Author's Note: Sorry for the long wait. This was a long chapter to type. I've been busy doing all my stuff…school, homework, college hockey games and dance class…. this hasn't been my top priority lately. Thank you to my reviewers, fabulous job as always. On with the story!
Chapter Five: Thursday
"Morning Rory," a voice says in which I assume is my mother. "Go away," I complain shoving 'her' away.
"I should hope I'm not your mom," a smooth male voice teases. "Tristan," I mumble and he stars to tickle me. "Stop!" I shriek now officially sitting up in my bed. "I knew that would wake you up,"
"Evil," I comment before leaning in to kiss him. "Hurry and change so we can go to Luke's,"
"I'll be right back," I promise as I gather my stuff up and head to the bathroom. A minute or so later I re-appear clad in my Chilton uniform. "Done!" I announce spinning around for Tristan. "That must be the world record for a female to get ready to go to school," he deadpans and then grins. "Well you know what they say. Practice makes perfect,"
"And you're perfect,"
"Cute," I say smirking at him as I grab my backpack with him following me. Halfway to Luke's he finally grabs my hand. I flash a grin at him before we get into Luke's. We get a table and order. "Luke really loves me, huh?" Tristan jokes.
"You know he put Dean in a headlock once,"
"Get out,"
"Nope, I'm serious,"
"Note to self: don't break up with Rory,"
"Good plan," I reply leaning in to kiss him again. "No PDA in this diner," Luke says gruffly as he puts down our food. "Sorry," I say meekly and my mother enters in time to hear Luke saying no PDA. "Did Luke say no PDA in his diner?"
"Yeah," Tristan replies and my mother beams at him. "I'm so making fun of him," she gets up and heads to the counter. I look over at Tristan's breakfast longingly.
"You know…those waffles look really good," I say hinting at wanting them. "Do you want to switch?"
"Oh no I wouldn't do that," He looks at me suspiciously and I just give him an innocent smile. "Rory?" he questions.
"Yeah, okay switch!" Tristan hands over his plate and I dig in. "These are some good waffles," I comment and he smiles.
"You certainly are strange,"
"Thank you," I reply as I continue to finish off his waffle. When we are finished I realize my mother hasn't returned to our table with her coffee. Glancing over to the counter I have to do a double take to see my mother being lip-locked with Luke. "I'll be out in a minute," I promise him and saunter over to the counter. "You're breaking your own rule Luke!"
"Bye babe," my mother says breaking off the kiss quickly and kicking me out of the diner. Grinning I reach Tristan quickly effortlessly capturing his mouth with mine. "Luke broke his own rule," I say giddy in excitement. "You mean…"
"Yep! Luke and Lorelai are together,"
"Today's a lot better then yesterday, hmm?" he whispers and I agree. "Much," and off the two of us go to hell.
* * *
"Hopefully, certain people won't distract any of us from this project," Paris began looking directly at Tristan and me. "What could possibly distract us, Gellar?" Tristan questions innocently. Paris began to stutter causing him to grin. The bell rang dismissing the class Tristan, Jim Duval and me headed out the door before she could come up with something to spit out at him. "You're awful," I hiss and he just grins ruefully.
"I've got to give you props man," Jim said giving Tristan a high five. "Now Paris thinks we're doing it too," I groan after Jim had left the two of us. "Sorry," he apologizes kissing him lightly on the nose. "It was funny seeing Paris stutter like that," I admit and his grin just broadens. "Bio next," I say suddenly my voice soft and Tristan's grin fades away. "If that kid pulls anything…"
"Don't worry about it," I say as I bury my neck into his collarbone. "You're with me, nothing to worry about, huh?"
"Easy for you to say I still have a huge bruise on my thigh and a bump on my head,"
"Want me to kiss it and make it better?" he says with a leering grin. "Pervert," I mumble good-naturedly as I hit him with my backpack. "You wound me, Ror,"
"Good," I sass back. "Hi Tristan," a flirty voice of a female travels back to us causing our banter to cease. "Summer," he says coolly his arm snaking around my waist pulling me closer to him. I relax against Tristan as Summer eyes me suspiciously. "When you're done with her my number," I tense at her catty comment. "I won't be needing it any time soon,"
"We'll see about that, DuGrey," and with that Summer saunters away and my eyes follow her for a while until she turns the corner. I look up at him. "Why in the world did you date someone like her?"
"She looked a little like you. Only a whole lot more of a slut and a bitch,"
"I'll take that as a compliment,"
"You should," he replied as I leaned up and kissed him. "We have to get to class," he whispers taking my elbow and guiding me to Bio. Forgetting about Summer.
* * *
Lunchtime came and I wasn't sure where I stood on the social ladder at Chilton anymore so I sat alone. I settled down with my current novel of choice: The Great Gatsby. "You never cease to amaze me Miss Gilmore," Tristan said clucking his tongue in a disapproving manner. "How so Mr. DuGrey?"
