Disclaimer: I don't own Gilmore Girls, it belongs to the WB. And I used a quote from Buffy here, too. I don't own Buffy!
Author's Note: Okay, that beg for reviews was very selfish of me. I'm sane again. ^_^. This story will keep on going… but people, remember, the more reviews the faster these chapters will come. And there's less chances of me disappearing again. ;)
Anyway, before we start I want to thank each and everyone of my reviewers, thank you for being so supportive. I know what's going to happen with the Tristans already, but I have no idea what to do with Lorelai! Suggestions and ideas would be much appreciated.
About the format of the journals… they were in italics when I wrote them, but when I upload it to ff.net, it's not anymore! I'll try to make it clearer next time.
Oh… and in no way is Rory Stephanie's mother! That's sick! I am not a fan of incest! Lorelai was just reminded of Rory because Stephanie's mom was kind of like Rory.
On with the show! Er… story!
Reliving the Past
Chapter Seven
Tuesday. Last period. I was nervously fiddling with a strand of my hair. The teacher kept going on and on… saying something about the limits of infinity. When the bell rang five minutes later, I couldn't have been more scared.
I walked to Tristan's car, he was already in the driver's seat waiting. He looked at me annoyed. "What took you so long?"
I just shrugged and got into the passenger's seat.
We drove in silence for about twenty minutes.
I saw a sign saying 'Welcome to Littleton.' I glanced around the town. It was very picturesque. People were bustling about, doing their business… of course, many of them were staring at Tristan's car… and at us.
When we finally reached her house, I realized something. "Tristan… I never gave you Stephanie's address. How did you know where to find her house?"
Tristan just smirked. "That little sister, is for me to know and you to find out." Tristan glanced outside. "You know, I think I'll just wait here for you."
I frowned. "In the car?"
"In town." He grinned. "I think I'll go to that minimart down there."
I wondered why he looked like he was up to something. "Don't get in to trouble."
Tristan scoffed. "Me? Get in trouble? Why, Lorelai, why would you think something like that?"
I got out of the car and frowned. "Be good."
Tristan just smirked, and drove away.
I rang the doorbell. A pretty woman came to the door. "You must be the NIQ," she smiled as she said it.
"NIQ?"
"Nice Ice Queen. I'm April Parker, Stephanie's mom, please don't call me Mrs. Parker, it makes me feel a hundred years old. Call me April."
"Good Afternoon, April," I told her, trying to smile, but failing horribly. Something about her… it struck too close to home. It was… Times like these I really missed having a mom. Not missing Mom, missed having one. I miss Mom all the time.
"You're prettier than I expected. You know-"
"Mom!" I looked behind April, Stephanie was bounding down the stairs.
Stephanie grabbed my arm, and yanked me towards the living room. "Lorelai and I will be in the living room!" she called.
Once I was seated and she checked to make sure her mom wasn't eavesdropping, she turned to me sheepishly. "Sorry about my mom."
I nodded. "I wonder what she'll say about Tristan."
"What makes you think she'll have something to say about Tristan?"
"He's picking me up. He dropped me off here, in fact."
Her eyes widened. "Tristan is here? In this town?"
"Um, yeah. Why?"
"Please tell me he's no where near the grocery…"
"I think he said he was going to the minimart…"
"Minimart?" She looked confused. "There is no minimart… oh god. I have to go…"
My eyes widened. "Go? Excuse me, major project due next week!"
But she wasn't listening to me. She was already rushing out the door. I grabbed my jacket and followed her. "Stephanie! Where are you going? We have a project. Tristan at the minimart, or grocery… or whatever you call it, is not a problem!"
"Yes, it is!"
"What are you talking about?!" I yelled. She was now running. "Look, we need to plan, because we're not going to have much time. I have other things to do, not just this portfolio!"
"I'm trying to prevent a life-or-death situation!"
"A life or death situation?"
"Well… bloodshed!"
