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A/N : I know everyone wants a lot of sappy Troryness, but I try to keep my stories at least somewhat believable, therefore I must have tension, anguish, and anger. But my stories also always have a happy ending :) Keep that in mind when things go haywire (not so much in this chapter, but in the future) K, onto chapter six!
"Dont Say You Love Me"
Chapter 06
"What is wrong with you?" Lane demanded, tossing a pillow at her lifelong best friend.
Rory, who was laying on her bed, staring at the ceiling, lost in thought, caught the pillow and glanced over at her. "What are you talking about?"
Lane crossed her arms. "I've been here for two hours and you've barely said two words. You're just laying there, doing nothing. Whats wrong?"
Sitting up, Rory gave her friend an apologetic look. "Im sorry, my mind's just not all here tonight."
"Long day?"
Sighing, Rory nodded. "Very."
And as she had a knack for doing, Lorelai managed to bound in right at that moment. "Very what?"
"Very long day." Rory responded.
Lorelai nodded. "Oh yes, because staring at hot rich guys all day is very hard. My heart goes out to you."
"You're not helping, Mom."
Sensing this was about to become a mother daughter moment, Lane stood up. "Im going to get going. Call me later, Ror."
"Okay. Bye Lane." Rory said, waving as her friend retreated out of the bedroom. Once she was gone, she turned to her mother. "Coffee?"
"In a minute. First I want you to tell me alllll about your day." Lorelai said, smirking as she sat down next to her.
"Never once in my twenty-three years have I heard you put getting coffee off, you must really be interested." Rory commented.
"Story time, missy." Lorelai commanded, ignoring Rorys comment.
Rolling her eyes, Rory propped herself up on one elbow. "Tristan is one of our eligible bachelors."
Lorelai looked confused. "Tristan?"
"Evil-Tristan? Bible Boy? Boot Camp Kid?" Rory supplied.
"OH!" Lorelai gasped. "That Tristan. What happened?"
"Nothing, really. We interviewed, we talked, we laughed, we're going out for coffee tomorrow."
"Coffee?" Lorelai repeated, her eyes wide with excitement. "Can I -"
"No." Rory cut in, smiling.
"Mean, mean, mean. But seriously, you're going out tomorrow? My wittle girl on a date wif big bad Tristan?" Lorelai asked in a baby voice.
"You do know you're 39 and not 2, right?"
"So whats he look like? I mean, he's gotta be hot if he made the most eligible bachelors list, right?" Lorelai prodded, once again ignoring the previous comment.
Rory shrugged.
"Withholding information from your mother again? You must be punished. Hmm, I bet he's a gargoyle. Really short with those beady black eyes and that weird hair that sticks out every which way no matter what you do to it...."
Well, she's got the messed up hair part right, Rory thought. "He's not a gargoyle, Mom."
"Details, child, I need details. Or Im going to have to follow you tomorrow when you go get coffee with the evil bachelor from Hell, so I can see for myself. I'll bring a camera and take pictures too. Hey, then if he makes you mad, we can throw darts at it and ..."
"How much caffeine have you consumed today?" Rory asked, amusement creeping into her voice. Somehow she could imagine her mother doing just those things.
"A few pots." Lorelai replied,dismissing it with a wave of her hand. "Spill it, dear daughter o' mine."
"He's tall, maybe 6'1 or so, these amazingly blue eyes and tousled blond hair, that just looks so soft...." Rory murmured, her voice trailing off.
Lorelai watched, amused, as Rory seemed to drift off into her own little world. Something had happened today, that much was for sure. She had never seen her like this before. "Uh, huh, I see. So you admit he's hot?"
Rory's cheeks tinted pink. Had someone asked that question yesterday, she probably would've beheaded them. Today, however, something changed. Maybe because he hadn't acted like the juvenile jerk she had known in high school, but rather as a real human being. "He's okay, I guess."
"Since when do you blush over just okay looking guys?"
"I wasn't blushing!" Rory objected.
"Yes, you were honey. Don't worry, I won't tell anyone." Lorelai teased.
Rory scrunched up her nose and stuck her tongue out at her mom. And on a second thought, reached over and threw the pillow Lane had used earlier, at her.
******
"So, like, I was thinking about dying my hair blond, but not really blond, cuz I dont want to look like a bimbo," Jenny was saying. Or at least he thought her name was Jenny, he hadn't been listening when she introduced herself. "What do you think?"
Snapping out of his reverie, Tristan glanced over at her. "Yeah, whatever."
Jenny giggled, snapping her gum and moved closer to him. "Why don't we get to know each other better?" She whispered, her breath hot on his neck.
