A.N: Well, I don't own the show (You know the rest). I hope you like this chapter and in response: no, the fourth chapter wasn't the last as you can see. I believe that time is the answer so I'm just giving it to the characters, that's all. I'd love to hear what you think about this one…I wish you all a Merry Christmas… By the way: Polina, this one's for you, for being there and pushing me to finish this fic and to put it online so that others could read it. Thank you so much… J

Don't judge a book by its cover

Chapter 5:

"So, how are things?" She asked.

"Didn't change much since yesterday."

"And still?"

"Just a change of location."

"So, you're okay, right?"

"How are you?"

"You know, I got a plumbing story for the Franklin…" a smile escaped my lips.

"Why don't you just quit already?"

"I'm not gonna give up just because Paris doesn't like me."

"Plumbing, huh?"

"Did you read my pavement piece?"

"One of the best articles I've ever read." I smiled.

"So, how are you, school-wise?"

"Well, since I come from the pressure of Chilton I can practically ditch every class and still get straight A's."

"Ask your father to let you come back to Hartford."

"I have to pay my dues, serve my time and so on and on…"

"Then promise him that you'll change."

"It won't do any good and you know it."

"I wish I could help." She said quietly.

"You are helping."

"How exactly am I doing that?"

"Morale support."

"So, how are the guys?"

"Oh, you know how it is, we're staying out of trouble so that we'll have our privileges and so that I could talk to you on the phone."

"Oh, I feel so special…"

"You should." I could practically see her, rolling her eyes in frustration.

"You can be so funny sometimes."

"Everything's just fine."

"I'm glad."

"Why don't you come here to visit me?" I teased.

Silence on the other end of the line.

"I was kidding." I said.

"I knew that!" she blurted the words out.

"Sure you did…"

"Hey!"

"No, really, I meant it. I know that you didn't believe me." I smiled to myself.

"Sure you did. I can see your smile all the way from Stars Hollow."

I chuckled, "So, what are you going to do about Paris?"

"Nothing. There's nothing I can do."

"You should have been the editor…"

"I'm not around here long enough and you know it. Everything in Chilton is about PR."

"Yeah, I know what you mean."

"And besides, she's worked so hard to get to this position that I'd feel bad for taking it away from her."

"Oh yeah, definitely." I agreed.

"And I really do think that she deserves it."

"Just for all the work that she's done."

"I get tired from just thinking about all that she's done the past couple of years."

"She's been like that ever since the third grade, I think."

"That's scary."

"Her parents expect her to be perfect."

"Maybe that's the reason she's so mean to me."

"I guess. She's been working really hard all these years and then you come along, a small town girl who's a threat to everything that she's been working for. And you don't even have to work that hard for it."

"I work real hard, you know…"

"But she's worked so much harder and you two get the same grades. And don't forget that you've made some friends in no time comparing to her."

"She has Madeline and Louise."

"And they're everything a girl can ask." I said sarcastically.

"At least she's not alone…"

"Would you rather having them as your only friends than being alone?"

"No."

"Then why are you even mentioning them?"

"Because they're her friends."

"Come on, Rory, it's me you're talking to…"

"I'm not saying that I'd want them as my friends but the three of them grew up together. And don't forget that they grew up in a different reality."

"Real friends are the same everywhere."

"Fine. I don't want to talk about it anymore."

"Have you seen any good movies lately?"

"No, I don't have any free time on my hands lately."

"You should make some."

"Well, as you probably know, there are only twenty four hours a day and there's nothing I can do about it."

"Then make some time, clear out some of the unimportant things, things that don't involve school for instance."

"Talking to you isn't a school thing…"

"Are you saying that you want to stop our blooming friendship?" I joked.

"And it was going so well…"

"How many hours do you sleep at night?" I asked.

"Nine."

"Then cut to seven hours each night and you'll have some more time."

"But I need my sleep."

"Oh, I see what you mean."

"Don't you dare saying something dirty."

"No, I was talking about the whole beauty thing."

"Are you saying that I'm not pretty?"

"No. Not at all."

"Then what exactly are you saying?"

"You're pretty enough, I thing that you can stop sleeping at all."

