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/Humor
Spoilers: Tristan went to military school. Duh, you all know that. That's about it.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything, except my current boyfriend. Hehe, he does whatever I tell him to.
Distribution: Ask first, my darlings. But I'll most likely give you permission, unless I'm feeling bitchy. Which is often. But whatever, you don't care what I'm like behind the computer, LOL
Author's Note: Sorry this took so long. I, well, kind of……hehe. I get boyfriend, I get distracted. Sorry! I hope it's worth it, and again, REALLY SORRY.
Feedback: I haven't been getting as many reviews, and I am not attempting to be greedy or anything, because it's not that big a deal to me, but I would rather you tell me why you aren't reviewing (i.e. I suck) than not review at all and keep me in ignorant bliss, alright? So please give me feedback even if it is negative!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~THE WAITING ROOM ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
***********************Chapter Eight: A Look Into A Puzzle***********************
"Here," Tristan said triumphantly, handing her a cup. To his disappointment, she'd changed out of the skimpy PJs he had adored seeing her wearing into a much more "Rory" outfit: jeans and a sweater.
"Thank you. You're almost forgiven," she told him.
"That's more than your mother forgave me," he noted, which garnered him a glare from Lorelai.
"We had fun with your camera," Rory laughed.
"So I heard," Tristan said, worry creeping into his voice.
"Oh, don't look like that, it's fine," Rory laughed. "We're good with electronics." Lorelai snorted, and Rory shrugged. "Okay, not so good, but I swear, your expensive camera is fine."
"Good." Tristan glanced at the two, who were staring at him expectantly. "Should we work?"
Rory shook her head in disappointment. "You are quite dumb."
"Hey!" Tristan protested.
"We need food. We can not work without food. Where is our food?" Lorelai rapid-fired at him.
"You didn't tell me to buy food!" Tristan panicked.
Lorelai paused. "You're right. I didn't. But you should have none!"
"I should have," Tristan conceded. "Do you want me to go back to Luke's?"
Rory shook her head insistently. "No. Bad."
"Dean," Tristan laughed. "Oafish—"
"TRISTAN!" Rory cut him off.
"I didn't say anything," He pouted.
"Do we have Pop Tarts?" Rory asked her mom.
"Not any that are edible," she sighed. "And nothing else either."
"Then I guess it's Luke's. Chinese doesn't deliver this early."
Tristan rose and gallantly said, "I'll buy."
The Gilmore women broke into laughter. "No. You stay. We go." Rory spit out between giggles.
"Although I will take your wallet—" Lorelai winked.
"Mom!" Rory protested. "That's rude. If he's not allowed to come, he's not allowed to pay."
"Damn. You're right," Lorelai sighed.
"You two are allowing me to stay in your house, unsupervised?" Tristan asked in disbelief.
Lorelai frowned. "Yes. But you be good. I don't own a gun, but I know where to get one."
"I'll be good!" Tristan promised, not wanting to endure the wrath of the two Gilmores. No doubt, he would not survive.
Rory and Lorelai left him sitting on the couch, with instructions to not touch anything, look at anything, or smell anything.
He ignored all of them. He listened to their laughing voices carry down the street. When he was sure they were gone, he curiously looked around the more than messy room.
A pang of guilt shot through him as he stood up with the intent to look around, but he shrugged it off. This was quite possibly the only chance he would get to peek into the life of Rory Gilmore, an existence that had haunted him since that first day at Chilton.
He walked slowly into the kitchen, glancing at the door he'd seen Rory come out of. He pushed it open gingerly, and revealed to him a room that remarkably reminded him of Rory.
The orderly, organized appearance quickly melted when he saw the chaotic state of her desk and the impenetrable pile of clothes on her closet floor. Like Rory, the quirks and abnormalities were hidden behind a façade of sweetness and calmness.
He smiled as he turned and saw the packed-to-the-max bookshelf, with CDs scattered on top of it. He hesitated before pulling one book of and paging through it. He flipped through her CDs, noting the bands for future reference. He glanced in confusion at the box of cornstarch sitting on a shelf, but shrugged it off as another piece to the puzzle that is Rory Gilmore.
He overcame his almost unshakeable urge to look farther, and decided there was a line that he could not cross. He went back into the kitchen, taking care to leave the room exactly as he found it.
He pulled open a few cupboards, shaking his head in disbelief as he realized Rory and her mother weren't lying about having no food. All he found were miscellaneous boxes of expired food and a few random kitchen items.
He suddenly remembered the camera. He found it sitting on the desk in the living room, and he checked it over thoroughly to make sure they really hadn't killed it.
He pulled out the screen and realized they had taped something. He pressed the play button and sat down to watch.
