Disclaimer: I own it! That's why I'm writing a disclaimer! Yeah right. Anyway the WB owns it.... yada yada yada.
The first part of the fic, basically this chapter is based on an episode of 'Friends.' I changed the plot to fit GG. I don't own Friends either!
Author's Note: Most fics you see are Tristan and Rory getting together. This fic is with them already together, then, them splitting apart. And hopefully, getting back together again, although much, much later.
A Little Thing Called Trust
Rory Gilmore took her books out of her locker, and closed it again, to find none other than Tristan DuGrey leaning against the locker next to her.
"Hey Mary!" he said, as usual.
Rory rolled her eyes, "Must you do that every day?"
"Do what? Surprise you in the morning or call you Mary?"
"Both," and with that, Rory turned around.
"Hey! Where are you going?" he asked, pulling her back.
"To class!" Rory said exasperated.
"I think you forgot something," Tristan said teasingly.
"Really? What?"
Tristan just smirked at her.
Rory laughed. "Come here you," and pulled him into a kiss.
"Now that's better!" he said grinning. "Really Mary. How could you ignore me like that?"
They still had their arms around each other. "Concentrating really, really hard," Rory said.
Tristan smiled, and put an arm around her to walk to class. Rory however, didn't let him move.
"Where do you think you're going?" Rory teased.
"To class!" Tristan answered.
"You can't,"
"Why not?"
"I think you forgot something,"
Tristan rolled his eyes, and opened his locker. He held out a thermos. "Ya happy?"
"I love you," Rory whispered, and drowned the contents.
"Love ya too, Mar," Tristan said, smiling at her.
"Not you, coffee!"
"You mean coffee comes first?"
"Uh... yeah,"
Tristan sighed, "That's stuff's gonna kill you one day,"
Rory grinned. "At least I'll die happy,"
They walked to class together. "So, we still on for later?" Tristan asked.
"Of course!"
They reached the classroom that was filling up. Rory sat directly in front of Tristan.
A familiar blonde entered the classroom, an moved to the seat beside Rory. "Thank God," she declared.
"Why? Got an A on that project?" Rory asked her friend.
"No," Paris smiled. "This is the first time I've come in to the classroom without seeing any PDA from you guys," gesturing to Rory and Tristan.
"Really?" Tristan said cutting in. "Well, we'll have to do something about that, won't we Mary?"
Paris quickly averted her eyes. "Oh eww... Will you guys not do that here?"
Rory pulled away blushing. Tristan just grinned. Paris turned back to check. "Really, Rory," she said, staring disapprovingly.
"It's not my fault!" Rory protested. "it's his!" jerlking her thumb to indicate the grinning Chiltonite behind her. "He has the power to make me act like an immature thirteen-year-old!"
"Thirteen year old?" Tristan said with distaste. "I was going for love-sick teenager! Oh wait- you are one,"
"Very funny, Evil One," Rory said rolling her eyes. The bell rang, and Mr. Medina entered, signaling the start of the period.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"Remember- this project will be forty percent of your exam grade. The exam is 20 percent of your final grade, so ladies and gentlemen, I suggest you do this well. Partners are decided alphabetically..."
Rory groaned. She would be working with Paris. Paris looked at her questioningly. "Why? Is it so bad to be working with me?"
Rory shook her head. "No, but it means I'll have to cancel my date with Tristan,"
"Oh... too bad. Postpone it for tomorrow," Paris suggested.
"It's our three month anniversary. You can't postpone an anniversary!"
Paris shrugged, unsure how to answer.
"You think he'll get mad?" Rory asked nervously.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"What? Why?" Tristan asked angrily.
"I have a major project due tomorrow. The thing is, the teacher only announced it today. I can't not work on it," Rory said, trying to calm his down.
"It's our anniversary!"
"Sorry Tristan," Rory kissed him softly on the cheek. She ran to catch up with Paris who was already impatiently waiting for her. Tristan watched her leave.
"Man, I hate schoolwork," Tristan grumbled as he put his books in his locker.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"What we should do is a video," Paris said, studying there outline. "A video and a diorama,"
"How do you plan to make a video?"
"The video will be our explanation of the diorama. Ms. Perry likes it when you have more visual aids,"
Rory nodded. "For the diorama, we can show the Parthenon, to cover architecture. Mt. Olympus for literature and religion, how about the senate to represent the different social classes!"
"The senate for government. We should represent the different-" they were cut short as the telephone rang. Paris picked it up. "Hello? Hold on a sec."
"It's Tristan, make it quick. We've got a lot of work to do," Paris hissed, handing the phone to Rory.
Rory took the phone. "Hello?"
"Hey! What about I come over there and bring food?" Tristan suggested.
"No," Rory sighed. "I don't want any distractions. At the rate we're going we'll be up late, so please don't call anymore. I'll see you tomorrow,"
"But Ror-" Tristan rolled his eyes. She had already hung up. He walked out the door, and drove to Paris' house.