Tristan cringed. That was a line he would normally use when trying to bed a woman. But today, it just made him sick. Because of her . Because suddenly she was back in his life and just having her there made him want to be purer, to put an end to his playboy ways. Removing Jenny's hand from his upper arm, he stood up. "I just remembered, I've got plans for today, so I've gotta go."
Jenny pouted, sticking one full red lip out at him. "Oh, okay. Maybe tomorrow?"
"Busy tomorrow, too." Tristan said, smiling inside. Tomorrow he'd be sipping coffee with Rory.
Standing up, Jenny slithered over to him. "How about I give you my number and you give me a call when you've got time."
Tristan backed away slightly, much to the disappointment of her. "I don't think that'll be necessary."
"Oh come on." Jenny replied, doing the pouty thing again.
"I'll see you around," Tristan called as he headed out the door, not bothering to wait for her response. Once outside and in his car, he let out a pent up sigh. What was wrong with him? Under normal circumstances, the two of them would be rocking each others worlds, but his life was no longer normal. Rory. He hated that he let her have so much control over his feelings and his actions still. But he just couldn't help it. Shaking his head, he pulled out of the driveway and sped off in the direction of his house.
******
The Next Morning
"Mooooooommmmmmmmm, where's my sparkly blue tank top?" Rory bellowed from her place, nearly buried under the mound of clothes in the laundry room.
Lorelai bounded down the basement stairs and moments later, appeared in the doorway. "You mean my sparkly blue tank top?"
Rory glared at her. "How is it yours? I was under the impression that things that were bought belonged to the person who paid for them."
Sticking her tongue out, Lorelai grinned. "It should be in the dryer."
"Right, because I can find that piece of equipment." Rory grumbled, pushing her hair out of her face.
Lorelai bit her lip, glancing around. "Its over there I think."
Rory headed in the direction her mother was pointing, shrieking triumphantly as she pulled out the lost article of clothing. "Yahoo! Thanks, Mom."
"Thats Master Mom to you."
"Umm, okay. Im going to get dressed." Rory rolled her eyes, heading up the stairs.
******
Tristan sat in a back booth at Starbucks, waiting for the door to chime and Rory to enter. Glancing at his watch, he sighed. It was only a quarter to twelve, fifteen more minutes. He had gotten there around eleven, unable to sit around his house and wait any longer. Taking a gulp of his cappuccino, Tristan let his mind wander to the day before, imagining how beautiful Rory had looked even in her simple black business attire. There was just something about her, something that had kept his feelings alive for her, no matter how hard he tried to suppress them. Sure, she was gorgeous, any male with eyes would admit that much, but there was so much more to her than that. She was incredibly intelligent, witty, and seemed to take each day as it came to her, never taking anything for granted. Even more than that, she had a big heart, something you didn't find often among the elite of Hartford. And she missed you, the tiny voice in Tristans head reminded him. He had to smile at that, she had admitted she missed him, and he hadn't even had to try and pry it out of her. Taking another sip of his drink, he glanced up just in time to see
the object of his thoughts come in. She gazed around nervously, looking a little lost. Tristan realized she probably couldn't see him way back there, and so, with his heart pounding at the sight of her, he stood, waving a little. Spotting him, she broke out into a smile that made his heart lurch.
"I almost thought you stood me up," Rory joked, sitting down across from him.
"I wouldn't do that, Mary," Tristan replied, a smile appearing on his face.
Rory eyed him and then smiled back. "Good to know. How are you?"
Better, now that you're here, Tristan almost said, but caught himself. "Great, actually. And you?"
"Pretty good," Rory started, but was interrupted by a waitress. The woman took her order and then disappeared again. "So.."
"What are your plans for today?" Tristan asked.
Rory shrugged. "The one interview we had scheduled today was cancelled, so I don't really have anything to do."
"Think you could stomach spending the day with me?" Tristan suggested, crossing his fingers.
"Keep your ego in check and I think we'll get along fine," Rory replied, smirking slightly.
Inwardly, Tristan was doing a victory dance. He had to be the luckiest son of a gun on the planet, getting the chance to spend the day with Rory Gilmore. "I think I can handle that. Give us some time to catch up."
Rory nodded, smiling. "Sounds good to me."
******
Tristan and Rory's day together progressed nicely, minus a few moments of tension here and there, the two got along excellently. Things were definately looking up as they agreed to try again at a friendship and made plans to do something over the upcoming holiday weekend.
******
Rushed ending, yes? Sorry, I'm trying. For future reference, this story takes place at the end of June, so the upcoming holiday would be the 4th of July (american holiday, for all non-us-ers). Fireworks are coming.... in more ways then one.
