Disclaimer: I really don't own Gilmore Girls. I wish, but I don't.

A/N: Dang, talk about making a girls day! Thanks for all those reviews. Yes, it will be a Trory. Except I just have to figure out how to do that. Haha, if you have any suggestions, feel free to let me know in a review or e-mail me at luckycharms0518@yahoo.com. Thanks again.

Rory woke up to silence. Usually Kristina was bouncing off the walls for her to get up and get going. But today it was different. Almost eerie. 'I wonder where she went,' Rory got up and went out into the kitchen. The only thing there was a bright white piece of paper sticking out like a Santa Claus on Spring Break.

Hey one of my favorite Gilmores,

I'm out with Tristan for breakfast. He came over this morning to see if you were up or needed him to start helping you pack while you went out. But you were sleeping so soundly that the Pearl Harbor attack could happen all over again right next to you, and all you would do is roll over. Anyways, I'm gone. And after this, I have to go meet with the Dean to talk about transfer crap. So, I'll see you tonight. Unless a certain Rory gets lucky with a hot guy you met at a rave. Naw, I don't think so. Anyways, bye Ror. Oh, call your mom cause she called after you went to bed last night. Okay, this isn't a note, it's just a long letter now. Peace.

"Why is she out with Tristan?" Rory pondered. Looking at the clock, she noticed it was eight thirty. "Better get ready."

While Rory was getting ready, she thought back to the previous day. Was Tristan jealous? He had no reason to be. But it was just bugging her that he was. 'Hmm, well, we'll see what I can do about that,' Rory thought as she started to pick out an outfit.

At the same time, Kristina and Tristan were sitting comfortably in a corner at the café. "Ohhh, there he is." Kristina whispered quickly, noticing Matt walk in. He was wearing khaki pants, a white sweater and a black leather jacket. "He looks like he's going out on a date or something."

"He what?!" Tristan nearly yelled. He saw the dark haired boy sit down with his back towards him. "Hey, is that a rose?"

"Sure is honey, and he looks like he's about to move in on your territory." The waitress said in her Southern accent. Noticing the sad look on Tristan's face, she went on. "It's okay honey, she'll only realize that he doesn't quite add up to you."

Thirty minutes later, at nine fifteen sharp, Rory walked into the café. She was wearing comfortable faded jeans and a navy blue button up shirt rolled at the sleeves, giving her a casual look. Looking towards the back, she spotted Matt. And he looked like he was going on a date.

"Hey Gilmore, you look quite nice this morning." Matt rose as she approached him. He smiled, "What? Cat got your tongue?" He asked as she looked at what he was wearing. On the table was a rose, and no project in sight.

She only nodded and sat down. After a few moments of polite conversation, the waitress from the day before came over. "Hey honey, where's your boy?" She drawled, smiling.

"He-He's not my boy." Rory quipped, feeling uneasy. "I'll have coffee and a Danish."

"And for you?" The waitress seemed uninterested in Matt. She kept thinking, 'Boy, are those two blue eyed people stubborn. Yankees, psh.'

"Orange juice and a vegetarian omelet with no peppers."

'OJ and a death by veggies omelet?!' Rory screamed in her mind. 'Oh well, no one is perfect. Except maybe . . .'

Rory's mind wars were interrupted by Matt's voice. "So, what are you doing after this?" Matt took Rory's hand, and looked up. She chose to ignore it and answered anyways. Then she saw the waitress deliver food to a pair in front of the window. The pair included a tall young man with blonde hair that sticking out on odd ends, and a girl with brown reddish hair. They looked exactly like . . .

"Hey, isn't that Tristan and Kristina?" Matt asked, following Rory's line of vision. Seeing Rory's face, he knew his suspicions were confirmed. "So, are they a couple, or something?"

"What? No!" Rory answered, trying to keep the harshness out of her voice. "So, who's the rose for?" She changed the subject rather quickly.

Matt looked down at the table, and somewhat blushed. "Oh, well, it's for you. If you'll take it, I mean." He picked it up and handed it to Rory. And then looked into her eyes and said, "I know you're focusing on your grades and all, but would you go out to dinner with me tomorrow night?"

'He sure knows how to flatter a girl' Rory thought as she found herself smiling, and nodding. "I'd love to." Then seeing Tristan and Kristina get up and leave, she excused herself.

"Fancy meeting you here, Mary." Tristan smiled genuinely when Rory walked up to them at the counter. "How's your breakfast? Good, I hope. That veggie omelet tastes like crap, though." He leaned towards Rory's ear, making her shiver. "But shh, don't tell your waitress I said that though. She seems to think an awful lot of you. Just like someone else here." With that, he left, leaving Rory speechless for words.

She was still speechless around ten when both Tristan and Kristy were helping her pack up her things. Growing up around Stars Hollow made her leave things behind so they could be well cared for and not broken in the city. So, it didn't take long to pack.

"Okay, well, you're all set. It's a good thing you're not a pack rat like my little sister was." Tristan laughed, his eyes sparkling when he mentioned his sister. "Okay, my truck is packed full, Kristy's is as well, and your Jeep too, right?"

Rory nodded. Her mom had given her the Jeep so she could travel back and forth to Stars Hollow and New Haven on the weekends. Rory could have lived at home, but it was mandatory for freshman to live in dorms. And ever since, Kristina has been Rory's roommate.

Two hours later, Rory had unpacked most of her belongings with the help of Kristy and Tristan. Jake had moved out the day before, and Kristina was due to move out in two days. "So, how do you like our apartment?" Tristan asked, sitting down, watching Rory finalize placements of her pictures in her room. "Funny, when I was at Chilton and someone told me I would be roommates at Rory, I would have laughed and said, 'Just Roommates?'"

Rory looked up. "And now?" Her heart practically stopped as Tristan was thinking.

"I don't know. You seem pretty happy with Matt." He shrugged. "But I'll beat him in seeing you in your pj's." He raised his eyebrows and winked. "You know I'm just kidding."

Just then a faint voice could be heard. "Roooooooory? Come my child, we must talk!"

It was about time for Tristan to meet Lorelei.