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/Humor
Spoilers: Tristan went to military school. Duh, you all know that. That's about it.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything, except my current boyfriend. Hehe, he does whatever I tell him to.
Distribution: Ask first, my darlings. But I'll most likely give you permission, unless I'm feeling bitchy. Which is often. But whatever, you don't care what I'm like behind the computer, LOL
Author's Note: Sorry this took so long. I, well, kind of……hehe. I get boyfriend, I get distracted. Sorry! I hope it's worth it, and again, REALLY SORRY.
Feedback: I haven't been getting as many reviews, and I am not attempting to be greedy or anything, because it's not that big a deal to me, but I would rather you tell me why you aren't reviewing (i.e. I suck) than not review at all and keep me in ignorant bliss, alright? So please give me feedback even if it is negative!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~THE WAITING ROOM ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
***********************Chapter Eight: A Look Into A Puzzle***********************
"Here," Tristan said triumphantly, handing her a cup. To his disappointment, she'd changed out of the skimpy PJs he had adored seeing her wearing into a much more "Rory" outfit: jeans and a sweater.
"Thank you. You're almost forgiven," she told him.
"That's more than your mother forgave me," he noted, which garnered him a glare from Lorelai.
"We had fun with your camera," Rory laughed.
"So I heard," Tristan said, worry creeping into his voice.
"Oh, don't look like that, it's fine," Rory laughed. "We're good with electronics." Lorelai snorted, and Rory shrugged. "Okay, not so good, but I swear, your expensive camera is fine."
"Good." Tristan glanced at the two, who were staring at him expectantly. "Should we work?"
Rory shook her head in disappointment. "You are quite dumb."
"Hey!" Tristan protested.
"We need food. We can not work without food. Where is our food?" Lorelai rapid-fired at him.
"You didn't tell me to buy food!" Tristan panicked.
Lorelai paused. "You're right. I didn't. But you should have none!"
"I should have," Tristan conceded. "Do you want me to go back to Luke's?"
Rory shook her head insistently. "No. Bad."
"Dean," Tristan laughed. "Oafish—"
"TRISTAN!" Rory cut him off.
"I didn't say anything," He pouted.
"Do we have Pop Tarts?" Rory asked her mom.
"Not any that are edible," she sighed. "And nothing else either."
"Then I guess it's Luke's. Chinese doesn't deliver this early."
Tristan rose and gallantly said, "I'll buy."
The Gilmore women broke into laughter. "No. You stay. We go." Rory spit out between giggles.
"Although I will take your wallet—" Lorelai winked.
"Mom!" Rory protested. "That's rude. If he's not allowed to come, he's not allowed to pay."
"Damn. You're right," Lorelai sighed.
"You two are allowing me to stay in your house, unsupervised?" Tristan asked in disbelief.
Lorelai frowned. "Yes. But you be good. I don't own a gun, but I know where to get one."
"I'll be good!" Tristan promised, not wanting to endure the wrath of the two Gilmores. No doubt, he would not survive.
Rory and Lorelai left him sitting on the couch, with instructions to not touch anything, look at anything, or smell anything.
He ignored all of them. He listened to their laughing voices carry down the street. When he was sure they were gone, he curiously looked around the more than messy room.
A pang of guilt shot through him as he stood up with the intent to look around, but he shrugged it off. This was quite possibly the only chance he would get to peek into the life of Rory Gilmore, an existence that had haunted him since that first day at Chilton.
He walked slowly into the kitchen, glancing at the door he'd seen Rory come out of. He pushed it open gingerly, and revealed to him a room that remarkably reminded him of Rory.
The orderly, organized appearance quickly melted when he saw the chaotic state of her desk and the impenetrable pile of clothes on her closet floor. Like Rory, the quirks and abnormalities were hidden behind a façade of sweetness and calmness.
He smiled as he turned and saw the packed-to-the-max bookshelf, with CDs scattered on top of it. He hesitated before pulling one book of and paging through it. He flipped through her CDs, noting the bands for future reference. He glanced in confusion at the box of cornstarch sitting on a shelf, but shrugged it off as another piece to the puzzle that is Rory Gilmore.
He overcame his almost unshakeable urge to look farther, and decided there was a line that he could not cross. He went back into the kitchen, taking care to leave the room exactly as he found it.
He pulled open a few cupboards, shaking his head in disbelief as he realized Rory and her mother weren't lying about having no food. All he found were miscellaneous boxes of expired food and a few random kitchen items.
He suddenly remembered the camera. He found it sitting on the desk in the living room, and he checked it over thoroughly to make sure they really hadn't killed it.
He pulled out the screen and realized they had taped something. He pressed the play button and sat down to watch.