And as usual, 10 more reviews will get you the next chapter either later today or tomorrow. Its all up to you :)
*~* Shay *~*
Feedback : *sniffles* You love me, you really love me :) Yes, Im over dramatic. Thank you all you kind kind people who have reviewed. You guys seriously rock my socks. Keep giving me your opinions peoples, I need them. :)
A/N : I know everyone wants a lot of sappy Troryness, but I try to keep my stories at least somewhat believable, therefore I must have tension, anguish, and anger. But my stories also always have a happy ending :) Keep that in mind when things go haywire (not so much in this chapter, but in the future) K, onto chapter six!
Chapter 06
"What is wrong with you?" Lane demanded, tossing a pillow at her lifelong best friend.
Rory, who was laying on her bed, staring at the ceiling, lost in thought, caught the pillow and glanced over at her. "What are you talking about?"
Lane crossed her arms. "I've been here for two hours and you've barely said two words. You're just laying there, doing nothing. Whats wrong?"
Sitting up, Rory gave her friend an apologetic look. "Im sorry, my mind's just not all here tonight."
"Long day?"
Sighing, Rory nodded. "Very."
And as she had a knack for doing, Lorelai managed to bound in right at that moment. "Very what?"
"Very long day." Rory responded.
Lorelai nodded. "Oh yes, because staring at hot rich guys all day is very hard. My heart goes out to you."
"You're not helping, Mom."
Sensing this was about to become a mother daughter moment, Lane stood up. "Im going to get going. Call me later, Ror."
"Okay. Bye Lane." Rory said, waving as her friend retreated out of the bedroom. Once she was gone, she turned to her mother. "Coffee?"
"In a minute. First I want you to tell me alllll about your day." Lorelai said, smirking as she sat down next to her.
"Never once in my twenty-three years have I heard you put getting coffee off, you must really be interested." Rory commented.
"Story time, missy." Lorelai commanded, ignoring Rorys comment.
Rolling her eyes, Rory propped herself up on one elbow. "Tristan is one of our eligible bachelors."
Lorelai looked confused. "Tristan?"
"Evil-Tristan? Bible Boy? Boot Camp Kid?" Rory supplied.
"OH!" Lorelai gasped. "That Tristan. What happened?"
"Nothing, really. We interviewed, we talked, we laughed, we're going out for coffee tomorrow."
"Coffee?" Lorelai repeated, her eyes wide with excitement. "Can I -"
"No." Rory cut in, smiling.
"Mean, mean, mean. But seriously, you're going out tomorrow? My wittle girl on a date wif big bad Tristan?" Lorelai asked in a baby voice.
"You do know you're 39 and not 2, right?"
"So whats he look like? I mean, he's gotta be hot if he made the most eligible bachelors list, right?" Lorelai prodded, once again ignoring the previous comment.
Rory shrugged.
"Withholding information from your mother again? You must be punished. Hmm, I bet he's a gargoyle. Really short with those beady black eyes and that weird hair that sticks out every which way no matter what you do to it...."
Well, she's got the messed up hair part right, Rory thought. "He's not a gargoyle, Mom."
"Details, child, I need details. Or Im going to have to follow you tomorrow when you go get coffee with the evil bachelor from Hell, so I can see for myself. I'll bring a camera and take pictures too. Hey, then if he makes you mad, we can throw darts at it and ..."
"How much caffeine have you consumed today?" Rory asked, amusement creeping into her voice. Somehow she could imagine her mother doing just those things.
"A few pots." Lorelai replied,dismissing it with a wave of her hand. "Spill it, dear daughter o' mine."
"He's tall, maybe 6'1 or so, these amazingly blue eyes and tousled blond hair, that just looks so soft...." Rory murmured, her voice trailing off.
Lorelai watched, amused, as Rory seemed to drift off into her own little world. Something had happened today, that much was for sure. She had never seen her like this before. "Uh, huh, I see. So you admit he's hot?"
Rory's cheeks tinted pink. Had someone asked that question yesterday, she probably would've beheaded them. Today, however, something changed. Maybe because he hadn't acted like the juvenile jerk she had known in high school, but rather as a real human being. "He's okay, I guess."
"Since when do you blush over just okay looking guys?"
"I wasn't blushing!" Rory objected.
"Yes, you were honey. Don't worry, I won't tell anyone." Lorelai teased.
Rory scrunched up her nose and stuck her tongue out at her mom. And on a second thought, reached over and threw the pillow Lane had used earlier, at her.
******
"So, like, I was thinking about dying my hair blond, but not really blond, cuz I dont want to look like a bimbo," Jenny was saying. Or at least he thought her name was Jenny, he hadn't been listening when she introduced herself. "What do you think?"
Snapping out of his reverie, Tristan glanced over at her. "Yeah, whatever."
Jenny giggled, snapping her gum and moved closer to him. "Why don't we get to know each other better?" She whispered, her breath hot on his neck.