"You're sitting alone reading when you know you're the new Queen of Chilton,"
"Maybe I don't want to be queen,"
"So, you're a rebel then?"
"Care to join the rebel of Hilton?"
"I'd be honored," he kidded. "You should be," he settled himself down in the chair next to me and I shot him a questioning look. "Where's the football team? The bimbo cheerleaders?"
"I told them to leave you alone,"
"Ah, the power of being king," I tease as I roll my eyes. "You're pretty mean," Tristan says reminding me of the earlier encounter in English class. "I aim to please. However, I did not imply that we did it to shut Paris up,"
"Did you have any better ideas?"
"Well I was thinking…suddenly falling into your lap, then making out for a while and making Paris upset by undressing you,"
"Sounds good to me," I hit him playfully and he just smiles as he captures my mouth with his sending shivers down my spine. "I have to interrupt the two lovebirds of Chilton but I would like to work on our project,"
"You haven't seen our best work yet, Gellar," Tristan leered. "Tristan!" I hiss nudging him in the ribs. "As much as I would like to discuss your sex life Tristan I think our project is more important at the moment,"
"Someone got lucky between English and lunch,"
"What can I say my bio partner really turns me on," Paris deadpans.
"Paris, do we have to do this now?" I interrupt getting extremely irritated at the two of them attacking each other. "You'd rather work on Saturday?" she questions incredulously. "Yes," I reply.
"Rory," Tristan whines and I ignore him. "My house is out. So is Duval's,"
"We'll study at Tristan's then," I say with a nod of my head before Paris leaves our table and once again it's just the two of us. "Thanks," Tristan mutters sarcastically. "Serves you right you were being a complete ass,"
"Sorry," he apologizes and I just roll my eyes. "You're forgiven Tristan," he says pretending to me. "Now let's get back to before…" he says suggestively.
"Right. Making out, come here you," I say softly pulling him closer to me and we made out for quite a while.
* * *
We arrived at the Independence Inn at about 3:30. We had stopped for an impromptu make out session at my house.
"Michel? Have you seen my mother?"
"I'm not her keeper," came his dry response. "So, kitchen? Thanks!" I call out taking Tristan by the hand to the kitchen. "Sook, you should see him. He's a total hottie," my mother pauses and then continues. "His little brother is adorable as well I wonder what he'll look like when he's older," Sookie began waving her spoon around but it was useless, once my mother started there was no stopping her. "If Luke and I don't work out I think I'll steal Tristan from Rory,"
"Hey Mom!" I say loudly. Before she even turns around she says to Sookie. "You were giving me the spoon signal weren't you?"
"Yes," Sookie replied looking over at Tristan from the corner of her eye. "Damn," my mom pauses as she turns around to face me. "Hey Sweets. I was kidding about that last part,"
"Good because I think marrying someone sixteen years younger then you is illegal,"
"I'm foiled again! I can't marry Frankie Muniz, woe is me,"
"Lorelai, focus," Sookie reminds. "Huh?"
"Introduce me?"
"Oh right…" grinning my mom begins to introduce. "Sook this is Tristan DuGrey. Tristan, this is Sookie St. James,"
"Hi!" Sookie says shaking Tristan's hand quickly. "Well I just wanted to drop by and say hi…so bye," I say pushing Tristan out of the kitchen quickly before Sookie or my mom makes any more comments. "Hey Babe," Lorelai says quickly before I leave. "Yeah?"
"5:30, Luke's,"
"Of course," I respond still lingering in the doorway for a while. "He's more of a Chad Michael Murray, I think," Sookie confides in my mother. "Who?"
"That kid on Griffin Girls"
"Oh my god! You're so right," the two burst into giggles and I catch up to Tristan planning on going back to my house to study…and maybe make out a little.
* * *
5:30 rolled around, eventually. Tristan left, going to his grandparents to pick up Kevin. As promised to mom I headed over to Luke's. She was sitting on the steps outside talking on her cell phone. Luke must have kicked her out, even though she is his girlfriend. "What?" a pause.
"Mom how did you find that out?" another pause.
"Miss Patty! You're like the gossip hotline Queen!"
"No, defiantly not Mom. Why? We just got together. Same goes for Rory,"
"That's not fair. We haven't even had a chance to tell us ourselves,"
"Yes I do own a phone. I'm using it right now talking to you," a moment of silence passes before my mother goes into full throttle rant mode. "We've been really busy, honest to go. I work, remember? I manage a inn, Rory goes to school. You're paying her tuition; I don't see how you could forget since you manage to mention it in every single conversation we share," another quiet moment. "Fine whatever. Good-bye Mother," my mom groans in frustration. "What's wrong?"
"Luke and Tristan are coming to dinner tomorrow," she says sighing.
"No," I say hoping she's just pretending. "Oh yes, they are,"
- End Thursday.
COMING SOON: Friday. A confrontation about what Tristan and Rory really are, leads to another fight. Will they be able to get their acts together to pass the Emily Gilmore relationship test? We'll see….in Chapter Six!