Disclaimer: Gilmore Girls belongs to Amy S.-P. And the WB.
Author's Note: Very, very short chapter. Contains quote from Buffy, and still a little based on Friends. Don't own them, either. After this chapter, it'll be non-friends like.
Rory came early and waited for Tristan to arrive. After ten minutes of waiting, she was rewarded as she saw Tristan coming, looking very closed off.
"Tristan! Look at us, running into each other as people who go to the same school are bound to do now and then..." Rory said with a nervous smile. Tristan's stony expression didn't change. He concentrated on getting his books. Rory gave up the act. "Look Tristan, Dean and I are friends and you know it! In fact, he was the one who convinced me to try and get back together with you!"
When Tristan's expression still didn't change, she made one last attempt to reach him. "I love you, and you know it,"
He still refused to look at her. Rory gave up. "I'll see you in first period," she whispered.
She walked away sadly. Before she knew it, she had been yanked back, and Tristan's lips were crushing hers. "I'm sorry too," he whispered.
Rory broke into relieved laughter. "Really?"
Tristan nodded. "Really,"
Tristan sat at a table in the cafeteria, waiting for Rory. He played idly with his food.
"Shouldn't do that, Tristan," a female voice called. The wrong female voice. Two arms came around him. "I had a really fun time last night," the blonde said, smiling seductively. She kissed his cheek and sauntered away. His 'friends' suddenly joined him.
"Good to see you've gotten the Gilmore girl out of your system,"
"And got Summer back too. How do you do it man?"
Tristan laughed. It was his role after all. He heard someone clear her throat behind him. It was Paris, in the table diagonal from him. And beside her was... Oh God...
Rory...
Rory stood up, and walked to him. "Rory I-"
But Tristan didn't get any further. Rory slapped him, and walked away. "Should have been more careful, Tristan. News gets around,"
"Rory, I didn't- I mean-"
"What you did was mean, and deceitful. What's more, you tried to hide it from me!"
"It-it-"
"What? It wasn't your fault?"
"Yes-no... We were on a break!"
"Being on a break justifies what you did?"
"Rory, I'm sorry! Please forgive me,"
"If you were in my shoes, would you forgive me?"
"Of course!"
Rory raised an eyebrow. "You would forgive me even though Dean was-"
Tristan's hands flew to cover his ears. "No! I'm not hearing this!" Tristan muttered under his breath, to block out Rory's words.
Rory stopped, and just looked at him.
"Okay, I wouldn't... but there has to be some way we can work this out!"
Rory shook her head. "Bye DuGrey. Hope I never see you again,"
Paris stared at Mark, another member of there small circle of friends. Things did not look good.
"What do we do?" Mark whispered.
Paris shrugged. "Eat?"
"We have to get them back together!"
"How?"
"I don't know, you're the smart one!"
"Uh... I talk to Rory, you talk to Tristan,"
"Okay..."