"Awww…"

"Why don't you send me a picture of yourself?" I asked teasingly.

"I'm not that photogenic."

"I saw some pictures of you in your living room, why don't you just send me one of those?"

"Well, if you send me one then I might send you one too."

"Promise?"

"I want a funny picture though."

"And I want a sexy one." I couldn't help but smile to myself.

"I'm hanging up now…"

"When should I call you again?"

"Whenever…"

"Okay, hang up so that I could call you again now."

"Don't you have a curfew there?"

"It's eight o'clock."

"It's really late, I should go to bed myself…"

"Rory…"

"No, I mean it, it's already dark outside."

"Rory."

"And I'm really tired too…"

"Rory…" I couldn't help but smile again.

"So, have you found yourself a girl over there?" It always got there somehow…

"What?"

"I mean, you're there for a long time and you still haven't found yourself a new conquest. And to tell you the truth, I'm a bit worried."

"Awww, you care…"

"No, really, have you found anyone special yet?"

"Why are you asking, anyway?"

"Because I do care."

"No."

"No, what?"

"No, I haven't found anyone special yet."

"Are you even on the looks?"

"No."

"Why not?"

"Because I already have someone in mind."

"Who?"

"Not telling you."

"Is she from North Carolina?"

"I just told you that I haven't found anyone special around here, so I guess she has to be from back home…"

"Does she know?"

"Doesn't have a clue."

"Why not?"

"Because she doesn't want me."

"How can you be sure?"

"She has a boyfriend."

"Who is she?"

"Rory…" I said warningly.

"What?"

"We've had this conversation before, and not just once, and I've already told you that I'm not telling you who she is."

"Oh, yeah, the whole mystery conversation." She started laughing.

"That's not funny."

"I still find it hard to believe that you actually said that."

"And I'm paying for that stupid action right now…"

"It was just so lame of you to say something like that." She laughed even harder.

"You know what? You do sound tired, why don't you go to sleep?"

"But it's only eight. Besides, I'm all better and awake now."

"Eight fifteen. It's very late."

"But I'm not tired anymore."

"How's your mother?"

"Oh, she's just fine, you know her."

"And how's Lane?"

"She's fine too."

"Did I leave anyone out?"

"Well, since we're not talking about Dean I can only think if Jess but I don't think you know him. Plus, I hadn't seen him in a couple of days so I wouldn't even know how he is."

"Who's Jess?"

"Luke's nephew."

"And that's all you know about him?"

"Well, I know that he reads a lot. And to tell you the truth it's sort of nice to finally have someone around that I can talk to about books and stuff." She was quiet for a moment, "He's one of those troublemakers and Stars Hollow is not very fond of him, and that's an understatement, but we get along pretty well. My mom and Luke thinks that I have good affect on him but I'm not so sure about it, I don't really know him yet. But as far as that goes I think it's nice to have him around."

"What affect do you have on him exactly?" I couldn't help it.

"I'm not really sure, my mom says that I calm him down on some levels."

"And you two are just friends?"

"I don't get to see him that much…"

"What does he look like?"

"I don't know, he has brown hair and he's sort of cute…"

"What do you mean by saying 'cute'?"

"Well, I mean that he's cute." She said it as if it were obvious.

"And is that a good thing?"

"That depends."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, there are two categories to the word cute, there's the he's-so-cute-that-I-want-pinch-him category and there's the he's-so-cute-that-want-to-date-him. It all depends on what way you want the girl to look at you." she explained.

"And what category did you mean when you said that he's cute?"

"And why are you asking me this?"

"Because I want to know."

"Well, I haven't made up my mind yet but I'll get back to you as soon as I will."

"Have you made up your mind about which 'cute' category I fit in?"

"I never said that you were cute…"

"Well, then what exactly am I?"

"I don't know. You're just Tristan."

"And when you have to describe me to people what do you tell them about me?"

"I don't know…"

"Well, here's your chance, why don't you give it a try right now?"

"Why is it so important to you, anyway?"

"I just want to know."

I waited for her to answer but I heard nothing in response.

"Rory, are you still there?"

"I'm thinking."

"What are you thinking about, if I may ask?"

"I'm trying to find the words to describe you."

