One Week
Summary: A week in the life of Rory Gilmore. A week where her life is turned upside down over one certain boy at Chilton. (L/L, T/R). POV of Rory.
Spoilers: Up to the middle of The Third Lorelai. After Paris found out that Rory had set up the date between her and Tristan and Rory's yelling at Tristan.
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: As said in all my other pieces of fiction I still don't own Gilmore Girls, so don't sue me.
Author's Note: I decided this was a better approach to this fic previously titled The Way It Should Be, I think this is a lot better.
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Chapter One: Sunday
"Yeah, I'm still not over Summer," Tristan said sarcastically and I was bewildered.
"You're lying," I accused and he just looked at me. "Maybe," he said slipping away before I could say anything more to him.
"Let's finish this," snapped Paris. Paris was mad at me and Tristan, I was mad at Paris and Tristan, and Tristan—well Tristan was being Tristan, I knew he was upset with me but he would never show it, his stupid cocky exterior kept it all inside. Paris began talking, Louise pulled out her most recent issue of Seventeen, Madeline started painting her nails, and the two other guys in our group began discussing cars quietly. I pulled out a book and as I reached for another cup of coffee at the same instant Tristan was reaching for coffee. Our fingers brushed, eyes locking, blue on blue.
"Take it," I murmured.
"You can have it," he grumbled.
"I've already had a cup though," I hissed while glancing at Paris.
"You have the coffee addiction,"
"How did you know that?"
"I know a lot more than you think,"
"Right. Like why you're pretending you're not over Summer,"
"You wouldn't understand Rory,"
"Try me," by now Paris had stopped talking and was staring at the two of us. I was annoyed at Tristan, so annoyed that I didn't even care if everyone else heard our entire conversation. "Let's not get into this now," he pleaded.
"Now or never Tristan,"
"I take the latter," Tristan said sliding out of his seat and heading out. "Oh no you don't!" I call out racing after him. Louise and Madeline pop their heads into the hallway and watch the two of us. "You can't avoid me forever,"
"Want to see me try?"
"No. I want you to tell me what's going on,"
"I just want you to leave me alone Rory,"
"Oh yeah?"
"Yeah,"
"Fine but maybe, just maybe I was lying when I said that kiss meant nothing to me," I spat at him over my shoulder. He stood suddenly frozen staring at my back. I had hit his nerve and had the final word for now. I come back into the classroom with Paris looking furious.
"Where's Tristan?" she demands. Shrugging in response she runs back into the hall gets him and brings him back into the classroom. "At this rate we're never getting out of here,"
"Great, just great," I mutter under my breath as Paris takes control of the study session, once again. I can feel Tristan staring at me but I ignore it and pay attention to Paris.
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(These lines are borrowed from The Third Lorelai, I in no way wrote them originally)
The bus pulls up at my bus stop; I can see my mother with two coffee cups in her hand, much to my relief. I get off the bus and my mom just smiles at me for a moment.
"Hi," she says.
"Hey," I respond.
"Here," she hands me a cup of coffee. "Thanks. I thought you were going to have tea today,"
"Uh we did, we finished,"
"Finished early," I conceded.
"Yeah well once you're down with those little sandwiches there's no reason to pretend you like tea anymore,"
"Oh I totally understand. There's something I have to tell you,"
"What?"
"I loaned Paris your black mini and there's a good chance you may never see it again,"
"Oh there's something I have to tell you,"
"What?"
"You lost out on $250,000 dollars today,"
"What!?" wrapping her arm around my shoulder we continued to head home.
"Yeah you see, it's quiet the funny story. Gran has this trust fund for you, you'll get it when you're 25 now but she found out about Grandma and Grandpa lending us money so you could go to Chilton. She was going to pull some strings and let you have it now but Emily Gilmore flipped out,"
"Flipped out?"
"Yeah. She ran after me when I was leaving last night. She said if I gave you that trust fund I'd lose you. We wouldn't go to Europe together,"
"Not true!" I protest and my mom nods.
"Babe, I know she scared me. I don't want to lose you,"
"You won't Mom," I said as we stopped in front of our house.
"Promise?"
"Promise," we hugged and then pulled away. Heading inside I left my mom. "I have homework to do," I explained, mom nodded and shooed me away to my room. Flopping down onto my bed pulled out Paris's outline and got down to work.
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Yawning I glanced at the clock, midnight. Great six hours until I'd have to get up again to go to Chilton. I hurried to the bathroom washed my face and changed into my pajamas. Then I crawled under my covers planning to sleep. Suddenly I heard a tapping on my window. "What the hell," I mutter under my breath. Who would be bugging me at midnight of all hours. Scooting over to my window I unlatched it and opened it to see Tristan.
"What are you doing here?" I hissed quietly.
"I wanted to say I'm sorry,"
"For what?"
"Everything—bothering you, Paris getting mad at you because of me,"
"Okay,"
"Okay?"
"Well no, not okay but it is midnight Tristan,"
"Right sorry there's one more thing,"
"Yeah?"
"The kiss were you telling me the truth that it meant something?"
"I don't know," I say truthfully as I searched Tristan's eyes for an answer. "I don't know either Rory but I'm willing to try,"
"Me too," I say as I shiver.
"I should probably go, huh?" Tristan says and I nod in response. "See you tomorrow," he says softly slipping off the window ledge when I stop him. "Wait," I whisper shutting the window then heading out of my room toting my blanket with me. "Come here," I say softly sitting down on the porch swing we sit there in silence for a moment when suddenly his mouth is on mine. I'm melting into him and not wanting to let go. Circling my arms around him I get lost in our kiss. "Sorry," he says weakly pulling himself away. I nod taking a deep breath he just grins. "What would everyone at Chilton say?" at the mention of Chilton I blanch. "Tristan I can't be like that," I say softly.
"Like what?"
"I can't be like Summer or whoever you've dated. I'm not a fling or a conquest,"
"Rory, Rory," he mumbles as he kisses my jaw line. "Please don't avoid the subject Tristan," his blue eyes meeting mine matching my questioning gaze with an answer. "I know you're different Rory. Believe me I know," I relax and lean into him. He lets me do this no questions asked. I snuggle into him, as he gets comfortable next to me. I hear him mutter "Thank you," as he kisses my forehead lightly.
- End Sunday
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