Disclaimer: Same as before. I don't really own these people. Except maybe that waitress from the last chapter, but anyways.

A/N: I know some of this stuff has been used before, but I wasn't really creative. Gotta excuse me for that one. Being sick really isn't fun. But it does wonders for my typing skills. The song is "Blue (Da Ba Dee)" by Eiffel 65. Song things about timing may not click with the Dean breakup and the song debut. Sorry bout that one. Okay, this is kinda super long, but I just wanna give a mucho gracias to the reviewers. And by the way flossie, what kinda story would this be if it wasn't a Trory? Well, it would be a story, but it would be even better. Okay, I'm just gonna pull out the duct tape for my mouth now.

Rory and Tristan approached the door to the apartment that in a week would be Rory's old residence. "So, I'll see you tomorrow at ten?"

"Ten? I thought you wanted an early start?" Tristan questioned, used to getting up early. "I'm usually up for four hours by ten am."

Rory was shocked. "Oh no, another Luke. Next thing you know, you'll be denying me coffee. Not good." Rory opened her door and headed straight to the phone, which was ringing. "Hello?"

"Hey college daughter of mine."

"Hey Mom, what's up?" "

"The airplane in the sky. Kirk got a new kite for his birthday from his mom. How did the apartment thing go? Good news? Or is my offspring going to be living the life of a mooch who goes to friends' apartments to crash?"

"Yeah, the apartment thing went good,"

"My, you're so talkative tonight. Have you had enough caffeine today?"

"Yeah, I just got back from this nice little café."

"Well, still, if you didn't, get some as long as you come back in one minute or less. So what's the guy look like?

"What does he look like? Well, he's kinda ugly if you ask me, and he's got this annoying haircut,"

"Okay, well, you could always follow Kristina to Harvard so you're guaranteed a roommate."

"But he's rich, so it's all good,"

"Maybe he could use some of that money to buy your dear old mother a new coffee maker. Preston passed away yesterday at four pm."

"Preston died? Aww, he was the most loyal of them all. Maybe I can get the ugly one to buy you one. But, yes, I already have him trained- Hold on a second." Rory was cut off by Tristan.

"I am not ugly! I resent that." Tristan tried to grab the phone, but Rory held it close to her body, turning her back on him. "And what's this about training?" He wrapped his arms around Rory's waist trying to get the phone for some reason.

Then both parties realized their positions and all movement ceased. Faintly in the background one could hear Lorelei trying to get a hold of her daughter by singing along with the radio back in Stars Hollow. "Roooooooooooory, where are you my child? Did you have problems with William again? Stupid phones. I told you to buy a new one!" Lorelei had no idea that her daughter was mere inches away from kissing Tristan-Her supposedly ugly roommate. But one hundred percent of the Yale female population would declare that blasphemy.

Tristan took the phone from Rory and hung up. Looking into the blue eyes whose every feature he had memorized, he leaned closer, bridging the gap between them. Through his half open eyes, Tristan could see Rory doing the same action. For a tantalizing millisecond, their lips met. Both were surprised at how right it felt, but before they had a chance to elaborate, there was an interruption.

"Yo, listen up, Here's the story about a little guy that lives in a blue world, and all day and all night and everything he see's is just blue like him inside and outside," Suddenly blared from Kristina's stereo in the living room. The couple jumped a foot in the air and apart.

"No wonder you're looking for a new roommate. I would be too, if Jake listened to this junk." Tristan laughed, his heart still beating hard from being so close to the epitome of the girls of his dreams.

"Hey, don't diss these guys. Their song had maximum mocking quality." Rory thought back to when the song first came out, three years ago. Her and her mom used to spend hours mocking the song along with making up stupid dances. Her mom had partially done it to help Rory get over Dean.

Tristan sat down on the old chair and turned off the cd player. "If you ever put that song on for an alarm in the morning, I will kill you. No excuses, got it?" He looked her in the eye, trying to keep a straight face. He could picture Rory and her mom running around their house with two year olds listening to the song.

Just as Rory was about to retaliate, Kristina waltzed through the door. "Ror, you didn't tell me that Matt was this hot." Kristina thought Tristan was Matt, Rory's partner for her biography project for Journalism. "Hey Matt, I'm Kristina. Call my Kristy." She full on checked out Tristan. "Uh, it's nice to meet you, but I'm not Matt." Tristan stood up to his full six feet and plastered a charming smile onto his face. "I'm Tristan."

"I would be Matt." A voice from the doorway sounded. A short, brown haired guy walked towards Rory with a smile on his face. It was plain and clear to both Tristan and Kristina that he had a crush on Rory. "Hey Gilmore, weren't we supposed to meet at seven at the library?"

Rory looked as if the obvious had dawned on her. "Oh my gosh Matt, I'm sorry. I was out with my friend and I completely forgot."

Matt sized Tristan up and snickered. "You're just friends?"

Rory looked at Tris and shrugged. "Yeah, why?" She looked at Matt.

"Oh, I dunno. If he wasn't, then I couldn't ask you out for breakfast tomorrow." He looked up. "So, what do you say? Ten o'clock good for you?"

"She gets up late." Tristan offered, taking the opportunity to try and get this guy to leave. "Really late." He stressed the word really.

Rory was dumbfounded as to how Tristan was acting. He never acted this way, even when he was at Chilton. Almost as if he was jealous, or something. 'Well, two can play this game,' Rory thought. "Sure I'll go with you. But can we make it at nine, because I have something to do at ten."

"Whatever you say, Gilmore. We can work on our project, too." Matt winked, and when Rory wasn't looking shot a mean look at the tall blonde staying close to Rory. "Hey, I know this great little café near Heritage Hall that we can work at, too."

Rory was now flushed. That was where she and Tristan had gone earlier. 'So what? It's not like I'm with him, or anything.' Rory thought about her doubts in going to the café. "Okay. I'll walk you down." The duo left a speechless Tristan and shocked Kristina.

A minute later, Kristina nudged Tristan out of his stupor. "Wanna go out for breakfast tomorrow?"

"Sure, say around eight forty-five at this nice little place near my apartment? I hear it has great coffee."

"Coffee! Yay!"

"Oh no, not another one." Tristan let his head fall into his hands, mockingly groaning.