"Bloodshed? Look! Tristan is not going to hold up the minimart! Er… grocery!"
But when we reached the grocery, there was a crowd gathered. We quickly made our way through. Two men were trying to pull two guys apart. One had dark hair, was pale, and had a black eye… and the other was Tristan, I realized with dismay, who looked worse off. I froze, not knowing what to do. Stephanie ran to them. "Zach! Stop it! Tristan! Enough!!!"
After more struggling, they were finally pried apart.
I watched Tristan's face as Stephanie ran to- I'm assuming- her boyfriend. It looked like he hated the guy.
I ran to my brother, and I led him outside, to the car, ignoring all the stares we were getting. I grabbed the keys from his pocket, unlocked the door, and pushed him into the back seat. Strangely, he did it all without saying anything. Just looking murderous. I went to passenger's seat and opened the dash board. There was a first aid kit there… something mom and dad had always insisted on.
Tristan was sporting a split lip, bruised cheek, and there was a gash on his forehead. Blood was steadily trickling down the side of his face.
I grabbed some cotton and hydrogen peroxide and started cleaning up his wounds.
"Tristan… what on earth possessed you to do that? Who was that guy?"
"A self-righteous asshole."
Lorelai looked at her brother, trying to figure him out. "Was he Stephanie's boyfriend?"
"I think."
"Then why were you trying to beat him up?"
"I felt like it."
I sighed. When Tristan didn't want to talk… it was like talking to a wall. Only you got more from a wall.
There were suddenly raps on the window. I rolled down the window. It was Stephanie and she was furious.
"Tristan, can I talk to you for a minute?"
Tristan smirked. "Of course." Tristan started to get out, but I elbowed him in the ribs.
"Ouch! Lor, what the hell was that for?"
I glared at Tristan.
"Stephanie, I think it would be best if Tristan and I left."
Stephanie shot Tristan a look that clearly meant he was in for it later.
We both got out of the car, and into our respective seats. "Thank your parents for me… and tell the owner of the story to send the bill to me for whatever damages there were to the store."
Tristan started the ignition, backed up, and drove to Star's Hollow.
It wasn't until we were just outside Grandma's house that I realized something.
"Tristan! I left my stuff at Stephanie's house!"
"I'll go back and get it now-" he said hurriedly… but trailed off as a car pulled up beside the curb. Dad. "I'm gonna go now…"
But it was too late. Dad had already gotten out of the car.
"Tristan! What happened!" he grabbed the car door before Tristan could get in. His eyes took in Tristan's split lip and bandaged forehead.
Lorelai opened the door, but turned to look where I was looking.
"Tristan! Sweetie… what happened to you?" she pushed past me, past dad, and led Tristan into the house.
Dad turned to me. Uh oh. "Lorelai, what happened to your brother?"
I sighed. "Can I plead the fifth?"
Dad's gaze told me that would be a no. I took a deep breath. "He got into a fight."
"Where, about what, and how much damage do I have to pay for?"
"At a grocery in Littleton, I don't know what about, I saw a cracked window and several shelves toppled over."
Dad looked pissed.
"Dad, for what it's worth, I don't think Tristan started the fight…"
Dad still looked angry. Okay… I had to separate them. "Dad, we need to go to Littleton. I left my stuff at Stephanie's house."
Dad took one last look inside the house, where Grandma and Luke were fussing over Tristan. He nodded. "Let's go."
*
We got to Littlton a few minutes after. We went to the Parker house first. Stephanie answered the door.
"Lorelai… what are you-"
"I sort of left my things here in the rush."
"Wait here, I'll get it for you…" a few minutes later, she came back with my stuff.
I hoisted my backpack over my shoulders. "Look, I'm sorry about Tristan… this is just… a bad time for him, it always is. He's not always such a warfreak."
Stephanie nodded.
"Do you know how the fight started?"
Stephanie rolled her eyes. "The entire town is talking about it. It's the most exciting thing that's happened since the crazy family down the street moved in."
"Well?"
