Title: The Waiting Room
Summary: Tristan comes back to Chilton, creating an awkward situation for Rory and Dean. What event will drive Rory into Tristan's arms?
Pairings: R/D, R/T, L/L
Rating: As of now, PG-13
Genre: Romance/Angst
Spoilers: I suppose up to "Run Away Little Boy"
Disclaimer: I don't own anything. Except my cat. But you never really own a cat, do you?
Feedback: Yes please. I enjoy constructive criticism, as long as it's that: constructive. In plain English, that means: No flames! Thanks to all of you who have already reviewed. I love reviews! I'm trying to make this plot unique. What I plan to do, I don't think has been done before.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~THE WAITING ROOM ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
********************************Chapter Two: Clichéd Fate********************************
"So, Tristan's back." Lorelai deduced after Rory's ramblings of her first day of senior year.
"Yes, if that's all you understood," Rory sighed as she took a sip out of her coffee cup.
"Sounds like this year will be tons of fun," Lorelai said.
"Sure. In a twisted, Marilyn Manson kind of way." Rory shrugged.
"But that's the funnest kind of fun."
"Right, in your world."
Lorelai glanced around the diner. "LUKE!"
"What?" Luke asked gruffly.
"Burgers. Fries. Coffee."
"Sure. Two deathtrap specials coming up."
"That's a great way to promote your product," Rory nodded.
"You two will kill yourselves with the stuff you eat."
"And that would make you sad? Oh, you're so sweet!" Lorelai smiled.
"Aha! There you are!" Rory said gleefully as Jess entered the diner.
"Oh, no," He moaned, turning on his heel and running out.
"Hey!" Rory jumped on to her feet and yelled after him, but he was long gone. "That's mean." She pouted, sitting back down. "I just wanted to ask him a few things."
"And you wonder why he runs," Luke shook his head from the counter.
"Shush," Lorelai instructed him. "Go buy a striped shirt."
A yawn escaped Rory's lips the next morning as she got off of the bus. Cracking her neck slowly, she rubbed her eyes as she walked quickly towards the building. The heavy backpack she carried slowed her pace down. She stumbled, grimacing as the hot coffee sloshed out of her cup and on to her hand. Tossing the now empty cup into the nearby trashcan, she sped up her pace.
"Shoot," She murmured as the bell rang. She darted through the halls, narrowly avoiding slamming straight into an open door. She sighed in relief, sliding into her classroom just before the bell rang again.
"That was close, Ms. Gilmore," The teacher said. "Try and get here sooner next time, alright?" Rory nodded, a bit out of breath. "Alright, first quarter projects. Partners. I chose them, you will not have the opportunity to switch. Do you understand?" The class nodded as one. "Alright then. Paris Gellar and Chris Davis." A small groan came from Paris as she glanced over at the star quarterback, who was attempting to hit someone with a spitball. "Rory Gilmore and Tristan Dugrey."
"You've got to be kidding me," Rory sighed as Tristan shot her a smug grin.
"It's fate, Mary," He shrugged. "Don't try and fight it."
The teacher finished reading the partners off, and started to describe the project. "As you know, this class, and your grade is based soley on creativity. So this is basically an open project. You have to pick a word. Happy, lonely, unique, love. You have to make a film that describes that word. But don't make it too obvious, alright? If you pick love, do not do a film of people kissing." A titter came from Chris Davis, and Paris let out another moan. "This will be an in depth view of how you see things. It will take a lot of work, so be prepared. And if, by tomorrow, you don't have your word, I will chose for you."
"So when should we get together?" Tristan asked as the teacher instructed them to begin planning. "Big project. Wow. It's going to take some time. Maybe I should move to Stars Hollow."
"There will be rules, do you understand this?" Rory said. Tristan nodded in mock seriousness, and Rory continued. "Rule one: You will not bother Dean."
"Noted, but no promises."
"TRISTAN!" Rory said sternly.
"I do not bother him. He bothers me." Tristan whined. "It's not my fault!"
"Then rule one will be changed. You will not enter the market, you will not approach him. You will stay as far away as possible."
"I'll try my best."
"Rule two: No double entendres. No lewd remarks. No little innuendos."
"Why, Mary. How could you think I'd do any of those thigns? Do you really think so little of me?"
"Rule three: You will do work."
"Again, my Mary, you obviously have the wrong impression of me. I'm a good student. I work hard."
"And the final thing: you will not call me Mary."
Tristan shrugged. "I'll try my best. But really, it's hard to stop doing something that's been programmed into you."
"Try really hard, alright?"
"Sure thing, Mary."
Rory sighed, and rested her head on the top of her desk. "Go away."
"Come on," Tristan said. "You're the envy of the school. Other girls would love to get to spend this much time with me."
"Well, that's their problem." Rory said sarcastically as she started jotting down words for the project.
"Harsh," Tristan shrugged, taking the pen despite cries of protest from Rory. As he began to write a few ideas of his own, he asked again, "So when are we getting together?"
"When the world spins off it's axis and we go to live on Jupiter."
"Sounds like after school to me."
Rory looked up at him.
"You look sad. Do you need some cheering up?" Tristan asked suggestively, arching one eyebrow and leering.
