'Friend. Rory is your friend.' He stated to himself. 'And Allison, I've gotta be an idiot to not realise she's good-looking.' He unconsciously licked his lips.

They walked in silence until Allison stopped. She turned to him.

"I was wondering…if you are free after school…you could give me a tour around the school…it's so big and it would be really nice of you if you could show me around?" Allison suggested, flashing a flirtatious smile as well as lightly touching his arm.

"…Sure, why not?" Tristan answered grinning.

'Oh god, what did I just agree to?' Tristan thought.

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Luke's

Lorelai pushed the door open as she looked for a possible place to sit. Making up her mind she made her way to the counter and took a seat at one of the old stools. Nervous, she tapped her nails on the counter waiting for Luke to appear out of nowhere. She looked around the diner to find it empty.

'Just my luck.'

Lorelai had no idea what she was going to do.

/'See him tomorrow morning and figure it out. If I'm wrong then I'm wrong, but if I'm right mom then you can be really happy'/

She nervously bit her lip as she saw Luke come down the stairs.

"Shouldn't you be at work?" He made his way behind the counter stopping right in front of Lorelai.

"Uh yeah."

Luke looked at Lorelai expectantly as he flipped out his notebook ready to take Lorelai's order.

Out of pure insanity, Lorelai grabbed Luke's shirt, pulling him in for a long passionate kiss. Parting away, Lorelai took a deep breath and smiled.

"I need to get back to work."

She quickly made her way outside, leaving a speechless Luke inside.

A/N: So what is the real agenda of this Allison chick? Well you just have to wait for the next chapter. As for Luke and Lorelai? Uh, well, what do you think?

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Maria