spoilers: any and all episodes that have aired since the show has begun.
Well, not really. I'm not giving anything away. Except for one. But that
episode will air tonight, so chances are you'll watch that before you read
this. Unless you life in another time zone. *sigh* the perks of living in
Florida. We get to see everything 3 hours early! (I think)
pairing: j/r ; b/t
disclaimer: If I owned Gilmore Girls I wouldn't be writing fan fiction, would I?
author's note: this is to make up for the previous plot-less chapter. But, I'm not saying this one will be any better. I hope you like this installment! To my two reviewers (count them: 1,2) thank you SO much. I love your suggestions, and you'll just have to wait and see what happens! -wink wink, nudge nudge-
"mwa ha ha!" Becca screamed, "I got you again! Admit defeat! You'll never beat me!"
"Never!"
"Oh come on Tristan, you know you lost."
"I did not lose"
"Did too!"
"Did not!"
"Did too!"
"Did not! (*double stamps*)"
"Did too! (*triple stamps*)"
"You can't triple stamp a double stamp!"
"Says who?"
"Says me!"
"Since when does what you say matter?"
"Since forever!"
"Fine, you win, I give up. You're a bully."
"You know you love me."
Becca rolled her eyes. "You know it."
The two of them finally settled down on the couch and watched a movie. Becca leaned her head to Tristan shoulder and made herself comfortable.
"You know. If you ever fail in life, you can look into becoming a professional pillow."
"That's reassuring."
"Hey, I'm only giving you ideas."
"And I'll use them if I fail in life."
"I'm holding you to that."
"I love you. I know this must come as something of a surprise. But I have loved you for several hours now, and every second, more. I thought an hour ago that I loved you more than any woman has ever loved a man, but half hour after that I knew that what I felt before was nothing compared to what I felt then. But ten minutes after that, I understood that my previous love was a puddle compared to the high seas before a storm. How many minutes ago was I? Twenty? I brought my feelings up to then? It doesn't matter. I love you so much more now than twenty minutes ago that there cannot be comparison. There is no room in my body for anything but you. My arms love you, my ears adore you, my knees shake with blind affection."
Jess stared at Rory blankly. Then smiled, "The Princess Bride."
"Ooh, you're good. I didn't think you'd get it."
"But I did. I think that deserves some sort of prize."
Rory leaned over and kissed him. Fireworks. He could make her go weak at the knees. There was a fire about him that made her go dizzy with lust. She'd never felt that before. It was something new. Something dangerous. Something exciting. Something she was ready for.
"So, are you ever going to tell me what's bothering you?" Tristan asked.
"Don't you already know?" Becca replied.
::WHAT! How do you know that I know?:: He held his breath.
"I mean, you obviously know everything."
He let it out, as a sigh of relief. "Everything? I think that is overdoing it a little. Mostly everything would be a better term."
"And modest too! Wow, you've got it all."
"Oh yeah, the looks, the charm," Tristan paused.
"THE EGO!" Becca screamed.
"Who me?" he said in a mock surprise?
Becca launched a pillow at him and ran out of the room.
"Oh no you don't!" He chased after her. Into the yard. Our on the dock. Laughing to himself, he realized there was nowhere for her to go...but in the water. Taking a few strides forward he met her gaze.
"You don't think you can get away that easily, do you?"
"Considering the fact that I can't get away gives you an advantage, doesn't it?"
A smirk form on his face, and a look of worry on hers. He reached out and pulled her on his shoulder.
She screamed. "TRISTAN!"
"BECCA!"
"PUT ME DOWN!!!"
"Are you sure?" He balanced her right over the water.
"NO!"
"Should I keep you here?"
"NO!"
"Then you want me to drop you?"
"NO!"
"Well little girl, what DO you want?"
"A pony."
"You're kidding." He said, putting her down on the dock next to him.
"Nope."
The two walked under the shade of the oak tree.
"Are you sure? A pony?"
"Well, maybe not a pony. I'm a little big for a pony. Maybe a horse. Well, not a horse either. I have bad experiences with horses." She shuddered at the thought.
"What happened with the horse?" he asked, eyes shining; ready to laugh at the response.
"Well...We were riding in the mountains one summer and my horse decided that it would take a trip. While I was on it. So it climbed partway up the hill and took a pee. Needless to say, I nearly died I was so scared."
Tristan broke into a fit of laughter. "That...was..."
"Stop." Becca said, putting her hand up like it would help. "Don't make fun of me. It's not nice."
"Oh, come on. You have to admit. It was pretty funny."
"You mock my pain."
"Life is pain. Anyone who says otherwise is selling something," he said.
"I never understood that phrase." Becca said, "Selling what? Vitameatavegamin?"
"Only you would think of that."
"You mean only Lucille Ball." She said, smiling at him.
"That's it. You're not that creative."
"And you say I'm mean!" Becca rolled her eyes, "You're worse!"
"Maybe so. Come on, let's go eat." He said. Standing up, he offered her his hand.
"What makes you think I need your help?" she said, getting up. But she tripped.
"You were saying."
"Hmph." She walked off towards the house, leaving him to follow.
Tristan shook his head. This girl was too much...and he loved her for it.
