Author's Note: Thank you for all those reviews urging me to continue. As for those constructive criticism I received thank you I will keep those in mind from now on. However I like this story the way it is, even with my sloppy grammar mistakes and simple sentence structure. If anyone has a problem with it you can tell me…but anyone who wants to be my beta…. please volunteer to do so. And question, in many reviews there was rnrn what does that mean?  

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Chapter Three: Tuesday

"Morning," I greet a half-asleep Tristan slumped over sitting on the bench. In response he groans and looks up at me. His eyes are bloodshot as well as his skin pale. "Are you okay?" I ask concerned for him.

"Yes," he lies. "Tristan…" I warn.

"Okay, no,"

"You look like crap,"

"Thank you Rory," he says sarcastically then sighing as I sit down next to him. "No seriously," I comment looking at him worriedly. "My little brother's sick," he whispers his face full of pain. "I didn't even know you had a brother! Is he okay?"

"I was going to tuck him into bed last night and I found him passed out on the floor,"

"You shouldn't have come to school," I scold gently.

"I needed to see you," he says his voice weak. "I'm scared Rory,"

"I know you are. Now, come on," I say taking his hand and leading him back to the Chilton parking lot. "Where are we going?"

"The hospital where you belong,"

"What about school?"

"Screw Chilton," I snap as he hands over his keys.

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He hunches over in the waiting room chair as a tear trickled down his cheek. I pull him into a hug. "It's going to be okay, Tristan," I murmur my arm rubbing against his back.

"No it's not, its all my fault," he says suddenly bitter. "What do you mean?" I ask surprised at him.

"I should've been with him all afternoon. I'm turning into my parents," he says unhappily.

"Tristan. You're nothing like them,"

"I'm so scared though," he whispers. "I know you are, you're human. You're not superman like all your friends 'think',"

"You don't like them that much do you?"

"What do you mean? I love them," Rory says sarcastically. "They suck," Tristan says and Rory tries hard not to smile but it falls. "Those girls are such sluts,"

"What did they ask now?"

"My favorite lingerie,"

"And?" Tristan asks quirking a brow at Rory. "Get your mind out of the gutter, DuGrey,"

"I thought you liked it there," he teases as Rory elbows him as he leans in and kisses her.

"Excuse me, Mr. And Mrs. DuGrey?" Before Rory can get a chance to correct the nurse Tristan's standing and taking Rory with him. "I'm not your wife," she hisses as they head down the hall.

"Minor detail," came Tristan's response with a wave of his hand. They enter the little boy's room. "Tristan!" the little boy squealed launching himself on his older brother. "Hey kiddo," Tristan greets ruffling his hair. I stand in the doorway for a minute or so watching the two of them. It was amazing how different he was with him. "Kevin I want you to meet someone special," Tristan motions for me to come over. "This is Rory," sporting an ear-to-ear grin at me he makes me feel much more comfortable then anyone ever could. "Hi Kevin," still grinning he leans over to Tristan and whispers quite loudly. "I like her,"

"Me too, Kev, me too,"

"You better," I joke as Tristan stands and wraps an arm around my waist. "And I do,"

"Good," I reply as he kisses me lightly on the cheek. "Eww!" cries out Kevin.

"You're just jealous," Tristan says looking at his younger brother. "Yeah right,"

"Am I going to have to tickle it out of you?"

"No!" shouts Kevin running to the far side of the room. "Here I come," Tristan, announces letting go of me causing Kevin to run back over to me and hide behind my legs. They continue to play the way brothers are supposed to play together. Finally the two boys collapse on Kevin's bed breathless. There's a moment of shared silence between the three of us when Kevin announces his next game of choice. "Twister!" Before we begin my cell phone rings uneasily Tristan glances at me worriedly and I shrug. "I'll be right back," I promise Kevin before exiting his room. "Hello?

"Why aren't you in school?"

"Mom?"

"No it's the queen. Of course it's mom. Now, where the hell are you?"

"Well…"

"You're not in a hotel room are you?"

"God, no!"

"Back of Tristan's car?"

"Mother!"

"His room?"

"We're at the hospital!"

"In a janitor's closet?"

"No! Tristan's little brother was sick last night…he was waiting at my bus stop looking horrible. He couldn't go to school today," I explain quickly. "So, You skipped too?"

"He needs me,"

"Babe, next time please call before Chilton does," my mom says. "Sorry," I apologize. "It's okay but you can't skip again, okay?" she asks.  "No problem,"

"Good now tonight Tristan's coming to Stars Hollow along with his little brother," Lorelai instructs.  "They are?" I ask surprised. "You've been seeing Tristan, ex-bible boy since Sunday. I still haven't actually met him,"

"Okay. See you tonight?"

