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.
Chapter Fourteen
Mini-Golf
Four days. It had been four days since she had last seen Tristan. Four long, miserable days since he had walked out her
front door. She just prayed he hadn't walked out of her life as well. During these four days, she'd had plenty of time
to think. Too much, in fact. She had come to conclude that no matter how scared she was, no matter how much it may hurt,
she couldn't let Tristan go. Not now, not ever. The only problem was she wasn't sure if he felt the same. He obviously
had at some time. But that was before she went postal on him. Before he saw all of her fears and insecurities. Before--
Rory's musings were cut off by the distant ringing of the telephone.
"Let the fun begin," she mumbled under her breath as she began to search for the phone.
"Hello?" she asked after she found it under a stack of magazines on the kitchen table.
"Rory?"
"Yeah?" she asked.
"Hey, it's Tristan."
"Hey," she replied as she let out the breath of air she'd been holding. Maybe he didn't hate her after all.
"I was thinking maybe we could go play some mini-golf or something."
"Sounds good to me."
"Alright, well I'll be there in 30 minutes then."
"Okay. Bye."
"Bye."
She couldn't contain her excitement as she began to dance around the kitchen.
"Whoa, am I interrupting something here?" Lorelai asked as she walked into the house, coffe cup in hand.
"Very funny, Mom," Rory said sarcastically.
"Hey, I thought so. So, why so happy?"
"I just had a good day."
"Yeah, right. You've been moping around the house for the last four days, and suddenly it's all better? There's only
one thing that could have caused this sudden mood change."
"And what's that?" Rory questioned her mother.
"Drugs. And lots of them."
"Um, sorry, but no."
"Oh, well, it's Tristan then. You talked to him didn't you?"
"Maybe," Rory hedged, but her huge grin gave her away.
"Ooh, admit it! You want to hug him. You want to kiss him. You want to marry him. You think he's gorgeous!"
[A/N: Think Miss Congeneality here.]
"Okay, sure."
"Say it, Rory! Say it!" Lorelai said while jumping down.
"I want to hug him. I want to kiss him. I want to marry him. I think he's gorgeous!" she yelled.
"So, what did he say?" Lorelai asked, taking a sip of her coffee.
"We're going mini-golfing in-- oh crap!"
"What is it?"
"I only have 20 minutes to get ready!"
"So?"
"So I'm still in my pajamas!"
"So?"
"So I'd better get ready!"
"So why are you standing around talking to me?"
"I don't know!" Rory yelled as she dashed into her room.
"Oh yeah, she's in love," Lorelai laughed.
*** Mini-Golfing ***
Rory's brow was furrowed in concentration as she took a whack at the golf ball. She frowned as the windmill's blades
sent it right back to her.
Tristan laughed at her look of disappointment.
"Tristan, can I ask you something serious?" Rory asked him.
"Sure, go ahead," he responded.
"Why did you ask me to come here with you today?"
"I just wanted to hang out with you, that's all."
"Yeah, right. Like I'm going to believe that," Rory scoffed.
"I care about you, Rory. You know that," Tristan said seriously.
"Yeah, I know," she replied. "Now the only thing I'm wondering is what are you going to do about it?"
He gulped as Rory inched closer to him. "Whatever you want me too."
The next thing he felt was Rory's lips on his. Suddenly, everything felt right, just like it should be.
A/N: I could have gone into some lengthy explanation about the kiss, but I knew it would end up sounding really cheesy,
so I'll leave it up to your imagination. ;)
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.
Chapter Fourteen
Mini-Golf
Four days. It had been four days since she had last seen Tristan. Four long, miserable days since he had walked out her
front door. She just prayed he hadn't walked out of her life as well. During these four days, she'd had plenty of time
to think. Too much, in fact. She had come to conclude that no matter how scared she was, no matter how much it may hurt,
she couldn't let Tristan go. Not now, not ever. The only problem was she wasn't sure if he felt the same. He obviously
had at some time. But that was before she went postal on him. Before he saw all of her fears and insecurities. Before--
Rory's musings were cut off by the distant ringing of the telephone.
"Let the fun begin," she mumbled under her breath as she began to search for the phone.
"Hello?" she asked after she found it under a stack of magazines on the kitchen table.
"Rory?"
"Yeah?" she asked.
"Hey, it's Tristan."
"Hey," she replied as she let out the breath of air she'd been holding. Maybe he didn't hate her after all.
"I was thinking maybe we could go play some mini-golf or something."
"Sounds good to me."
"Alright, well I'll be there in 30 minutes then."
"Okay. Bye."
"Bye."
She couldn't contain her excitement as she began to dance around the kitchen.
"Whoa, am I interrupting something here?" Lorelai asked as she walked into the house, coffe cup in hand.
"Very funny, Mom," Rory said sarcastically.
"Hey, I thought so. So, why so happy?"
"I just had a good day."
"Yeah, right. You've been moping around the house for the last four days, and suddenly it's all better? There's only
one thing that could have caused this sudden mood change."
"And what's that?" Rory questioned her mother.
"Drugs. And lots of them."
"Um, sorry, but no."
"Oh, well, it's Tristan then. You talked to him didn't you?"
"Maybe," Rory hedged, but her huge grin gave her away.
"Ooh, admit it! You want to hug him. You want to kiss him. You want to marry him. You think he's gorgeous!"
[A/N: Think Miss Congeneality here.]
"Okay, sure."
"Say it, Rory! Say it!" Lorelai said while jumping down.
"I want to hug him. I want to kiss him. I want to marry him. I think he's gorgeous!" she yelled.
"So, what did he say?" Lorelai asked, taking a sip of her coffee.
"We're going mini-golfing in-- oh crap!"
"What is it?"
"I only have 20 minutes to get ready!"
"So?"
"So I'm still in my pajamas!"
"So?"
"So I'd better get ready!"
"So why are you standing around talking to me?"
"I don't know!" Rory yelled as she dashed into her room.
"Oh yeah, she's in love," Lorelai laughed.
*** Mini-Golfing ***
Rory's brow was furrowed in concentration as she took a whack at the golf ball. She frowned as the windmill's blades
sent it right back to her.
Tristan laughed at her look of disappointment.
"Tristan, can I ask you something serious?" Rory asked him.
"Sure, go ahead," he responded.
"Why did you ask me to come here with you today?"
"I just wanted to hang out with you, that's all."
"Yeah, right. Like I'm going to believe that," Rory scoffed.
"I care about you, Rory. You know that," Tristan said seriously.
"Yeah, I know," she replied. "Now the only thing I'm wondering is what are you going to do about it?"
He gulped as Rory inched closer to him. "Whatever you want me too."
The next thing he felt was Rory's lips on his. Suddenly, everything felt right, just like it should be.
A/N: I could have gone into some lengthy explanation about the kiss, but I knew it would end up sounding really cheesy,
so I'll leave it up to your imagination. ;)