* { a/n : I'm so mean, aren't I? This isn't the end! There is more to come. Next chapter is all about Jess and Rory! Don't worry, this story won't be all fluff...it will get more interesting later on, I promise! Maybe in chapter 8. I think that is when I'll light the firecrackers. review, please. The little blue button needs a friend! } *
pairing: j/r ; b/t
disclaimer: If I owned Gilmore Girls I wouldn't be writing fan fiction, would I?
author's note: this is to make up for the previous plot-less chapter. But, I'm not saying this one will be any better. I hope you like this installment! To my two reviewers (count them: 1,2) thank you SO much. I love your suggestions, and you'll just have to wait and see what happens! -wink wink, nudge nudge-
"mwa ha ha!" Becca screamed, "I got you again! Admit defeat! You'll never beat me!"
"Never!"
"Oh come on Tristan, you know you lost."
"I did not lose"
"Did too!"
"Did not!"
"Did too!"
"Did not! (*double stamps*)"
"Did too! (*triple stamps*)"
"You can't triple stamp a double stamp!"
"Says who?"
"Says me!"
"Since when does what you say matter?"
"Since forever!"
"Fine, you win, I give up. You're a bully."
"You know you love me."
Becca rolled her eyes. "You know it."
The two of them finally settled down on the couch and watched a movie. Becca leaned her head to Tristan shoulder and made herself comfortable.
"You know. If you ever fail in life, you can look into becoming a professional pillow."
"That's reassuring."
"Hey, I'm only giving you ideas."
"And I'll use them if I fail in life."
"I'm holding you to that."
"I love you. I know this must come as something of a surprise. But I have loved you for several hours now, and every second, more. I thought an hour ago that I loved you more than any woman has ever loved a man, but half hour after that I knew that what I felt before was nothing compared to what I felt then. But ten minutes after that, I understood that my previous love was a puddle compared to the high seas before a storm. How many minutes ago was I? Twenty? I brought my feelings up to then? It doesn't matter. I love you so much more now than twenty minutes ago that there cannot be comparison. There is no room in my body for anything but you. My arms love you, my ears adore you, my knees shake with blind affection."
Jess stared at Rory blankly. Then smiled, "The Princess Bride."
"Ooh, you're good. I didn't think you'd get it."
"But I did. I think that deserves some sort of prize."
Rory leaned over and kissed him. Fireworks. He could make her go weak at the knees. There was a fire about him that made her go dizzy with lust. She'd never felt that before. It was something new. Something dangerous. Something exciting. Something she was ready for.
"So, are you ever going to tell me what's bothering you?" Tristan asked.
"Don't you already know?" Becca replied.
::WHAT! How do you know that I know?:: He held his breath.
"I mean, you obviously know everything."
He let it out, as a sigh of relief. "Everything? I think that is overdoing it a little. Mostly everything would be a better term."
"And modest too! Wow, you've got it all."
"Oh yeah, the looks, the charm," Tristan paused.
"THE EGO!" Becca screamed.
"Who me?" he said in a mock surprise?
Becca launched a pillow at him and ran out of the room.
"Oh no you don't!" He chased after her. Into the yard. Our on the dock. Laughing to himself, he realized there was nowhere for her to go...but in the water. Taking a few strides forward he met her gaze.
"You don't think you can get away that easily, do you?"
"Considering the fact that I can't get away gives you an advantage, doesn't it?"
A smirk form on his face, and a look of worry on hers. He reached out and pulled her on his shoulder.
She screamed. "TRISTAN!"
"BECCA!"
"PUT ME DOWN!!!"
"Are you sure?" He balanced her right over the water.
"NO!"
"Should I keep you here?"
"NO!"
"Then you want me to drop you?"
"NO!"
"Well little girl, what DO you want?"
"A pony."
"You're kidding." He said, putting her down on the dock next to him.
"Nope."
The two walked under the shade of the oak tree.
"Are you sure? A pony?"
"Well, maybe not a pony. I'm a little big for a pony. Maybe a horse. Well, not a horse either. I have bad experiences with horses." She shuddered at the thought.
"What happened with the horse?" he asked, eyes shining; ready to laugh at the response.
"Well...We were riding in the mountains one summer and my horse decided that it would take a trip. While I was on it. So it climbed partway up the hill and took a pee. Needless to say, I nearly died I was so scared."
Tristan broke into a fit of laughter. "That...was..."
"Stop." Becca said, putting her hand up like it would help. "Don't make fun of me. It's not nice."
"Oh, come on. You have to admit. It was pretty funny."
"You mock my pain."
"Life is pain. Anyone who says otherwise is selling something," he said.
"I never understood that phrase." Becca said, "Selling what? Vitameatavegamin?"
"Only you would think of that."
"You mean only Lucille Ball." She said, smiling at him.
"That's it. You're not that creative."
"And you say I'm mean!" Becca rolled her eyes, "You're worse!"
"Maybe so. Come on, let's go eat." He said. Standing up, he offered her his hand.
"What makes you think I need your help?" she said, getting up. But she tripped.
"You were saying."
"Hmph." She walked off towards the house, leaving him to follow.
Tristan shook his head. This girl was too much...and he loved her for it.
* { a/n : I'm so mean, aren't I? This isn't the end! There is more to come. Next chapter is all about Jess and Rory! Don't worry, this story won't be all fluff...it will get more interesting later on, I promise! Maybe in chapter 8. I think that is when I'll light the firecrackers. review, please. The little blue button needs a friend! } *