Disclaimer :
I know I said I killed 'em, but I just thought this chapter might need one.
I have no idea if Hope, Connecticut really exists, its just a town I made
up. So if it does, I dont own it. And I don't own any of the characters/etc.
K. Done.
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A/N : Hey guys, I am so so so sorry that its taken so long for me to get this up (really, two days is a hellova a long time for me not to update). My cold is finally gone, so my life is once again a hectic mess. I started this chapter on paper, but Im finishing it on the computer, due to the writers block that has plagued my hand. If you don't like it, don't read it :) And, since you guys are the ones who read this, are my authors notes on every chapter annoying? If they are and you don't wanna see 'em anymore, just tell me and I'll shove a sock in my over babbling mouth. Alright? Okay then. To the story we go!
"Don't Say You Love Me"
Chapter 09
Friday, July 4 -- 7 am
"We made it," Tristan sighed, as all four adults collapsed inside the Gilmore's summer home.
"And it only took us twelve hours," Rory yawned, shooting a teasing glare at her mother.
Too exhausted to notice, Lorelai stumbled towards the stairs. "Come. Let there be sleep." She managed to get out before a yawn took control.
The remaining three got to their own tired feet, leaning on each other for support and followed her to wherever a bed may reside. Not even coffee could cure this state of extreme exhaustion.
*****
Rory awoke some six hours later to a strange sense of comfort. There was something hot and rather heavy lying on her chest, but the feeling wasn't a bad one. Opening one eye, she was met with a head full of blond locks. It was then her other eye sprung open and her breathing became erratic. Tristan. Tristan was not only sleeping in the same bed as her, but he was also sleeping on her. Biting her lip in thought, she wracked her mind as to what she should do. Should she push him off and bolt from the room, should she try to slip out from beneath his sleeping head, should she just let him sleep or should she wake him and ask him to move? So many choices, and no answers. Rory nearly jumped out of her skin as one of his hands came up and subconsciously scratched his nose as he murmured incoherently.
Calm down Gilmore, she scolded herself. Nothing happened, there's no reason to throw things out of proportion . Finally resounding to try and get up without waking him, Rory moved slowly, gingerly picking his head up. He fidgeted slightly, but she managed to slide off the bed and lay it back on a pillow before he awoke. Sighing with relief, Rory glanced around the room, taking in the surroundings in attempt to free her mind of the thoughts on how soft his hair had been. Light poured in from the large windows, warming her with their rays. The door that led to the hallway was partially open and noise from the floor below informed her that not only was her mother awake, she was also on a raid for coffee. Taking one more look at the sleeping Tristan, she headed downstairs. As expected, she found Lorelai wandering around the kitchen, muttering about how people with so much money should be able to afford coffee makers.
"Morning, er afternoon, Mom." Rory said, sitting down on a stool.
Lorelai whirled around, jumping slightly. "Good, God, child, haven't you learned not to do such evil things to me until I've had my coffee? Not that you could have such a thing in this house. My parents are satan in old people's skin. They send me to this, this place for four days that does not come equipped with that cute little thing that makes us our lifeline. I say we riot. You're with me, right?"
Smiling, Rory quietly listened to her mothers familiar babbling. Checking the fridge for food before answering, she turned to her. "There's no food either. There's gotta be some kind of restaurant around here, right?"
"Hmm.. in town, I think. Restaurants serve coffee.. lets go," Lorelai mumbled, grabbing Rory's arm and pulling her out the door. Climbing into the jeep, she frowned. "Rats, forgot the keys. Be right back."
"Um, Mom?" Rory stopped her. "What about them?"
Lorelai looked deep in thought for a second. "Let 'em sleep. Luke will just try to stop the nice lady from bringing us coffee anyways. We'll bring 'em back something."
Rory nodded. "Don't forget to leave them a note."
"K. Back in a flash."
*****
Fifteen minutes later the two Gilmores were seated at a booth in a small diner, not unlike the one they practically lived at in Stars Hollow. Two cups and three empty pots of coffee sat on the table between them. The waitress had become so fed up with them asking for more she had just left the pot at their table, much to their amusement.
"So, tell me about last night. How far did you guys have to walk?" Lorelai asked, taking a big bite of the fudge brownie sundae they were sharing.
Rory wiped the chocolate from around her mouth. "Pretty far. I don't know exactly, I fell asleep."
Lorelai gave her a confused look. "Since when do you sleep walk?"
"I didn't sleep walk. Tristan carried me."
"He carried you?!" Lorelai gasped. "Why did you not tell me this?"
Rory shrugged. "Because we were all falling over by the time we got in this morning. Its not a big deal."
