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Author's Note: I m soooo sorry this took so long. Thanx to all of you who reviewed newayz I hope you guyz like it and can understand it. :-P

For those of you who might not remember Tristan answered the door (no shirt on) to Lorelai who forgot her key.

Just Friends?

Chapter Two

Mom?! Rory froze she didn't know what to do or how to react she just hoped Tristan didn't say anything arrogant, stupid or any thing at all.

Tristan was surprised. He really was speechless. He figured her mother would just kick him out but:

"Who's the guy?" Lorelai whispered to her daughter. "What is going on here?" Lorelai shouted trying to contain her laughter.

Rory was puzzled she didn't know how to react but she knew what her mother was doing.

" Mom this is Tristan."

"Tristan, huh?"

"Tristan DuGrey." Tristan finally spoke. He was worried. Lorelai saw this and nearly busted out in laughs but she contained her self to say. . .

"And?"

"We were just w-" Rory was interrupted

"I know exactly what you two were doing" Lorelai said quickly

"Ms. Gil-" Tristan began but he too was interrupted by Lorelai. She was on a roll but she couldn't help saying:

"Oh, no you don't."

"He wa-" Rory began but realized was pointless and stopped. She knew mother would do as she wished until she got tired or needed coffee. Rory was on the verge of tears, Lorelai noticed and decided that it was time for her to leave

"I am going to Luke's and when I get back!" Lorelai pointed her finger in the direction of the TV and no one noticed except Rory.

" Oh and hot guy?"

" Huh?" Tristan looked up and some how didn't noticed what she had called him

"Huh? Huh? Is that how you speak to your elders? Yes. Yes, is what you say."

"Uh, sorry. Yes?" Where is this going? He thought

" Nice car." With that, a wink, and a smile she was out.

Tears were streaming down Rory's face. She couldn't help it she wasn't as good as her mother, yet. Thank God she left, I'm gonna pee in my pants! She thought as she fell to the floor laughing. She buried her face in her hands she couldn't handle looking at Tristan at that moment.

Tristan was confused to say the least. What the HELL! Tristan thought. Rory was crying and he couldn't figure out why. Her mother just blew up at him, but she was smiling when she left, and something about a hot guy. He couldn't decipher any of it except that Rory was sitting on the floor crying.

" Rory, what's wrong?" Tristan sounded genuine but that only made her laugh harder. Tristan came over and sat next to her.

" I'm soooo sorry." Rory finally said tear all down her cheeks. She looked at him, he looked really sincere. Another tear fell down her. She wasn't laughing anymore.

Tristan wiped her cheeks with his thumbs, leaned in and kissed her. He was never so aware of himself until that moment. Rory cracked she really mind the kiss but maybe their signals got crossed some where. She started laughing again, she couldn't help it. Maybe it was something between them that triggered the oddest reactions out of her.

Tristan was annoyed but he wanted to laugh too. Tristan shot up. He had just remembered that he wasn't wearing a shirt. He was happy that Rory wasn't looking at him at the moment because his 'happiness' was showing. He thought quickly. The kitchen. Tristan walked toward the kitchen table and sat down. Tristan put his head on the table, hoping he could get up (or not in this case) soon.

Lorelai got into Luke's just in time. Luke wasn't at the counter, his punk nephew, Jess, was. Why did I think that was a good thing again? When Jess saw Lorelai sit at the counter he knew he didn't have to ask. He got the biggest cup he could find and filled it with coffee, and placed it right in front of her. oh yeah, that's why. She thought as she took a sip of the fresh coffee and a smile appeared across her face.

Jess found her, and her daughter's obsession with coffee amusing. How any one could drink that much coffee, eat as much as they did and still be thin amazing. Jess broke a small grin on his face at the thought of Rory. She was beautiful, fun, smart, and shared his passion of literature. Jess looked at the clock, then back at his uncle who had just come in through the back.

" I'm out" Jess said to his uncle, and went up stairs as he pulled his latest theft out his back pocket and began writing in it.

"He's a real piece of work, idn't he?" Lorelai said

"Yeah well, we have an understanding"

"What?"

