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Chapter 7

* knock knock ---*

Ugh, what's that annoying sound? Rory woke up. Who dares disturb me at this ungodly hour? "Ok, I'm coming, I'm coming. Keep your pants on!" It's probably Jess

She opened the door and saw Tristan standing there. Plus, he was smirking. "What is this about me keeping my pants on-"

Rory snapped, "Shut up!"

Tristan looked down at her and gave another of his infuriating smirks. Then, Rory realised why. He was fully clad and she was dressed in her fluffy sheep pyjamas. She looked up, and stared at him, as if challenging him to say something.

"Right. Anyway, I just wanted to tell you that breakfast is ready. Jess is already down."

She nodded her head, and started to close the door, when.. "By the way, nice outfit Mary."

Typical of him.

Rory went down to the dining room.

"Hey Ror," said Jess.

"Hi Jess, Tristan," said Rory. She sat down on her reserved seat, next to Jess and opposite Tristan.

"These waffles taste nice," commented Jess, wolfing down another waffle. Rory looked at him and poked him hard in the ribs.

"Stop making a spectacle of yourself and eat like a proper gentleman," said Rory.

Jess retorted, "Have you seen yourself eat?"

"That's only when I'm hungry," sniffed Rory. As if that explained everything.

Jess rolled his eyes. "Women- can't live with them, can't live without them."

"What are you trying to say?" objected Rory.

Jess grinned. "You're a really smart person, Rory."

Rory nodded. "I know that."

"So, figure it out yourself…" said Jess, and continued wolfing down the waffles.

"See if I care, Marshmallow."

"Stop calling me that. It sounds so annoying," said Jess.

Rory poked her tongue out at him.

"Guys--- stop that," intervened Tristan. After all, he really did not want a World War Three. It was cute, though, the way that Rory and Jess fought with each other. It was just like sibling rivalry.

Rory looked away from Jess and gave Tristan a bright smile. "Looks like you're the only other person on this table who is worth having a decent conversation with."

Tristan shrugged and looked at Jess. "Your loss, man."

If looks could kill, Tristan would have surely been dead by now. The messages that Jess were sending clearly stated, "Hurt her and you die."

"So, where are Carla and Jensen?" asked Rory curiously. She hadn't seen either of them since she came down.

"They're at the club," said Tristan.

"Oh, okay," said Rory. She tasted the waffles. Jess was right. It is delicious.

"The jeep was brought in early this morning. When are you guys leaving?" asked Tristan, attempting to bring Jess into the conversation.

"After breakfast," said Rory, as she was the one with the mouth free of waffles for the time being.

Tristan looked down, feeling disappointed that they weren't staying any longer.

Rory stared at Jess. "I trust that you have packed your stuff?"

Jess nodded.

"Fine then, we're leaving straight after breakfast. Tristan, tell Carla that we're thankful she could accommodate us."

After Rory had dropped Jess off, she drove straight home and took the bags out of the jeep into the living room. Just as soon as she has placed her school bag down, Lorelai came bounding in.

"Darling daughter of mine, where have you been?" asked Lorelai, giving Rory a protective and fierce hug.

Rory looked surprised. "Didn't Jess tell you?"

"Of course he did, but I just want to make doubley sure that he didn't sneak you into some club full of motorbike riders with thick, burly forearms and tattoos all over the place." She paused. "Wow, I made that sound kind of fun."

Rory rolled her eyes. "Stop fantasizing mum. We just…"

"A-ha! I knew that Jess didn't tell me the whole story. Spill it, missy. What happened?"

Rory sighed. I just knew that I couldn't keep something as big as this away from mum. Then, she told Lorelai the whole story from her point of view, including the whole Tristan episode.

Lorelai a-haed! "A-ha!"

"Mum, I hate it when you do that!"

Lorelai grinned. "My little daughter likes Bible Boy."

"Mum, stop that! I don't like Tristan."

"I didn't say that you like Tristan. I said that you like Bible Boy," commented Lorelai.

Rory rolled her eyes. "They're the same person, mum. Remember?"

Lorelai paused. "Oh yeah. Anyhow, I've lived long and wise enough to know when somebody likes someone."

Rory laughed. And she still doesn't see that Luke's world revolves around her?

Lorelai looked at her strangely. "Why are you laughing? On second thoughts, I don't want to know. Time to go to Luke's."

They sat on the barstools, and Rory prepared herself for the bantering session between Lorelai and Luke. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Jess doing the same thing.

"Lukey, I want-"

Luke cut her off. "No."

"But I didn't say what I wanted yet."

"You didn't have to. I already know. It's always coffee."

"Lukey, pretty please, with a cherry on top," pleaded Lorelai.

"No."

"Then, I'll have to go through drastic measures," said Lorelai.

Luke glared at Lorelai, but didn't give in. Yet.