"Should I give you some time right now?"

"No. Why don't I sleep on it for a couple of days and then I'll answer your question?"

"Okay. So, what were you doing before I called?"

"Just thinking…"

I smiled lightly at her words, "What about?"

"Nothing in particular."

"Has anyone ever told you that you think too much?"

"My mom."

"You should have listened to her."

"And Lane."

"Just proving my point."

"And Dean."

"Of course."

"Jess too," she seemed to be far away, "and Sookie, and of course that there's Luke and Jackson."

"Are you still with me?" I asked, a bit worried.

"Just-" she started.

"Thinking." I finished the sentence for her, "I know."

"I can't help it…"

"I know. But maybe you should let loose from time to time."

"What do you mean?" She sounded confused.

"That sometimes you just have to let go."

"Like at Madeline's party?" She asked quietly.

"That's different."

"Why?"

"Because you were sad." The thought of that party just killed me.

"What's so different about that?"

"Well, you weren't thinking at all. And that's not what I meant by saying that you have to let loose from time to time."

"So what you're saying is that I should go to a party?"

It was as if she refused to understand, "No."

"Then what are you saying?"

"That you should stop analyzing every little thing."

"I'm not analyzing every little thing." She protested.

"Yes you are."

"Fine, I'll try to stop."

"Trying is good…"

"Then I'll try real hard."

"I should probably hang up now. The secretary's eyeing me and it's pretty scary."

"And I have some homework left to do."

"Then I guess I'll talk to you soon."

"It was great talking to you."

I couldn't help but to smile again, "Have a good night."

"You too."

"And don't let Paris get to you."

"I won't."

"Okay then, I guess I should hang up now…"

"Yes you should."

"Goodnight again…"

"Goodnight."

"And also good morning, for tomorrow."

She chuckled, "I should go. Bye." And with that she hung up.

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"So, how is she?" Don asked.

"Who?"

"You weren't in this room for about an hour and you're smiling like crazy." John observed, smiling."

"Oh, you know, she's just fine." I answered, avoiding eye contact.

"And you're more than that…" Don said as he hopped off his bed.

"She's finally letting me in."

"And that's good." Matt smiled.

"We should really go to sleep, it's getting pretty late." I said, trying to avoid the conversation that I knew was coming.

"It's nine P.M" John commented.

"Well, I'm tired. It was a very hard day."

"You were in this room all day long…" Don said, eyeing me strangely.

"And that's the exact reason, I'm tired because I haven't done anything all day long."

"Why don't you say it out loud once and for all?" John asked.

"Say what?"

"That you're in love with that Gilmore chick." He smiled at me innocently.

"She's not a chick."

"Only proving my point…"

"I'm not in love with her," I said, trying to explain, "I just have these-"

"Feelings." Don finished the sentence for me with a knowing smile, "Why can't you just admit it? You have feelings for her."

"I'm so tired." I said, staring at the floor, "I think I'm gonna go take a shower…"

"I know this tactic," I turned to look at John, he was smiling, "It's not gonna change anything if you avoid talking about your feelings."

"You should have taken psychology…" Matt said, smirking at John.

"Don's the girl here, not me." John said defensively.

"Why don't we sit in a circle and talk about our feelings?" Don asked, smiling widely at the opportunity to make fun of John.

"Can we hold hands?" I asked, smiling myself as I saw John's face.

"And I'll go get us some tissues in case it gets too hard to bare…" Matt added.

"But bring the soft kind so that my nose won't get all red." Don smiled again.

"Yes, the kind with moisturizer in it…" I started laughing as I saw John glaring at me.

"Hey, I thought that we were busy making fun of Tristan." John said defensively.

"Well, your comment was funnier." Matt smiled.

"And it's not that fun to argue with someone who's in denial." Don said.

"I'm not in denial." I said, turning to look at Don, who was smirking at the moment.

"Denial…"

"Fine, think what you want to. I don't give a damn."

"Why can't you just admit it?"

"Why can't you just understand that I'm not in love with her?"

"See?" Don turned to look at John, "What did I say? It's not interesting."

"She's just different, that's all." I said quietly.

"Different how?" John asked.

"She's special, okay?"