"Not a big deal? Im sorry, hon, but you're insane. I dont know of many guys who would voluntarily carry someone. You're not exactly light either."
"Hey!" Rory objected.
Lorelai smirked. "Sorry, babe."
"Anyways.. like I said, its not a big deal. I was tired, he offered, end of story."
"I dont think so. I think he has an ulterior motive."
"What is that supposed to mean?" Rory asked.
Lorelai shrugged, taking another bite of their dessert. "Nothing."
"You're impossible."
"Sorry to inform you, Ror. But such a trait runs in the family. "
"Lucky me," Rory groaned, but smiling.
*****
Where the hell am I, was Tristans first thought as he came out of his slumber. It wasnt an all together foreign thought to him, he awoke many mornings in the bed of the previous nights conquest. But usually on those mornings he felt empty inside, as if everytime he slept with a woman a piece of him was left in their bed. Today, however, was different. Much different. Waking he felt nothing but contentment and peace with everything. The smell of vanilla permeated the pillows and for a second, he wondered just what took place the night before when it all came crashing back into his head. He was lying in one of the beds at Rorys grandparents summer home, where he was going to spend the weekend with the most special person in his life. Rory. Just as the image of her sweet face appeared in his mind, Tristan bolted into a sitting position. He knew for a fact that they had fallen asleep in the same bed last night, so where the hell was she? Then he calmed, his rational side taking over. She was probably already awake, downstairs, bantering with her mother, another woman he had grown quite fond of in the short time he had known her. It was apparent that Rory got her good looks from her. Smiling, he swung his legs over the side of the bed and sauntered out of the room and down the stairs. Walking around until he found the kitchen, he was surprised to see just Luke sitting at the table.
"Morning," he said, sitting down.
Luke glanced up and gave him a gruffy smile. "Morning. Hope you're not eager to eat, we're waiting on them to bring us back something."
Tristan shook his head. "Im good. They went out?"
"Hours ago. By now they've consumed illegal amounts of caffeine and it will take us all day to wear them down. Enjoy the silence while you can." Luke confirmed, his obvious affection for Lorelai shown through his words.
"Great. When do you think they'll be back?"
"The world may never know."
Grinning, Tristan stood up. "Im going to shower."
"Nothing happened last night, did it?" Luke asked suddenly, his fatherly instincts kicking in.
Turning around to face him, Tristan shook his head again. "No."
Luke searched his face to make sure he wasn't lying and nodded when he saw nothing but the truth in Tristans eyes. "Good."
*****
Two hours later Lorelai and Rory reappeared at the house, looking indefinitely better then they had when they had left earlier. Luke and Tristan ate quickly as the girls filled them in on the towns Fourth of July traditional celebration.
"So we have the parade at 5 and then we go get dinner, after that we kill time that the flea market until the fireworks start around 10." Lorelai concluded, sharing a haughty look with her daughter.
Tristan and Luke shared a look as well, a very very amused one. "Flea market?" Tristan questioned, raising a eyebrow.
Rory grinned. "I'm sure you'll find it most informative."
"Not just any flea market," Lorelai jumped in. "But Hope, Connecticut's annual Fourth of July flea market. It comes but once a year and everyone flocks to this tiny town just for it. Anything your heart desires can be found at this thing, including," she paused for effect, glancing teasingly at Luke," coffee."
"And not just any coffee," Rory added. "But the most incredible tasting coffee. Coffee that will light your taste buds on fire, put some bounce in your walk. The coffee of the God's."
Tristan cocked his head to one side, grinning. "I see. And, this coffee you speak of, what would happen, hypothetically of course, if we," he stopped, gesturing to himself and Luke,"refused to let you have any?"
Lorelai's mouth dropped open and her eyes went wide. Turning to Rory, she hissed at her. "We have new mission. Kill the male species before weekend is over."
Rory smirked, and wiggled her finger at Tristan, motioning for him to bend down so she could whisper in his ear. He obliged happily. "Then you, Mr. Most Eligible Bachelor, will have a problem. A certain body part, your favorite, I would presume, will no longer be attached where it belongs. I don't think your groupies would appreciate that very much, hmm?"
Tristan's eyes bulged, unable to believe what he had just heard come out of her mouth. Seeing this, her smirk just intensified. "Don't mess with a caffeine addict." She murmured before disappearing into the kitchen. He turned to Lorelai and Luke, who just shrugged.
*******
Okay, I decided to be evil. I had one reallllly long chapter going here, but Im splitting into two parts. This is what we call a crappy filler chapter. I'll have the juicy stuff coming tomorrow (really, its written, im just mean).. and some trory action is coming very very very soon.. but not the way one would expect :) Hehe.