Tristan cringed. That was a line he would normally use when trying to bed a woman. But today, it just made him sick. Because of her . Because suddenly she was back in his life and just having her there made him want to be purer, to put an end to his playboy ways. Removing Jenny's hand from his upper arm, he stood up. "I just remembered, I've got plans for today, so I've gotta go."
Jenny pouted, sticking one full red lip out at him. "Oh, okay. Maybe tomorrow?"
"Busy tomorrow, too." Tristan said, smiling inside. Tomorrow he'd be sipping coffee with Rory.
Standing up, Jenny slithered over to him. "How about I give you my number and you give me a call when you've got time."
Tristan backed away slightly, much to the disappointment of her. "I don't think that'll be necessary."
"Oh come on." Jenny replied, doing the pouty thing again.
"I'll see you around," Tristan called as he headed out the door, not bothering to wait for her response. Once outside and in his car, he let out a pent up sigh. What was wrong with him? Under normal circumstances, the two of them would be rocking each others worlds, but his life was no longer normal. Rory. He hated that he let her have so much control over his feelings and his actions still. But he just couldn't help it. Shaking his head, he pulled out of the driveway and sped off in the direction of his house.
******
The Next Morning
"Mooooooommmmmmmmm, where's my sparkly blue tank top?" Rory bellowed from her place, nearly buried under the mound of clothes in the laundry room.
Lorelai bounded down the basement stairs and moments later, appeared in the doorway. "You mean my sparkly blue tank top?"
Rory glared at her. "How is it yours? I was under the impression that things that were bought belonged to the person who paid for them."
Sticking her tongue out, Lorelai grinned. "It should be in the dryer."
"Right, because I can find that piece of equipment." Rory grumbled, pushing her hair out of her face.
Lorelai bit her lip, glancing around. "Its over there I think."
Rory headed in the direction her mother was pointing, shrieking triumphantly as she pulled out the lost article of clothing. "Yahoo! Thanks, Mom."
"Thats Master Mom to you."
"Umm, okay. Im going to get dressed." Rory rolled her eyes, heading up the stairs.
******
Tristan sat in a back booth at Starbucks, waiting for the door to chime and Rory to enter. Glancing at his watch, he sighed. It was only a quarter to twelve, fifteen more minutes. He had gotten there around eleven, unable to sit around his house and wait any longer. Taking a gulp of his cappuccino, Tristan let his mind wander to the day before, imagining how beautiful Rory had looked even in her simple black business attire. There was just something about her, something that had kept his feelings alive for her, no matter how hard he tried to suppress them. Sure, she was gorgeous, any male with eyes would admit that much, but there was so much more to her than that. She was incredibly intelligent, witty, and seemed to take each day as it came to her, never taking anything for granted. Even more than that, she had a big heart, something you didn't find often among the elite of Hartford. And she missed you, the tiny voice in Tristans head reminded him. He had to smile at that, she had admitted she missed him, and he hadn't even had to try and pry it out of her. Taking another sip of his drink, he glanced up just in time to see
the object of his thoughts come in. She gazed around nervously, looking a little lost. Tristan realized she probably couldn't see him way back there, and so, with his heart pounding at the sight of her, he stood, waving a little. Spotting him, she broke out into a smile that made his heart lurch.
"I almost thought you stood me up," Rory joked, sitting down across from him.
"I wouldn't do that, Mary," Tristan replied, a smile appearing on his face.
Rory eyed him and then smiled back. "Good to know. How are you?"
Better, now that you're here, Tristan almost said, but caught himself. "Great, actually. And you?"
"Pretty good," Rory started, but was interrupted by a waitress. The woman took her order and then disappeared again. "So.."
"What are your plans for today?" Tristan asked.
Rory shrugged. "The one interview we had scheduled today was cancelled, so I don't really have anything to do."
"Think you could stomach spending the day with me?" Tristan suggested, crossing his fingers.
"Keep your ego in check and I think we'll get along fine," Rory replied, smirking slightly.
Inwardly, Tristan was doing a victory dance. He had to be the luckiest son of a gun on the planet, getting the chance to spend the day with Rory Gilmore. "I think I can handle that. Give us some time to catch up."
Rory nodded, smiling. "Sounds good to me."
******
Tristan and Rory's day together progressed nicely, minus a few moments of tension here and there, the two got along excellently. Things were definately looking up as they agreed to try again at a friendship and made plans to do something over the upcoming holiday weekend.
******
Rushed ending, yes? Sorry, I'm trying. For future reference, this story takes place at the end of June, so the upcoming holiday would be the 4th of July (american holiday, for all non-us-ers). Fireworks are coming.... in more ways then one.
And as usual, 10 more reviews will get you the next chapter either later today or tomorrow. Its all up to you :)
*~* Shay *~*