DISCLAIMER: I own nothing. Not the show, the characters, nada. The plot line is my own however.
RATING: PG [just to be safe]
PAIRING: Trory
SETTING: This is set after both Tristan and Rory have graduated college. Dean and Rory broke up a month after Tristan left.
Rory never kissed Jess.
SUMMARY: Tristan's parents and Rory's grandparents went to set up a marriage between Tristan and Rory for a successful
business merger.
A/N: *....* is the characters thinking.
Okay, I don't know about you all, but I'm getting a little bored here. We need some drama!!!
Also, thanks again for all of your reviews! We're over 100! woohoo :D
BIG APOLOGY!! I know it's been two long months since I've updated. I've actually had this chapter written for a while
but I didn't post it because I wasn't sure if I liked where it was going. In this case however, something's better than
nothing I suppose. Anyways, I'm sorry and I hope you like it.
Chapter Eleven
Argument
***Gilmore Mansion, Friday Night Dinner***
"This is like one of those recurring nightmares. Just when you think you're rid of it, it starts all over again."
Rory rolled her eyes at her mother's dramatics and rang the doorbell.
"Let the hell begin," Lorelai groaned.
The door swung open with Emily Gilmore smiling widely at them. "Come in!" Once they were all safely inside, Emily turned to
them with a mischievous grin. "There's been a change of plans tonight girls."
"Oh, so we can leave then?" Lorelai asked, motioning to the door.
"No, Lorelai," Emily said testily. "We've concluded that Tristan and Rory will dine in the garden, while the rest of us will
partake of our meal in the dining room as usual."
"I'm sorry, I missed the whole part where you tell us why this is necessary," Lorelai replied.
"Well, obviously, it's so that they can get to know one another," Emily said.
"Obviously."
***Garden***
There was a few minutes of awkward silence until Tristan tried to begin conversation.
"So, Mary, is there a reason why you're not saying anything?" Tristan asked, smirk firmly in place.
"Is there a reason why you can't shut up?" Rory responded.
"Okay, I get the message," Tristan said.
"Look, it's not you. My head hurts and I have a stuffy nose. I'd just rather be anywhere but here right now."
"So, let's leave," he suggested.
Rory looked at him skeptically, trying to determine if he was kidding or not. "Are you serious?"
"Sure, why not?"
"Don't you think that my grandparents and your parents will have problems with this?" Rory asked him.
"As long as we're spending time together, I doubt they care."
"Good point," Rory paused to think. "Now that you mention it, I've been craving a Frappucino all day." [A/N: I love those
things! Okay, sorry. On with the story!]
"What are we waiting for?" Tristan smiled as he led the way to his car.
***In Car, En Route To Starbucks***
"Okay, did you get laid last night or something?"
"What?!" Tristan asked in shock. *Did she say what I think she said?*
"Well, it's just you keep smiling. And I know it's not my great company because personally I feel like crap. So I was just
wondering why you're so happy," Rory explained.
"And so you automatically jumped to the conclusion that it has something to do with sex," Tristan said, a hint of irritation
in his voice.
"No! Yes. I don't know. Maybe."
"You don't sound too sure of yourself there, Mary."
"Well, what am I supposed to think? That's the impression you give off." Rory was now becoming angered as well.
"Or is that just what you'd like to believe?"
"What the hell is that supposed to mean?!" Rory replied, raising her voice.
"It means, that maybe you'd rather believe that I'm some sort of sex addict then believe that I actually care for you! That I
have ever since Chilton!" he raised his voice to match her own.
"You sure have a funny way of showing it! Taunting me, irritating me, constantly saying sexual innuendos. Last time I checked,
that's not the best way to show you like someone!"
"Maybe I was insecure."
"Ha! You insecure?" Rory scoffed.
"Why do you find that so hard to believe?" Tristan asked angrily.
"Maybe because everything you did pointed to the opposite of that fact. How could you have expected me to like someone I didn't
even know? You hid the real you from me and then you're angry that I don't know what you're really like."
They sat in tense silence for a few minutes until Rory quietly said, "Take me home."
"What?"
"I said take me home. I'll just get coffee at Luke's."
"Fine."
***Luke's***
Rory opened the door, still fuming over what Tristan had said.
"Rory!"
She slowly turned around.
"I'm sorry, okay?"
"Whatever." He watched as she strode into the diner. *I really blew it with her this time.*
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A/N: It's that time again: Review! I promise I won't takes such a long hiatus this time!