" He doesn't brake any laws, or cross the border and I won't tell any body that he works at WAL-MART." Luke said in a whisper.

"Good system, but you just broke the rules," Lorelai said in a whisper and a considerably loud laugh, pointing at him.

Rory finally got up. What am I suppose to say? She asked her self. She also wondered why he moved in the kitchen and not the living room. Rory sat in the chair across from Tristan, who still had his head down.

Tristan lifted his head.

"Don't get up." Rory said quickly

As if I would. Tristan thought to himself.

"I'm really sorry. I just . . . wasn't expecting that."

"Ya know I just don't get you. I kiss you when you're fine, you cry. I kiss you when you're crying and you laugh. You really are odd, did you know that?" Tristan was getting up when was again reminded of the predicament he was in not too long ago.

"Yes. I've said it before and I'll say it again, thank you." Rory was relieved that he wasn't completely pissed at her.

"Oh, and can we do something about this?" Tristan said referring to his bare chest.

"Oh my God, your shirt, I completely forgot!" In all the excitement she had completely managed to ruin his $200 shirt! Rory had to admit that $200 was way too much to spend on a shirt but hey, it's Tristan.

"It's okay, just a shirt right?" Tristan couldn't believe what he was saying. It's more than a shirt. IT'S GUCCI! Tristan thought but still managed to flash a warm smile, hoping his eyes could hide his thoughts.

"What?" Rory was amazed she didn't think even Tristan of all people could not care about a TWO HUNDRED DOLLAR SHIRT! But hey, it's Tristan. She thought.

"Yeah."

"Right, I think I have a shirt that would fit you." Rory was still skeptical but went in her room to find the shirt.

Tristan followed behind her into what seemed to be a very cluttered bedroom.

"I take it this is your room." Tristan said as he walked over and on the things on the floor toward her bed.

"Yep" Rory said as she rummaged through her drawers.

"Wow. It's nothing like I imagined." Shouldn't have said that. Tristan thought. Please don't notice. Please don't notice. But despite Tristan's plea, she noticed.

" Imagined, huh. How did you imagine my room to look?" She asked, very interested in the answer.

"I don't cleaner, neater, more organized. Not worse than mine."

"If you think this is bad, you should see my mother's room." Rory thought about the disaster area called her mother's room and laughed to herself.

Tristan looked around and noted a book area. Huh. Tristan thought

"No Oliver Twist? And you call yourself a book lover. I would think that you of all people would have it." Tristan said.

"I do. Oh, here it is." She said holding up a large T-shirt reading HARVARD on the chest in burgundy.

"The book?" Tristan asked not facing her, but sitting on her bed.

"No, a friend of mine has it, the shirt." Rory said

Tristan turned around to see the gray shirt on her arm. He got up, took it from her and red the lettering.

"Harvard. Oh right, you're almost as obsessed as Paris."

"Am not! I want to go more."

"Yeah right. Paris has wanted to go to Harvard since like forever . . . pre-birth"

"Fine she wins, but my grandparents want me to go to Yale anyway."

" Yeah mine do too, but so do my parents. 'Cuz 'DuGreys are Yale men' " Tristan said remembering a conversation he had earlier that day with his father and his grandfather.

"Tristan have started your application to Yale," asked Mr. DuGrey as Tristan passed by his office.

"What? I'm only in eleventh grade Dad."

" Well your brother, Marlon, applied to Yale when he was sixteen."

"Well I'm not Marlon and I'm going to Princeton." Tristan said knowing it would get a rise out of his father and silent grandfather.

"What? Excuse me young man, but you are going to Yale." Said the older version of the two.

"No, I am not." Tristan didn't enjoy arguing with his grandfather but he felt he must, actually his grandfather was one of the only people in his family he could stand.

"Yes, you are. Every DuGrey man has gone to Yale and you will be no exception." His father said very firmly but Tristan was running late so he ended it.

"Whatever." Tristan said and left for his room.

"So are you gonna put it on?" Rory asked noticing that he hasn't really said anything, which was really unlike him.

"Huh? Um, yeah." Tristan snapped back and put on the shirt.

"We really should get back to the movie, after all isn't that why you're here any way?" Rory said leaving the room.

