A/N: Extra Special thanks to our friends at the ORG: Loz. Helen, Katherine,
Lauren and especially Summer! You're all goddesses! Thanks for all your
help! Thanks sooooo much for your idea about Tristan's emotions in this
chapter Summer!
This chappie by Joan
Disclaimer: If we owned anything why would I write this?
Tristan could not believe what Rory had just told him. Roommates? 6 months ago, he would have jumped at the chance. And now, she was the excited one
He smirked at her, "Mary, Mary, you know there are easier ways to see me in a towel!"
She rolled her eyes, "Oh no! Tristan! I want to hear you when you wake up screaming my name in the middle of the night! That way, we can get our action! Ya know, maybe we shouldn't even bother with two beds."
Tristan was scared, okay? For the first time in his life he cared about a girl, deeply and for the first time, he was the only one with the feelings, not the other way around as it always had been.
Her voice awakened him from his conflicting thoughts.
"Well obviously there will be rules! Here, I made a list. One copy for me, one copy for you and one copy to hang somewhere. Probably in the kitchen. Okay here goes Number 1: No sex in the apartment without warning"
Tristan raised an eyebrow. The Mary he knew would not have said that, it could be a lot of fun to live with Rory. But he was sure she still had those freaky study habits.
She continued, "Number two: You must learn to make decent coffee or find me a place comparable to Luke's."
Roommates fight about that kind of stuff he thought, they fight about food, cleaning, money and probably, in Rory's case, coffee.
"Number three: Take out menus always accessible"
He sighed, well Emily Gilmore was a sensible woman.Rory having a roommate she was familiar with at Yale made sense, but him? Their friendship was new and still oh-so fragile, the slightest blow, he feared, could knock it. And. Living with her, would make it harder and harder to contain his impulses to touch her silky hair, to caress her soft cheeks and to kiss her light lips.
"Number four: Be nice to Lorelai, she's ticked at you about the roommate thing."
Tristan sighed, " I'm ticked at me about the roommate thing!" he wanted to jump up and yell out at her, but he continued to stir his coffee.
"Number five: All problems must be calmly talked out."
"Well then, that's it." Tristan said.
Rory was alarmed, "what?"
"We have a problem we need to calmly talk out. I don't want to be your roommate."
This chappie by Joan
Disclaimer: If we owned anything why would I write this?
Tristan could not believe what Rory had just told him. Roommates? 6 months ago, he would have jumped at the chance. And now, she was the excited one
He smirked at her, "Mary, Mary, you know there are easier ways to see me in a towel!"
She rolled her eyes, "Oh no! Tristan! I want to hear you when you wake up screaming my name in the middle of the night! That way, we can get our action! Ya know, maybe we shouldn't even bother with two beds."
Tristan was scared, okay? For the first time in his life he cared about a girl, deeply and for the first time, he was the only one with the feelings, not the other way around as it always had been.
Her voice awakened him from his conflicting thoughts.
"Well obviously there will be rules! Here, I made a list. One copy for me, one copy for you and one copy to hang somewhere. Probably in the kitchen. Okay here goes Number 1: No sex in the apartment without warning"
Tristan raised an eyebrow. The Mary he knew would not have said that, it could be a lot of fun to live with Rory. But he was sure she still had those freaky study habits.
She continued, "Number two: You must learn to make decent coffee or find me a place comparable to Luke's."
Roommates fight about that kind of stuff he thought, they fight about food, cleaning, money and probably, in Rory's case, coffee.
"Number three: Take out menus always accessible"
He sighed, well Emily Gilmore was a sensible woman.Rory having a roommate she was familiar with at Yale made sense, but him? Their friendship was new and still oh-so fragile, the slightest blow, he feared, could knock it. And. Living with her, would make it harder and harder to contain his impulses to touch her silky hair, to caress her soft cheeks and to kiss her light lips.
"Number four: Be nice to Lorelai, she's ticked at you about the roommate thing."
Tristan sighed, " I'm ticked at me about the roommate thing!" he wanted to jump up and yell out at her, but he continued to stir his coffee.
"Number five: All problems must be calmly talked out."
"Well then, that's it." Tristan said.
Rory was alarmed, "what?"
"We have a problem we need to calmly talk out. I don't want to be your roommate."