Rory let out a whimper.
Summary: Tristan comes back to Chilton, creating an awkward situation for Rory and Dean. What event will drive Rory into Tristan's arms?
Pairings: R/D, R/T, L/L
Rating: As of now, PG-13
Genre: Romance/Angst
Spoilers: I suppose up to "Run Away Little Boy"
Disclaimer: I don't own anything. Except my cat. But you never really own a cat, do you?
Feedback: Yes please. I enjoy constructive criticism, as long as it's that: constructive. In plain English, that means: No flames! Thanks to all of you who have already reviewed. I love reviews! I'm trying to make this plot unique. What I plan to do, I don't think has been done before.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~THE WAITING ROOM ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
********************************Chapter Two: Clichéd Fate********************************
"So, Tristan's back." Lorelai deduced after Rory's ramblings of her first day of senior year.
"Yes, if that's all you understood," Rory sighed as she took a sip out of her coffee cup.
"Sounds like this year will be tons of fun," Lorelai said.
"Sure. In a twisted, Marilyn Manson kind of way." Rory shrugged.
"But that's the funnest kind of fun."
"Right, in your world."
Lorelai glanced around the diner. "LUKE!"
"What?" Luke asked gruffly.
"Burgers. Fries. Coffee."
"Sure. Two deathtrap specials coming up."
"That's a great way to promote your product," Rory nodded.
"You two will kill yourselves with the stuff you eat."
"And that would make you sad? Oh, you're so sweet!" Lorelai smiled.
"Aha! There you are!" Rory said gleefully as Jess entered the diner.
"Oh, no," He moaned, turning on his heel and running out.
"Hey!" Rory jumped on to her feet and yelled after him, but he was long gone. "That's mean." She pouted, sitting back down. "I just wanted to ask him a few things."
"And you wonder why he runs," Luke shook his head from the counter.
"Shush," Lorelai instructed him. "Go buy a striped shirt."
A yawn escaped Rory's lips the next morning as she got off of the bus. Cracking her neck slowly, she rubbed her eyes as she walked quickly towards the building. The heavy backpack she carried slowed her pace down. She stumbled, grimacing as the hot coffee sloshed out of her cup and on to her hand. Tossing the now empty cup into the nearby trashcan, she sped up her pace.
"Shoot," She murmured as the bell rang. She darted through the halls, narrowly avoiding slamming straight into an open door. She sighed in relief, sliding into her classroom just before the bell rang again.
"That was close, Ms. Gilmore," The teacher said. "Try and get here sooner next time, alright?" Rory nodded, a bit out of breath. "Alright, first quarter projects. Partners. I chose them, you will not have the opportunity to switch. Do you understand?" The class nodded as one. "Alright then. Paris Gellar and Chris Davis." A small groan came from Paris as she glanced over at the star quarterback, who was attempting to hit someone with a spitball. "Rory Gilmore and Tristan Dugrey."
"You've got to be kidding me," Rory sighed as Tristan shot her a smug grin.
"It's fate, Mary," He shrugged. "Don't try and fight it."
The teacher finished reading the partners off, and started to describe the project. "As you know, this class, and your grade is based soley on creativity. So this is basically an open project. You have to pick a word. Happy, lonely, unique, love. You have to make a film that describes that word. But don't make it too obvious, alright? If you pick love, do not do a film of people kissing." A titter came from Chris Davis, and Paris let out another moan. "This will be an in depth view of how you see things. It will take a lot of work, so be prepared. And if, by tomorrow, you don't have your word, I will chose for you."
"So when should we get together?" Tristan asked as the teacher instructed them to begin planning. "Big project. Wow. It's going to take some time. Maybe I should move to Stars Hollow."
"There will be rules, do you understand this?" Rory said. Tristan nodded in mock seriousness, and Rory continued. "Rule one: You will not bother Dean."
"Noted, but no promises."
"TRISTAN!" Rory said sternly.
"I do not bother him. He bothers me." Tristan whined. "It's not my fault!"
"Then rule one will be changed. You will not enter the market, you will not approach him. You will stay as far away as possible."
"I'll try my best."
"Rule two: No double entendres. No lewd remarks. No little innuendos."
"Why, Mary. How could you think I'd do any of those thigns? Do you really think so little of me?"
"Rule three: You will do work."
"Again, my Mary, you obviously have the wrong impression of me. I'm a good student. I work hard."
"And the final thing: you will not call me Mary."
Tristan shrugged. "I'll try my best. But really, it's hard to stop doing something that's been programmed into you."
"Try really hard, alright?"
"Sure thing, Mary."
Rory sighed, and rested her head on the top of her desk. "Go away."
"Come on," Tristan said. "You're the envy of the school. Other girls would love to get to spend this much time with me."
"Well, that's their problem." Rory said sarcastically as she started jotting down words for the project.
"Harsh," Tristan shrugged, taking the pen despite cries of protest from Rory. As he began to write a few ideas of his own, he asked again, "So when are we getting together?"
"When the world spins off it's axis and we go to live on Jupiter."
"Sounds like after school to me."
Rory looked up at him.
"You look sad. Do you need some cheering up?" Tristan asked suggestively, arching one eyebrow and leering.
Rory let out a whimper.