"Mary, I'd tell why I was really here but my position speaks for its self." Tristan said lying on the bed, hands behind his head, on the pillow, eyes closed.

Rory didn't know what possessed her to do it. Probably her parents' devilish ways, nope it was her. Rory walked over to the boy lying on her bed, bent over and kissed him. Tristan could have sworn that she had left the room but he felt her soft, warm lips on his. He opened his mouth to deepen the kiss, but before he could move his hands from under her head, she backed up and left the room.

Finally. Tristan thought to himself, but then realized that this was Rory. I'll give her a minute to freak-out. What was I thinking! Please don't let him come out now. Rory sat on the couch with her face in her hands; she looked up at the TV.

"What the hell is THIS?!" Rory shouted, jumping up from the couch.

Tristan got up and out of the room figuring she was probably over it.

" What?! " Tristan said not loudly but strongly. His eyes moved to the television, where she was pointing. Oh right I forgot.

"Doesn't look like Oompa Loompas to me!"

"It looks like two girls kissing, but that's just from this angle. Did you switch the tapes, for me?" Tristan had switched the tape earlier.

"Um no, you did. Let's see; rich guy, trying to de-virginize the school virgin. Which one of us does that sound like!" As Rory continued she realized how much their relationship resembled the one portrayed by the couple in Cruel Intentions and began to giggle.

Tristan never took the time to think about it but she was right, not about the whole 'de-virginize' thing but, who knows.

"Ma-. . . oo" Ah shit! I'm never gonna hear the end of this. Tristan thought. He watched her reaction to his 'semi-statement'. (btw: 'oo' is the sound that you make when sumbody gets in trouble as in 'ooooooooo' not 'oh')

Rory was surprised he would even try to call her 'Mary'.

"Ha! That whole 'Mary' thing. What's that suppose to mean again? Oh right." Rory couldn't help but laugh when she saw his face as if he was thinking, 'is she gonna tear off my head now, or later'.

"Okay, okay, okay, FINE! You win, I suck. Let's just sit and watch the rest of the movie." Tristan moved quickly to the couch, where he laid on his side leaving room for Rory to sit.

Rory was surprised. Did he just say, 'I suck' Rory thought. She moved toward the couch and laid next to Tristan. Why not, I have nothing to lose. Yes you do. Shut up!

"Tristan?" Rory said from her position looking up at him. What's that? Rory joked to herself and smiled.

"Say it and you die!" Tristan said somehow knowing exactly what she was thinking.

"Say w-, oh" Rory said catching the look on his face.

You know exactly what. Tristan thought.

"For your information I wasn't going to say that. I was thinking that, but that's another story."

"You evil little girl." Tristan said, grin on his face.

"Yes, how Magdalene of me." Rory said trying to hold in her laughs for her next comment.

Oh, I never thought I'd live to see the day when Mary labeled herself Magdalene." Tristan joked

"Yeah well anyway, what I was going to say was. . . I had fun." Rory said satisfied with herself, not really expecting a reply.

"Really? I did too." Tristan said as honest as he could. They exchanged smiles and Rory turned back to look at the TV, as did he after thinking. Don't move. She'll realize what she's doing and react just as she did with the kiss. Don't Move. He thought. Fuck it. Tristan turned toward the television, as they laid until they finally fell asleep.

(About an hour later 12:30)

Lorelai opened the door, just as she was about to call for her daughter she noticed their sleeping figures on the couch. Tristan was holding Rory in his arms, Rory's head was neatly tucked under his chin, holding his arms around her, legs entangled. There was a snow on the TV screen.(not actual snow just that black and white thing that comes on the TV when the video's finished playing) I thought I told them they better not watch Willy Wonka without me. Lorelai went over to the VCR and took out the tape. Cruel Intentions. She read. That evil boy has tainted my little girl! She thought. Lorelai took the POST-ITs that were on the table and scribbled little notes on them:

The first read: "Hi! I'm hot guy." The second: "I'm hot for hot guy"

Lorelai placed them on their respective foreheads, put the throw blanket on the couch over them, got Willy Wonka, the rest of the candy, some coffee and went upstairs.

The End