Title: Dinner

A/N: ... you know what... you are right... i think he is persuing her a bit too much... ill lay off it in the next chapter... make it a bit less obvious possibly... but i do have to say that tristan does pursue rory a lot in the show... and this is a fanfic... not the show... its just a like story about it... oh and rory is gonna swear in this story cuz its my nature to have people do that... so if u have a problem... well yeah... what did ya mean by my tone being too casual...

Disclaimer: I don't own Gilmore Girls or any characters unless I choose to make some up.

Pairings: For the most part Rory/Tristan. maybe others.

On with the story...

Rory walked into school on monday wishing she had just stayed home. *God, I should have just faked sick, no mom would have caught on.* she tmoved quickly to her locker, opening it and taking her books out. She packed her back and walked to her first period class getting ready for the boredom that lay ahead.

~*~*~*~*~

"Gilmore?" The teacher called out.

"Here," she answered. The teacher went on like this until the whole class had ben accounted for.

"Class, I have a project to assign you," she said, picking up a pile of papers and handing them out to the first row and continuing on. "You will all be partnered up with 2 other people and you will have to complete a timeline of the events that have occured in the textbook since we have started. You will have 2 weeks to complete it and I expect it to have many pictures and detailed descriptions of the occurances. I have listed all of the important events and your job will be to research them." she said, sitting down at her desk. "I have taken the liberty of making groups of my own." The class growned at the teacher's last comment. "Francis, Robinson, and Peters... McCarthy, Murphy, and Summers... Gellar, Gilmore, and DuGrey..." Their teacher continued but Rory looked at Paris and rolled her eyes at the fact that Tristan would be in the same group. Paris gave her a knowing glance. When the teacher had finished, she had let the class get into their groups for the remainder of the period to discuss the project.

"So, where and when are we going to get together?" Rory asked, turning around in her seat.

"I think we should meet at one of our houses because you live out of town," Paris said, pointing to herself and Tristan.

"Yeah, I agree. We can go to my house. My parents won't be home this afternoon, if you guys want to come over then," he said, looking at the both of them.

"Sounds ok," Rory said, nodding.

"Yeah, that's ok," Paris agreed.

"Cool, so my place after school," he said as the bell rang. (A/N: Yeah I know, it was a really short period, but it's cuz i didn't wanna like bore you with the stupid conversation about the project.)

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"Hey, Paris!" Rory yelled to the retreating blonde."Yeah," she said, turning around.

"You think you can give me a lift to Tristan's?" she asked.

"Yeah, sure," she said, starting to walk again out to her Mercedes.

"Thanks," Rory said, hopping into the passenger side.

"Yep, well we do have to work on the project, so ya know," Paris said, turning the key in the ignition. Paris slowly backed out of her parking space and made her way to the DuGrey household.

The drive only took a few minutes so they arrived at his house in the nick of time. They walked up to the door and rang the bell. A maid opened it and let them in, saying that Tristan was expecting us.

They entered the large living room and spotted Tristan seated on a large arm chair near the fireplace.

"Hey," They greeted as they took seats on the couch near by.

"Hello," he said.

"Well, I took the liberty of taking some books out of the library during my free period," Paris said, lifting a few books out of her book bag. They each picked one up and sifted through them. Rory opened her bag and took out a notebook and started taking notes, they all followed soot.

~*~*~*~*~

"Bye, Paris!" Rory yelled out the door as she walked back into the living room. "Sorry, my mom must be running late," she told Tristan, silently cursing her mother.

"Oh, sure, Mary," Tristan said, looking up from his book. She sat down and picked up the book she had had in her lap before and began reading it.

"Mary?" Tristan asked, getting her attention.

"Tristan?" she said in a mocking tone, looking up.

"We didn't argue," he pointed out.

"Wow, I think you're right. Quick call The Guinness Book, this has got to be a record," she said, smirking.

"Nice one, Mary," he said, smirking back. "You are learning well."

"Thank you, oh great one," she said, over-dramatically.

A/N: Ok, I know it is incredibly short. but I didn't want to keep you waiting and I felt like writing. but I don't know what to do next so. R&R so I'll know what to do. oh and I like criticism. but don't go overboard. cuz I like praise more. haha. but I need some ideas. the sooner the ideas come the sooner the chapter. oh and AuTuMn-BrEeZeS. ur having lunch now. where do you live. its like 1:30 in the morning here.