*~* Shay *~*
Feedback : Naturally. I feed off feedback. As long as the feedback isn't a threat to kill me. Then I'd just have to take legal action, which isn't fun. So please, spare my life.
A/N : Hey guys, I am so so so sorry that its taken so long for me to get this up (really, two days is a hellova a long time for me not to update). My cold is finally gone, so my life is once again a hectic mess. I started this chapter on paper, but Im finishing it on the computer, due to the writers block that has plagued my hand. If you don't like it, don't read it :) And, since you guys are the ones who read this, are my authors notes on every chapter annoying? If they are and you don't wanna see 'em anymore, just tell me and I'll shove a sock in my over babbling mouth. Alright? Okay then. To the story we go!
Chapter 09
Friday, July 4 -- 7 am
"We made it," Tristan sighed, as all four adults collapsed inside the Gilmore's summer home.
"And it only took us twelve hours," Rory yawned, shooting a teasing glare at her mother.
Too exhausted to notice, Lorelai stumbled towards the stairs. "Come. Let there be sleep." She managed to get out before a yawn took control.
The remaining three got to their own tired feet, leaning on each other for support and followed her to wherever a bed may reside. Not even coffee could cure this state of extreme exhaustion.
*****
Rory awoke some six hours later to a strange sense of comfort. There was something hot and rather heavy lying on her chest, but the feeling wasn't a bad one. Opening one eye, she was met with a head full of blond locks. It was then her other eye sprung open and her breathing became erratic. Tristan. Tristan was not only sleeping in the same bed as her, but he was also sleeping on her. Biting her lip in thought, she wracked her mind as to what she should do. Should she push him off and bolt from the room, should she try to slip out from beneath his sleeping head, should she just let him sleep or should she wake him and ask him to move? So many choices, and no answers. Rory nearly jumped out of her skin as one of his hands came up and subconsciously scratched his nose as he murmured incoherently.
Calm down Gilmore, she scolded herself. Nothing happened, there's no reason to throw things out of proportion . Finally resounding to try and get up without waking him, Rory moved slowly, gingerly picking his head up. He fidgeted slightly, but she managed to slide off the bed and lay it back on a pillow before he awoke. Sighing with relief, Rory glanced around the room, taking in the surroundings in attempt to free her mind of the thoughts on how soft his hair had been. Light poured in from the large windows, warming her with their rays. The door that led to the hallway was partially open and noise from the floor below informed her that not only was her mother awake, she was also on a raid for coffee. Taking one more look at the sleeping Tristan, she headed downstairs. As expected, she found Lorelai wandering around the kitchen, muttering about how people with so much money should be able to afford coffee makers.
"Morning, er afternoon, Mom." Rory said, sitting down on a stool.
Lorelai whirled around, jumping slightly. "Good, God, child, haven't you learned not to do such evil things to me until I've had my coffee? Not that you could have such a thing in this house. My parents are satan in old people's skin. They send me to this, this place for four days that does not come equipped with that cute little thing that makes us our lifeline. I say we riot. You're with me, right?"
Smiling, Rory quietly listened to her mothers familiar babbling. Checking the fridge for food before answering, she turned to her. "There's no food either. There's gotta be some kind of restaurant around here, right?"
"Hmm.. in town, I think. Restaurants serve coffee.. lets go," Lorelai mumbled, grabbing Rory's arm and pulling her out the door. Climbing into the jeep, she frowned. "Rats, forgot the keys. Be right back."
"Um, Mom?" Rory stopped her. "What about them?"
Lorelai looked deep in thought for a second. "Let 'em sleep. Luke will just try to stop the nice lady from bringing us coffee anyways. We'll bring 'em back something."
Rory nodded. "Don't forget to leave them a note."
"K. Back in a flash."
*****
Fifteen minutes later the two Gilmores were seated at a booth in a small diner, not unlike the one they practically lived at in Stars Hollow. Two cups and three empty pots of coffee sat on the table between them. The waitress had become so fed up with them asking for more she had just left the pot at their table, much to their amusement.
"So, tell me about last night. How far did you guys have to walk?" Lorelai asked, taking a big bite of the fudge brownie sundae they were sharing.
Rory wiped the chocolate from around her mouth. "Pretty far. I don't know exactly, I fell asleep."
Lorelai gave her a confused look. "Since when do you sleep walk?"
"I didn't sleep walk. Tristan carried me."
"He carried you?!" Lorelai gasped. "Why did you not tell me this?"
Rory shrugged. "Because we were all falling over by the time we got in this morning. Its not a big deal."