"Special how?" he wouldn't give up.

"Are we a bunch of girls or what?" I asked, avoiding the topic.

"Fine, you're off the hook for now…" Don sat on his bed.

I sighed in relief.

"But you can't run forever." Matt said.

"I really should hit the showers."

"When are you going to talk to her again?" John asked.

"Tomorrow, I think."

"Have you talked to Josh lately?"

"Yesterday."

"And…"

"Same as always, I have no idea when I'll be back home, he's busy with school and everything and I'm missing out on all the fun…"

"I'm hurt." Don said mockingly.

"What?" I didn't understand.

"You don't love us anymore…"

I smiled at his words and joined in, "No, it's not like that…"

"I thought that we had something special going on." John started fake crying.

"I'm so sorry, I thought that you've seen it too."

"See what? Everything was going great."

"It's not working for me anymore…"

"But we can't live without you!"

"You'll find someone else, someday." I smiled to myself.

"It's not us, it's you. We know…"

"Can we stay friends?"

"We know that you're just saying it so that we'd feel better."

"I'm sorry."

"Is it someone else?"

"No."

They all started fake crying.

I started laughing.

"I guess you've done this sort of thing before." Matt said, smiling.

"Let's just say that I get bored easily."

"And your mind's also set on someone else…" Don added.

"Well, that too."

"And not just that, you've also realized that being with other girls didn't make her feel jealous. And finally, you've seen that changing a girlfriend every other week only made her think the worst about you."

"Actually, it's every week."

"Even worse."

"What can I say? She's not into using people…"

"And she's caught you for every single lie." John said.

"She's one of those people that can see right through your shields…"

"And yet, she hadn't realized that you have feelings for her." Matt smiled.

"Yes, well, when it comes to something that has to do with her she's blind as a bat. And I think that it's just another thing that makes her so special."

"Oh, I know that type of girls, she must be so amazing." Matt smiled to himself.

"Amazingly blind." John said, "How can she not see that you want her? It's obvious."

"That's a good thing." Don said.

"No it's not." I said aloud, "I have no idea why, but Paris hates Rory because she can't see it. Paris sees the sexual tension between Rory and I and she hates the fact that Rory has no idea and that she 'stole' me away from her. Plus, the last thing I need is that Rory would blame me for that."

"Well, I don't think that it'll ever happen…"

"It would probably only make her laugh. At least I think so."

"Oh yeah, hating someone because someone else likes them is a funny thing." Don said.

"I'm gonna go take that shower now."

"See you in a bit." John said.

"Not if a see you first…"

"Now that just makes me sick…"

"I know." I smiled viciously.

He threw a towel at me, "Go shower, lover boy."

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When I walked back into the room about twenty minutes later the room was silent and dark, the three of them were already sound asleep.

I opened a drawer quietly, the one that was mine, being careful so that I won't wake anyone up and took out a book. I guess that you know which book, the book that Josh sent me not so long ago, 'The golden moments of Chilton'. Who would have guessed that a book full of pictures of people I couldn't stand would become so meaningful to me? And only because it had a couple of pictures in it… I flipped through its pages until I saw the first picture, the picture of us, sitting on the bench. I couldn't help but smile to myself again, I found myself doing so a lot lately. She looked amazing; there was no other way to describe what she looked like. And at that moment all I wanted was to turn back time, to be back in Hartford, to make everything that I've done go away. I missed her so much at that moment that I had to fight the urge to pick up the phone and call her. Sometimes I wished that I hadn't pulled that stupid prank the night of the play but there was nothing I could do at the time. I don't know why I did it; I just know that it made me forget. I know that you have to take responsibility for what you do, at least that's what my father keeps saying, but I think that by taking me away from everything and everyone I've already redeemed myself in some way. I know that my father think that it's for the best but I know what's best for me and I can tell you for sure that being here is not the best thing for me.

I let myself fall onto the bed; I looked at the picture for a little while longer, just letting my thoughts wonder around. I don't know when but that's how I fell asleep.

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"Hey," Someone shook me out of sleep, "It's time to wake up, Sleeping Beauty."

"I don't have any classes until ten…" I said in a muffled voice.