In fifteen minutes, he had arrived at the Gellars'. He rang the bell, and Paris answered the door. "What are you doing here?" she asked furiously.
"Relax Paris, I'm just here to see Rory," Tristan said smoothly.
Paris rolled her eyes. "Come in,"
He walked in to see papers and notes all over the floor, Rory was busy assembling a miniature model of the Parthenon.
"Hey!" Tristan said.
Rory's hand slid and she got the glue on the wrong side of the project. "Ugh...great,"
"Ummm..." Tristan started, but he didn't get the chance to finish.
"Tristan what are you doing here? I told you I didn't need any distractions!" Rory said angrily.
"Come on Rory, it's-"
"No! Out! I need to finish this project, or I'll get a low score on the test, which will pull down my grade, which will lessen my chances of getting into Harvard! So please Tristan, I'm begging you, go away! I'll see you tomorrow!" and with that, Rory marched Tristan to the door, pushed him out, and went back in.
Tristan sighed, and drove back to his house.
About two hours later, there was a knock on his bedroom door.
"Come in," he called. He was lying on his bed, staring at the ceiling
"Tristan?" Rory pushed the door open.
"Rory!" he said, getting up at once. "What are you doing here?"
"I had to tell you something..." she walked over and sat beside him. "Tristan, first of all I don't want you to say anything. Wait until I'm done,"
He nodded.
"Okay... um... I want to apologize for how I acted. It was rude, I know. I was just concerned about my grades-"
"I know Rory," Tristan interjected. "Look, come on let's go talk. You wanna go to Starbucks or something?" he got up, one foot out the door.
"Uh, no. Tristan, what I wanted to say if you'll let me finish is that I think, if I want to go to Harvard, I should concentrate a little more on my school work. I think we should take a break," Rory said sadly.
"All right," Tristan said nonchalantly. "Is Starbucks okay? Or do you want pizza or something-"
"No, not that kind of break," Rory said with the same sad expression. "A break from us,"
Tristan just stared at her... and walked out the door.
Rory sighed, and waited five minutes before going out herself.
Rory walked into Luke's about an hour later. Lorelei heard her come in.
"So, how was the hot date with Bible Boy?" she asked cheerily.
"It didn't happen," Rory said hollowly.
Lorelei turned to face her daughter, and gestured for Rory to come to her. Rory walked to her mother, and to her mother's comforting arms. "Honey, what happened?"
Rory kept her face buried in her mother's shoulder. "I hate third month anniversaries," she whispered.
"He broke up with you?" Lorelei said sympathetically.
Rory shook her head, wiped away her tears, and pulled away. "I broke up with him,"
"Why? He didn't cheat on you did he?"
Rory shook her head. "I did, because..." and she launched into the story, recounting the days events.
Lorelei listened patiently. "Rory... you made a very mature choice. But wouldn't it make you miserable? And if you're sad, you can't work properly. But maybe you're right. Maybe it's time you started concentrating on your future, not that you never did. I know Harvard is your dream, and you're perfectly right trying to get there but..."
"Mom... I don't want to listen to that. I want someone to support me, and tell me that I've made the right decision. I'll see you at home," Rory said, leaving.
Lorelei sighed. "Didn't I just see Rory?" Luke asked, coming with a mug of coffee.
"She broke up with Tristan," Lorelei said without preamble.
Luke rolled his eyes. "What did he do this time?"
"Not Dean, Tristan, the one that hasn't hurt her yet,"
"Same difference. What did he do?"
"Actually, it was Rory,"
"Rory? What did Rory do?"
Lorelei sighed and started the whole tale again.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"Thanks for coming again Dean," Rory said with a smile. "I could really use a friend,"
"No problem. But you know, I agree with Lorelei. I don't think you should have broken up with him. What you guys have is really special, I don't know anyone else with that kind of relationship..."
"I know but-"
"I know... Harvard is your dream, I know that. But, well things change. Rory, if you continue like this, you'll become one of those old maids with no life, all work. You have to learn to balance. Can you honestly tell me loosing Tristan doesn't matter that much to you?"
Rory shook her head. "No,"
Dean smiled. "See? Now I think giving all that advice allows me food,"
The phone rang suddenly. Rory followed Dean to the kitchen to answer it. "Hello?"
"Rory?" there was loud music in the background, but Rory knew it was Tristan.
"Tristan! Oh my god, I've been meaning to call you. Look I'm sorry, it was wrong of me to do that-"
"I'm sorry too, I should have been more understanding-"
"Hey Rory is this stuff still okay?" Dean said, looking through their fridge.
"Is that Dean?" Tristan said, hearing another voice.
"Uh, no!" Rory said quickly. Too quickly. She knew that Tristan had certain... insecurities when it came to Dean,
"Want a drink Rory?" Dean asked, still looking through the fridge.
"Dean is at your house?"
"No Tristan, you don't understand-"
"Like hell I do," Tristan snapped furiously.
click
Rory banged her head on the wall.