"At Luke's! Bye Rory,"

"Bye Mom," tonight was going to be interesting. 'Who was it?' Tristan mouthed and I mouthed 'My mom' back.  "Rory's first!" Kevin announces while spinning the spinner. "Left foot, yellow,"

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Five minutes into the game Kevin had accidentally 'slipped' and according to Tristan was out. "That was mean," I whisper as Tristan places his foot on the blue. "It was a plan," he explains as I struggle for balance. Gritting my teeth I shift my weight as I scramble to get my hand on green. "You're so sexy when you're angry," Tristan mumbles in my ear. "Tristan!" Kevin cried out clapping his hands in excitement as Tristan looks up at his younger brother. "Right hand green," Tristan struggles to get his hand on green without putting his full-weight on me. "Damn," he mutters as his face nuzzles against the back of my neck. My hands buckle from the feeling I get from Tristan. "Don't do that," I hiss, as Kevin calls out "Right foot, red,"

"You're kidding me!" I moan and Tristan chuckles at me. "Not funny DuGrey," I comment nudging him in the ribs causing him to teeter and then collapse on top of me. "Ouch!" I cry out. "Sorry," Tristan mutters and I grimace rubbing my elbow. "Want me to kiss it and make it better,"

"I'm fine," I reply smoothing out my skirt and getting up. "Kevin needs his rest before we release him this afternoon," the head nurse says gazing suspiciously at the two of us. "We were just leaving right, dear?" Tristan says grabbing my uninjured elbow and leading me out of the room. "So, what did your mom want?"

"You and Kevin are coming to Stars Hollow,"

"When?"

"Tonight,"

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Luke's was crowded by the time the three of us arrived. Luckily my mother was saving a table for us. "Thank god you came! Everyone were giving me these evil stares,"

"Poor you," I tease. "Shush you! Devil child of mine,"

"You taught me well,"

"Yes I did young Jedi,"

"Thank you Obi Wan, now back to reality. Mom this is Tristan and Kevin,"

"Hello!" Kevin says loudly forming a life long relationship with Lorelai. Tristan however had a slightly long acceptance with my mother. "You're Tristan," she comments and he nods in response. "Kevin, tell me how cool is he?"

"The coolest," he confides to Lorelai. "Hmm…how much does he like Rory?"

"A LOT!" Kevin announces his eyes growing wide. Tristan flushes red as I reach underneath the table to take his hand. The sudden closeness between the two of us doesn't get past Lorelai. "Kevin, how about you and me go get some pie while the big kids take a walk?" I mouth a 'thank you' to her as Kevin and her head to the counter for some pie. "Come on you," I say pulling him out of Luke's. "Where are we going?"

"You have to meet Lane," I explain. "Oh," we arrive at Kim's Antiques shortly after. I let go of his hand and he sends me a questioning gaze. "Her mother," I tell him as we go in.

"Yeah let's get back to the no-talking-about-Rory agreement," a deep male voice says and I see Lane along with Dean sitting at her kitchen table. I freeze and Lane looks up to see me. "Umm…never mind," I say lamely turning around and running out of her house, forgetting about Tristan, with Lane following me. "Wait Rory!" she calls and I stop at the fence. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"Tell you what?

"That you're seeing Dean!"

"He's my science lab partner, I wouldn't go out with him! What about you and that guy?"

"He's Tristan"

"Why did you bring him here?" Lane asks eyes widening at me.

"I wanted him to meet my best friend. Lane, I like him. A lot,"

"That's great but you know he's still in there with Dean,"

"Oh crap!" I say hurrying back into Lane's house. The two of them are standing there not saying a word at each other, just glaring. "Tristan…let's go," I say words fumbling out of my mouth. "Okay," he responds moving away from the glare of Dean and heading out the door. "Hey Rory," Dean says and I nod quickly ignoring the feeling in the pit of my stomach. "Rory, you coming?" Tristan calls. "I have to go," I say quickly running out the door to bump into Lane on her porch. "Have fun on your project," I say smiling at Lane. A relieved grin comes from hiding as she sighs in relief. I reach the fence as Tristan's waiting for me. "Hey, you," he greets and I just smile. "It's almost eight, I should be bringing Kevin home,"

"You should," I reply as we head back over to Luke's hand-in-hand. We stop at the doorway right before the steps. He kisses me lightly on the lips and begins to pull away. I pull him back closer to me kissing him a little harder, my lips lingering on his. We go back in to see Kevin sleeping curled up in Lorelai's lap. My mother smiles at me, she looks positively giddy wanting to know all the details of the evening. "Thanks Lorelai," Tristan says softly letting go of my hand to take his little brother off my mother's lap.

"Not a problem Tristan. Anytime,"

"Night," I murmur as he walks past winking at me as he goes. I roll my eyes and my mother's smile grows even wider. As the bell jingles one final time and the door close my mother wraps an arm around me. "You've changed him. Kevin told me,"

"I know, I know," smiling faintly remembering that day and evening we resume our usual dinnertime conversation forgetting about Tristan and Kevin, for now.

-End Tuesday.

Coming Soon…. WEDNESDAY! A bad morning leaves Rory questioning whether or not being with Tristan is really meant to be.