"We're in the same class, you idiot." I heard Don's voice.

"I'm tired, I want to sleep."

"Do you really want to get into trouble again?"

"Maybe they'll suspend me…"

"And maybe they'll call your father…"

"I hate this place." I said as I threw the blanket off of me.

"Why would you hate this place?" I heard sarcasm dripping from John's voice.

"What do we even have first period?"

"Math. Come on, get dressed."

"What time is it?"

"Seven forty, you have fifteen minutes."

"And what happens if I'm late again?"

"You get to stay in school until it's dinner time."

"That's just great!"

"All you have to do is to sit there, nothing more." Matt said as he threw my clothes at me.

"Fine." I put on my shirt, "But I'm not happy about it."

"No one said you had to be…" Don looked at me.

I finished getting ready, "Any mail?"

"No. Matt got a letter from mommy, though…" John said with a smile.

"Hey, she wants me back home…" Matt said in frustration.

"That's more than I can say about my mother." I said, bitterly.

"Yeah, me too." John took a seat next to me.

"We should really go right now if we don't want to be late." Don said.

"Yeah, we should." I said as I got up.

"Another day of fun…" John said as he got up himself.

"I wonder what's for lunch." Don smiled.

We left the room laughing.

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"How are we feeling today?" The guidance counselor asked me, smiling.

"What do you care?"

"Tristan," she looked shocked, "What's wrong?"

"I don't need any guidance right now."

"Your mother called."

"How wonderful." I turned the other way and started walking, "Have a nice day."

"Are you going to call her back?" She asked loudly from behind me.

I turned to look at her, "I don't think so." With that I turned around again and hurried away from her, not wanting to answer any more of her questions.

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"How was your day?" She asked quietly.

"The same as yesterday and any other day."

"Am I bothering you? 'Cause I can all you later and-"

"It was just a bad day. I don't want to talk about it." I cut her off, "How was your day?"

"I guess saying the word Chilton would explain exactly how my day was."

"Got it." I said, smiling.

"I guess that you still have no idea when's the next time you're coming home, right?"

"Yup."

"Are you okay?"

"What do you mean?"

"It just sounds like you really don't want to talk to me, that's all."

"I'm just tired."

"Do you even miss home?"

"I miss Hartford, not home."

"I can't even imagine what it's like to have parents like yours."

"And that's a good thing."

"Yeah, I know."

"My mother called today." I stated simply.

"And…"

"It was while I was in class."

"Did you call her back?"

"No."

"Why not?"

"Why yes?"

"She's your mother, Tristan."

"That only means that she gave birth to me."

"No it doesn't. It means that she loves you."

"You're very naïve, Rory."

"Unconditionally." She insisted.

"And for that same reason she let my father send me here…"

"You know that it's not that. You got into trouble and I think that she had trouble dealing with it so she let your father take care of it."

"By sending me away, that's smart." I interrupted her words.

"She let him send you to North Carolina only because she thought it was the best thing for you. I don't think she wanted to send you away, she just wanted to help you and she thought that this would be the best way to do so."

"I don't think so, she just didn't care enough to deal with me or try to help me."

"Then tell her how you feel."

"That's not how it goes, Rory…"

"Then tell me, how does it go?"

"Well, for starters, I'm gonna stay here until, at least, the next party."

"Just ask your father to let you come back home…"

"We both know that it's not gonna happen."

"Then I'll talk to him."

"And then he'll suddenly change his mind and let me come back." I said, sarcastically, "You're delusional, Rory."

"Fine. I get the point. You're not coming home anytime soon."

"But I miss you too."

"Yeah…"

"And the next time I'll be back I'm going to take you on another field trip."

"One was more than enough."

"Oh, come on, just admit it. You loved it."

"But I don't want to do it again."

"We'll see…"

"And what if something's wrong with me and I need you here?"

"I'm gonna drop everything out of my hands and come rushing back, with the first flight I'll find."

"Funny…"

"Fine. Don't believe me."

"Is your school gonna let out soon?"

"No."

"Oh…" She sounded disappointed.

"Don't be sad. If you want to see me that badly you can always look in 'The golden moments of Chilton'. I look hot there…" I smiled to myself, knowing what was coming in response.

