I'm back! Sorry it took so long, I just kept getting caught up in something else. Life's been hectic these days. I'm so excited about the end of the school year that I put a countdown on my watch *hello my dear sweet precious baby G. Good Baby G, good girl, nice girl.*
Now I think it's about time we got down to the story. Read, review. Review, read. Whichever order you'd like, but you might have a hard time figuring out what to write in your review if you haven't read the chapter yet.
P.S. I have no clue where this story is going, all I know is that it's 12:54 AM, and I owe you guys a new chapter. Plus, I can't sleep and writing is a good thing to do when you can't sleep.
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You remember meWhen the west wind moves
Along the fields of barley
You can tell a song
In it's jealous sky
When you walk in fields of gold
Tristin had been in Stars Hollow for three days now, and he still hadn't told Rory about Amanda. He'd told Mark about Amanda, he'd told Coral about Amanda, he'd even told Kirk about Amanda, but somehow he couldn't bring himself to tell Rory.
The truth was, he didn't know how. Kirk's advice had been to tell her from the payphone on the corner (everyone in town had a strong suspicion that the guy had been watching a few too many Two of a Kind reruns), and Mark and Coral figured he would tell her when he was ready.
Coral still didn't know that Tristin was her father. Rory had given him a week to decide what he wanted, and they figured they'd tell her when the week was up. Of course, Tristin already knew what he wanted. He wanted to be Coral's father. He hadn't told Rory yet, though. He was just full of secrets these days. Finally, the blond haired, blue eyed, young ruffian (for that had been Miss Patty's name for him since day 1) got up the courage to tell Rory about his girlfriend.
He pulled her aside on his fourth night in town after another of Sookie's FABULOUS dinners.
"Ror, can I talk to you?" he asked tentatively.
"Sure, what about?" Rory asked while helping Coral clear the table.
"Um, can we go into the other room?"
"Yeah, just a sec." She helped her daughter, their daughter, finish with the table before following Tristin into the living room.
"Wait, you wanna take a walk instead?" he asked. Motion, that was what he needed. Maybe if he was concentrating on where he was going this wouldn't be so hard.
Rory agreed and they set out.
The amber sun was descending in the sky as they walked past the diner, past Stars Hollow video, past the giant slinky. They walked in comfortable silence for a while before Rory finally broke the ice.
"You said you wanted to talk?"
"Yes, yes I did."
"What about?"
Tristin started talking, he didn't stop until he had the entire story out. "About a year and a half ago I met a woman named Amanda. She was amazing. She was intelligent, witty, and incredibly beautiful. We hit it off immediately, and before I knew it we were in a serious relationship. I freaked out a little, and tried to get out of it, but she didn't let me off that easy, and we stayed together. She moved into my apartment four months ago, and she's been living there ever since. I plan to propose on her birthday, next month." He waited for Rory's reaction.
"Oh, Tris, that's great. I'm so glad you've found someone."
That wasn't the reaction he'd expected. He'd been prepared for tears, for anger, for at least some disappointment. "That's it? That's all? You're not angry? Not upset?"
"Tris, why would I be upset? I've got a husband and a kid, I've got everything I've always wanted, and now you've got someone too. I think that's great."
"Oh go to hell!" Tristin turned around and stormed off. Five minutes later he was in his car headed for God knows where. It was then that he realized what he'd done. Rory hadn't done anything wrong. She'd only been nice. Why had he been so mad? What was wrong with him? He wanted more than anything to go back. To apologize. To make things right again. But he knew he couldn't do that. He couldn't ever go back. He'd missed the first fourteen years of his daughter's life, and now it looked like he'd miss the next fourteen.
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Rory stood in front of one of Stars Hollow's many porcelain unicorn shops in tears. What had happened? Why had Tristin blown up at her like that?
She stood there for the next hour. That was when Mark came out looking for her. He found her standing in the exact same position. Tears still streaming down her cheeks.
When they got home Rory went to her room while Mark called Lorelai. She hung up the phone as soon as he finished talking, but not before muttering something about getting her hands on a flag pole and a certain Dugray's earlobes.
Together, Mark and Rory told Coral that Tristin was her father. She yelled, she screamed, she threw fifteen fits within the next 24 hours, but eventually she calmed down. She managed to convince herself that Tristin had never meant a thing to her. That he was an insignificant part of her life that she would easily forget. Oh what a lie that was.
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Two weeks later…the Rory's home*-*
*BRING*
"Hang on!" came Rory's call from somewhere in the back of the house.
*BRING*
"I said, HANG ON!" Good grief, telephones certainly were annoying.
*BRING*
Finally, Coral picked up the extension in her bedroom.
"Hello?"
"Hello, is Coral there?"
"Speaking. Who is this?"
"Jeremy."
"Jeremy? I don't think I know anyone named Jeremy."
"Sure you do, we met at the bookshop about three weeks ago."
"Oh, it's you. How did you get this number?" Why did annoying boys always insist on calling at the worst possible times? She had been in the middle of a particularly difficult Geometry problem, and her favorite TV show, Sugar and Spice Sixteen, was starting in ten minutes.
"I have my sources."
"Care to reveal them? I've been looking for a case study for my compendium. I figure a human test subject for Chinese water torture would work so much better than a diorama."
"Really, Chinese Water Torture? I would have thought a girl like you would prefer something a bit more…gentle, perhaps."
"Sexist pig," Coral muttered under her breath. "Moving on…who exactly gave you this number?"
"My best friend's, Lonnie Mariano."
"You're Lonnie's secret New York pen pal? You've got to be kidding me."
"Nope, c'est moi."
"And how did you figure out that you both knew me?"
"She sent me a picture of her with all her friends. I recognized you."
"Remind me to severely injure Lon. So, why are you calling me?"
"My crazy parents have decided to move to tiny ol' Stars Hollow, Connecticut, and they're insisting that I go with them, so I need someone to show me around town."
"You don't need someone to show you around. If you take three right turns you're back in the center of town. It's ridiculous, but it's true, and besides, you've got Lonnie."
"Alright, well then I need someone to accompany me to dinner next Friday."
"No can do, I'm having dinner with my great grandparents, besides. I'VE GOT A BOYFRIEND, which I've already informed you of, and I wouldn't date you anyway. You're self centered and over confidant. If you were put in the same room as my father, my biological father, that is, the building would be likely to explode from the overwhelming size of your egos. Now if you would please leave me alone, GOODBYE!" Coral hung up the phone with a crash and immediately returned to her homework.
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Okay, don't kill me for the Tristin thing. He'll show up again, but it may be a while. I think I have an idea of where this is going to go. It might even end up a trory. Just wait and see.
Oh, and remember. Luke and Lorelai told each other to go to hell, and they'll end up being friends again. After all, they're meant for each other, and if they don't end up together, the people at the WB will have to answer to me.
P.S. In case you didn't figure it out, Lonnie is Jess' daughter. Jess and Paris' daughter, that is. London Jessica Mariano. Lonnie.