"Not a big deal? Im sorry, hon, but you're insane. I dont know of many guys who would voluntarily carry someone. You're not exactly light either."
"Hey!" Rory objected.
Lorelai smirked. "Sorry, babe."
"Anyways.. like I said, its not a big deal. I was tired, he offered, end of story."
"I dont think so. I think he has an ulterior motive."
"What is that supposed to mean?" Rory asked.
Lorelai shrugged, taking another bite of their dessert. "Nothing."
"You're impossible."
"Sorry to inform you, Ror. But such a trait runs in the family. "
"Lucky me," Rory groaned, but smiling.
*****
Where the hell am I, was Tristans first thought as he came out of his slumber. It wasnt an all together foreign thought to him, he awoke many mornings in the bed of the previous nights conquest. But usually on those mornings he felt empty inside, as if everytime he slept with a woman a piece of him was left in their bed. Today, however, was different. Much different. Waking he felt nothing but contentment and peace with everything. The smell of vanilla permeated the pillows and for a second, he wondered just what took place the night before when it all came crashing back into his head. He was lying in one of the beds at Rorys grandparents summer home, where he was going to spend the weekend with the most special person in his life. Rory. Just as the image of her sweet face appeared in his mind, Tristan bolted into a sitting position. He knew for a fact that they had fallen asleep in the same bed last night, so where the hell was she? Then he calmed, his rational side taking over. She was probably already awake, downstairs, bantering with her mother, another woman he had grown quite fond of in the short time he had known her. It was apparent that Rory got her good looks from her. Smiling, he swung his legs over the side of the bed and sauntered out of the room and down the stairs. Walking around until he found the kitchen, he was surprised to see just Luke sitting at the table.
"Morning," he said, sitting down.
Luke glanced up and gave him a gruffy smile. "Morning. Hope you're not eager to eat, we're waiting on them to bring us back something."
Tristan shook his head. "Im good. They went out?"
"Hours ago. By now they've consumed illegal amounts of caffeine and it will take us all day to wear them down. Enjoy the silence while you can." Luke confirmed, his obvious affection for Lorelai shown through his words.
"Great. When do you think they'll be back?"
"The world may never know."
Grinning, Tristan stood up. "Im going to shower."
"Nothing happened last night, did it?" Luke asked suddenly, his fatherly instincts kicking in.
Turning around to face him, Tristan shook his head again. "No."
Luke searched his face to make sure he wasn't lying and nodded when he saw nothing but the truth in Tristans eyes. "Good."
*****
Two hours later Lorelai and Rory reappeared at the house, looking indefinitely better then they had when they had left earlier. Luke and Tristan ate quickly as the girls filled them in on the towns Fourth of July traditional celebration.
"So we have the parade at 5 and then we go get dinner, after that we kill time that the flea market until the fireworks start around 10." Lorelai concluded, sharing a haughty look with her daughter.
Tristan and Luke shared a look as well, a very very amused one. "Flea market?" Tristan questioned, raising a eyebrow.
Rory grinned. "I'm sure you'll find it most informative."
"Not just any flea market," Lorelai jumped in. "But Hope, Connecticut's annual Fourth of July flea market. It comes but once a year and everyone flocks to this tiny town just for it. Anything your heart desires can be found at this thing, including," she paused for effect, glancing teasingly at Luke," coffee."
"And not just any coffee," Rory added. "But the most incredible tasting coffee. Coffee that will light your taste buds on fire, put some bounce in your walk. The coffee of the God's."
Tristan cocked his head to one side, grinning. "I see. And, this coffee you speak of, what would happen, hypothetically of course, if we," he stopped, gesturing to himself and Luke,"refused to let you have any?"
Lorelai's mouth dropped open and her eyes went wide. Turning to Rory, she hissed at her. "We have new mission. Kill the male species before weekend is over."
Rory smirked, and wiggled her finger at Tristan, motioning for him to bend down so she could whisper in his ear. He obliged happily. "Then you, Mr. Most Eligible Bachelor, will have a problem. A certain body part, your favorite, I would presume, will no longer be attached where it belongs. I don't think your groupies would appreciate that very much, hmm?"
Tristan's eyes bulged, unable to believe what he had just heard come out of her mouth. Seeing this, her smirk just intensified. "Don't mess with a caffeine addict." She murmured before disappearing into the kitchen. He turned to Lorelai and Luke, who just shrugged.
*******
Okay, I decided to be evil. I had one reallllly long chapter going here, but Im splitting into two parts. This is what we call a crappy filler chapter. I'll have the juicy stuff coming tomorrow (really, its written, im just mean).. and some trory action is coming very very very soon.. but not the way one would expect :) Hehe.
*~* Shay *~*