"I'm going to do a table dance, like the one that girl did in 10 Things I Hate About You," said Lorelai, whilst clambering onto the table top. "Wooh it's so high up here. I can see everything. Yoo-hoo, Lukey!"

Luke stalked over, and pulled Lorelai down. "Don't ever do that." He looked over his shoulder, and shouted at Jess. "Give this crazy lunatic that deserves to be in the madhouse and her daughter some coffee, Jess. And their dinner, too."

Jess nodded, and presently slapped down two extra large mugs of coffee and a cheeseburger in front of the mother and daughter.

"It's not fair, how come I'm the one who always has to work for the coffee?" asked Lorelai, pouting.

Rory grinned. "That's just the way it is, mother dear." Apart from the fact that you and Luke call that weird bantering session, flirting.

The next day: Monday

I hate Mondays! Thank god this one went past quickly She looked around at the hallway, now crowding with students awaiting to go home. She had seen Tristan, even greeted him a few times in the hallway. She supposed it was the beginning of a beautiful friendship. But she was wrong. She packed her bag with the books she needed for homework, and went out of the main door. There, she saw Tristan again, hanging with his mates.

She saw Summer. She saw Summer sling a protective arm around Tristan whilst giving her an evil eye.

Oh my god, that bitch! They're not even going out… are they? Why didn't Tristan tell me? Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Tristan give her a wave of hello. But she ignored him, and headed straight for the awaiting bus.

Tristan looked at Rory ignoring him. He felt his heart shatter just a little bit. What did I do now? I thought we were going along just fine.

Only then did he feel Summer's hand. He turned around and glared at her.

"Summer, we are not together. And, as far as I know, we will never be together. Ever," spitted Tristan.

Summer shrank back at his harsh words, and walked away.

Tristan sighed.

"Man, you still hung up on that Gilmore chick?" asked Rick, one of his close friends.

Tristan nodded. "Yeah."

Carl shook his head. "This isn't just some ordinary crush thing, wanting to get into that girl's pants, is it?"

Tristan nodded again.

Carl and Rick looked at each other in surprise. Tristan had never fallen this hard, this long. That Gilmore girl must be special. And she is.

Rory was fuming. She can't believe that she'd actually thought Tristan would like her. She was one girls that just passed along the Chilton hallways, leaving no social mark. Just an academic one.

The phone rang. Rory picked up the phone half-heartedly.

"Hello, teenhelpline. My name is Leigh, how may I help you?"

"Hi Leigh!" said a chirpy girl. She recognised the voice.

"Is that Sunshine?" asked Rory in surprise. She didn't think Sunshine would call again.

"Yes, guess what my result is on the pregnancy test?"

"Negative?" guessed Rory.

Sunshine squealed. "Yes, yes! Thank you so much for your advise. It helped me a lot."

Rory smiled. "You're welcome, Sunshine."

"Ooh, gotta go now. I'm going for a sleepover with some gal pals."

"Adios."

Rory put down the phone, feeling glad for the girl. The phone rang again.

"Hello, teenhelpline. My name is Leigh, how may I help you?"

"Hi, this is Paris," said the snappy voice over the phone.

Rory panicked. Oh my god, Paris? Paris?

"How may I help you?" asked Rory, making sure that the tone of her voice was even.

Paris sighed. "There's this girl in my school, and she thinks I hate her. But the truth is that I don't. Not really. She's quite nice, she's not like the other girls in my school. The thing is that every time I approach her, I come over as snide."

Rory sighed in relief. She must be talking about me.

"Well, why don't you just talk to her? I mean, from the sound of things, you guys haven't even had a decent, credible, conversation."

"Ok, thanks. I'll try that. Bye."

Rory smiled. So, Paris doesn't really hate me, huh? That just so brightens up my day.

The phone rang again. Rory picked it up.

"Hello, this is teenhelpline. My name is Leigh, how may I help you?"

The guy on the other end sighed. "It's Romeo again, and I have something to tell you."

"Okay, what is it?"

"The one bright news I have to tell you is that I met one of my childhood friends this weekend, who came with the girl I like. We haven't seen each other in ages."

"That must be nice."

"It was. The girl I like and my friend stayed over my house for the weekend because of some accident. I thought we were getting along fine. Now, the bad news is that this afternoon, she totally dissed me. She saw me with my ex, and probably thought that we're together. But, we're not." He groaned.

Rory gasped. This sounds so familiar. Romeo sounds just like Tristan, talks like him and all that. Even his information sounds like Tristan. He even played Romeo when I was Juliet! Oh my god, oh my god, what if it's true? If he is Tristan, that makes the girl he likes… me! There was a long pregnant pause.

Then, Rory said hesitantly," Is that you, Tristan?"

To be continued…

Did that chapter seem rushed to you? I'm sorry if it did, if too many people say that is sounds rushed, I might try to redo it! So, like always, review pls.