She looked at me rather gaurdedly. "Well, Tristan I think, provoked Zach. Zach didn't take it so well… Tristan pressed on. Zach punched Tristan… Tristan fought back… and we arrived."
I sighed. "Do you know who the owner of the grocery is?"
"Uh yeah… he's still there with Zach though, so you'll find him at the grocery."
I smiled. "Thanks. I'm apologizing for Tristan… Sorry."
She shrugged. "It's not supposed to come from you. It's not supposed to go to me."
I nodded, and got into the car, where dad was waiting.
"He's still at the grocery, Dad."
Dad drove down the street, and went out the door.
I followed him. I noticed many people looked at my dad… and there was the normal, 'Who-is-this-guy?' look. Dad was all business.
I walked to Zach. He still had a black eye, courtesy Tristan DuGrey. "Are you Zach?"
He looked at me strangely. "Do I know you?"
"I'm Stephanie's classmate, Lorelai. Would you mind pointing out the owner of this grocery?"
He gestured to a man putting cans back on a shelf. "His name is Ramon Gomez. He's nice, don't be fooled by the apron."
I gave a quick smile. "Thanks."
I walked over to dad. "Ramon Gomez, guy in the Star Trek apron."
Dad made his way to the guy. "Excuse me, are you the owner of this extablishment?"
"Yes, I am. What can I do for you?"
"My name is Tristan DuGrey, I believe my son was in a fight here this evening."
He nodded. "Yes…"
Dad looked around, and whipped out his check book. "This check should be made payable to?"
"Uh… Ramon Gomez."
My dad handed the check to him. His eyes widened. "This is more than enough-"
"The extra is for not pressing charges or reporting this."
I knew the drill. This had happened before… with the pranks my brother had pulled.
We walked out of the grocery. Zach was staring at me strangely.
Author's Note:
The quote from Buffy was the one that went 'It's like talking to a wall. Only you get more from a wall.'
Who can spot the Pride and Prejudice quote from the last chapter?
Anyway:
Monica: Thanks! Glad you love this story. Glad you found it funny. Humor is the one thing that I can't write. That's why most of what I write is angst. ;)
sheri: Thanks for checking out the story. =) Thanks for giving the story a chance.
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bibleboymary4ever: I know it's cliched… Bad charmedhpfanatic! I'm sorry… just didn't know where else to take it. (",) Thanks!
miss.pebbles: I know. I didn't want to make Lorelai and Stephanie friends right away. Lorelai would be too perfect, and I hate overly perfect characters. But don't worry, they'll eventually be friends. But it is going to take a long time. =)
Misty: Thanks! Hope this chapter met your expectations.
klm11a: Thanks for the encouragement! I hope you liked this chapter! And… damn. You saw right through me. Yep, Stephanie will be the girl who will change Tristan. I make no promises that they will end up together… or that their ending will be happy. Don't worry, Tristan Sr. will definitely be okay. ^_^. You know… he could live… or he could die, and be happy with Rory. ^_^
: ACK!!!! NO WAY!!!! STEPHANIE'S MOTHER IS NOT RORY! RORY IS DEAD!
Britt: Thanks! Writing in first person is something I rarely do, but I enjoy writing this in first person. Makes it harder to know what's happening between Tristan and Steph though. ^_^
indigo-chica: Thanks for saying this story is unique! When I wrote it, there were very few stories like this… but now, I guess there are a lot more like it. Oh well.
Deeta: Aw!! Thanks! I didn't want Lorelai to be too good. After all, who raised her? An ignorant Tristan. And her parternal grandparents put a lot of pressure on her to succeed academically. I'll put that in a later chapter. Yep, Tristan Jr.'s tale is very much like the Trory tale isn't it? I'll try not to make it so obvious. =) Also, I'll try not to disappear.
flossie: Hehehe… kinda. There's a twist to the Stephanie-Tristan tale. Oh… and your review did scare me. Really. I froze when I read it. =)
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