"Watch it, Dugrey." She warned.

I smiled even brighter, "Why, what are you going to do to me?"

"Wait, why do you even have that book?"

"Why do you assume that I have it? I could have seen someone else's book."

"Well, do you have it?"

"Yes." I just loved playing these games with her.

"So I ask again, why do you even have that book?"

"I was a student at Chilton, you know…"

"But we only got it this year."

"That's what friends are for."

"Josh?" she asked knowingly.

"Josh."

"Have you talked to him lately?"

"Yeah, everything's the same."

"And that's a bad thing?"

"What do you mean?"

"You said it like it was a bad thing."

"Well, I'm stuck here and you're having fun there…"

"Trust me when I say that they miss you."

"Yeah, right."

"The school's not the same without you."

"How so?"

"No one's blocking the way to my locker anymore."

"And other than that?"

"I hardly get to see Paris drooling anymore."

"Oh well, at least that."

"And there are only few couples."

"I thought that it was a good thing." I felt confused.

"I never said that being a player is a bad thing."

"Please put Rory back on the phone…"

"All I ever said was that it didn't seem to make you happy."

"And you were partially right."

"Partially?"

"Well, it kept me busy."

"Wow, you got me there, that's happiness."

"At least I didn't get bored."

"Yeah you did, and that's why you moved from one girl to the other so often."

"Well, the one I wanted wasn't interested."

"Remind me, who is she again?"

"Not telling you!"

"Oh, come on, I have to know who could have rejected the mighty Tristan Dugrey…"

"It's none of your business."

"But I'm your friend…"

"Well, that's nice."

"Why won't you tell me?"

"It's none of your business." I repeated.

"Do I know her?"

"Rory…" I warned.

"Tristan… please." She begged.

"My love life is off limits."

"Then why are you asking me about Dean all the time?"

"Because it's not my love life, it's yours."

"Fine, if you're not telling then neither am I…"

"How are things with bag boy, anyway?"

"Not telling."

"Fine, you know her, but that's the only thing I'm telling you."

"We haven't talked in about a week, he's busy working."

"Now, was that so hard?"

"Yes."

"How sweet…"

"You're the one who wouldn't talk about this girl."

"Only because I'm not a girl, I don't share my feelings."

"Why, because you're a guy?" She said in contempt.

"Guys don't cry."

"How macho-like…"

"Would you ever date a guy that you saw crying?"

"I don't know; it shows sensitivity."

"I don't care what you say. Even if girls all around say that they want the sensitive type it's not what they're looking for…"

"Don't forget that I'm not like most girls."

"True."

"So cry…"

"How did we even get to the whole crying thing?"

"You said that you're not a girl and I think that it's okay for guys to cry too."

"Then go to bag boy, maybe he'll cry."

"Hey, Stop calling him that! He has a name."

"Farmer John?"

"Dean. And stop teasing."

"But bag boy suits him so well…"

"Hey, I'm dating him."

"Only because you pity him…"

"Still not changing the fact that he's my boyfriend."

"And the fact that you love him."

"Right."

"But I don't think you love him…"

"I love him in the whole I-don't-want-to-hurt-him kind of way."

"Good."

"What do you mean by that?"

"He doesn't deserve you."

"You're right, he deserves more."

"Not what I meant."

"Off of the Dean subject please."

"Only because you said please."

"So, who is she?"

"How's Dean?"

"You can't blame a girl for trying…"

"And you can't blame a guy for avoiding."

"Ha ha, I'm laughing…"

"Me too…"

"Someday I'll get it out of you."

"Just try…"

"I will."

"I think that I should let you go now."

"You don't have to."

"But you sound tired."

"That's because I am tired."

"Didn't get much sleep last night?"

"Finals are coming, I don't have time to sleep."

"Then I guess that I'm just wasting your time…"

"Valuable sleeping time…" She agreed, yawning.

"Yes, it's definitely bye-bye time."

She yawned again, "I'll talk to you tomorrow?"

"Yeah, unless you're busy."

"Talk to your dad."

"Oh, I see that you're already asleep, and dreaming…"

"Nighty night."

"Sweet dreams."

She hung up.

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