RATING: PG [just to be safe]
PAIRING: Trory
SETTING: This is set after both Tristan and Rory have graduated college. Dean and Rory broke up a month after Tristan left.
Rory never kissed Jess.
SUMMARY: Tristan's parents and Rory's grandparents went to set up a marriage between Tristan and Rory for a successful
business merger.
A/N: *....* is the characters thinking.
Okay, I don't know about you all, but I'm getting a little bored here. We need some drama!!!
Also, thanks again for all of your reviews! We're over 100! woohoo :D
BIG APOLOGY!! I know it's been two long months since I've updated. I've actually had this chapter written for a while
but I didn't post it because I wasn't sure if I liked where it was going. In this case however, something's better than
nothing I suppose. Anyways, I'm sorry and I hope you like it.
Chapter Eleven
Argument
***Gilmore Mansion, Friday Night Dinner***
"This is like one of those recurring nightmares. Just when you think you're rid of it, it starts all over again."
Rory rolled her eyes at her mother's dramatics and rang the doorbell.
"Let the hell begin," Lorelai groaned.
The door swung open with Emily Gilmore smiling widely at them. "Come in!" Once they were all safely inside, Emily turned to
them with a mischievous grin. "There's been a change of plans tonight girls."
"Oh, so we can leave then?" Lorelai asked, motioning to the door.
"No, Lorelai," Emily said testily. "We've concluded that Tristan and Rory will dine in the garden, while the rest of us will
partake of our meal in the dining room as usual."
"I'm sorry, I missed the whole part where you tell us why this is necessary," Lorelai replied.
"Well, obviously, it's so that they can get to know one another," Emily said.
"Obviously."
***Garden***
There was a few minutes of awkward silence until Tristan tried to begin conversation.
"So, Mary, is there a reason why you're not saying anything?" Tristan asked, smirk firmly in place.
"Is there a reason why you can't shut up?" Rory responded.
"Okay, I get the message," Tristan said.
"Look, it's not you. My head hurts and I have a stuffy nose. I'd just rather be anywhere but here right now."
"So, let's leave," he suggested.
Rory looked at him skeptically, trying to determine if he was kidding or not. "Are you serious?"
"Sure, why not?"
"Don't you think that my grandparents and your parents will have problems with this?" Rory asked him.
"As long as we're spending time together, I doubt they care."
"Good point," Rory paused to think. "Now that you mention it, I've been craving a Frappucino all day." [A/N: I love those
things! Okay, sorry. On with the story!]
"What are we waiting for?" Tristan smiled as he led the way to his car.
***In Car, En Route To Starbucks***
"Okay, did you get laid last night or something?"
"What?!" Tristan asked in shock. *Did she say what I think she said?*
"Well, it's just you keep smiling. And I know it's not my great company because personally I feel like crap. So I was just
wondering why you're so happy," Rory explained.
"And so you automatically jumped to the conclusion that it has something to do with sex," Tristan said, a hint of irritation
in his voice.
"No! Yes. I don't know. Maybe."
"You don't sound too sure of yourself there, Mary."
"Well, what am I supposed to think? That's the impression you give off." Rory was now becoming angered as well.
"Or is that just what you'd like to believe?"
"What the hell is that supposed to mean?!" Rory replied, raising her voice.
"It means, that maybe you'd rather believe that I'm some sort of sex addict then believe that I actually care for you! That I
have ever since Chilton!" he raised his voice to match her own.
"You sure have a funny way of showing it! Taunting me, irritating me, constantly saying sexual innuendos. Last time I checked,
that's not the best way to show you like someone!"
"Maybe I was insecure."
"Ha! You insecure?" Rory scoffed.
"Why do you find that so hard to believe?" Tristan asked angrily.
"Maybe because everything you did pointed to the opposite of that fact. How could you have expected me to like someone I didn't
even know? You hid the real you from me and then you're angry that I don't know what you're really like."
They sat in tense silence for a few minutes until Rory quietly said, "Take me home."
"What?"
"I said take me home. I'll just get coffee at Luke's."
"Fine."
***Luke's***
Rory opened the door, still fuming over what Tristan had said.
"Rory!"
She slowly turned around.
"I'm sorry, okay?"
"Whatever." He watched as she strode into the diner. *I really blew it with her this time.*
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A/N: It's that time again: Review! I promise I won't takes such a long hiatus this time!