Disclaimer: I don't see pigs flying, so no I don't own Gilmore Girls.
Author's Note: Hey, yes, another annoying note. Actually, this one is a question, but anyways do you think I should end this story soon, or just keep going with it? It doesn't really matter to me, I know what I'm going to do with the story, but if people are sick of it already, I can end it soon. Ooooh, before I forget, mucho grande thanks to all those utterly nice people that reviewed. I owe y'all big. That sentence didn't even make sense, so just skip over that one. And now I'm babbling, so without much ado about nothing, here's the story.
"So, you're going to stay here for a while?"
"Yeah, but only until you get back. Then we'll go to Stars Hollow and OD on junk food and caffeine."
"Isn't that what you always do?"
Rory hit her roommate on the back of the head. "Shh, that's not public knowledge."
Tristan went along with the craziness. Leaning down to talk to Rory, he whispered. "Alright, whatever you say Gilmore. I'll try to be back soon." Once Tristan had finished, he planted a kiss on Rory's cheek, making her blush.
"Go already."
Outside in the sun, Tristan had let out a sigh. He and Rory were so perfect. Now all he had to do was get the guts to let her know that. All this closeness was driving him up a wall. Now that he had left the warmth of the Inn, he must drive into the freezing cold that he called his parents house.
"Hello Mother." Tristan greeted the blonde haired woman. He gave the obligatory smile and hug.
"Your father is in the den, making arrangements." She curtly replied. When she had turned around to walk away, Tristan decided to make silly faces.
'Yep, Rory sure is growing on me.' Tristan felt a broad, goofy smile being plastered to his face. As he walked into the seventh room on his left, Tristan felt the smile droop a bit. There were pictures of his grandmother all over. His heart tugged a little when his eyes landed on a specific one.
It was the picture of Tristan's first day of school. He was decked out in jean shorts and a light blue polo shirt. He grandma looked so alive when Tristan was around, she was just radiating with happiness that her grandson was actually a nice kid. He wasn't like his father or mother at all. The younger version of Tristan had some chocolate cake crumbs on the corners of his mouth. For the first time in his life, Tristan was able to eat his grandma's cake before he went to school. "It'll being good luck," his grandmother had smiled and winked.
"Hello young man." His father smiled slightly. It was a foreign thing for him, but he was trying. His mother had told him that Tristan was special. That he was different than all the DuGreys. But up until now, he had expected Tristan to drop everything at once for the family. When he decided to go into journalism instead of business, that is when the older DuGrey realized his mother had been right.
"Father."
"How are you holding up?"
"Good." Tristan could feel some tears, but he refused to let the floodgates open. He swore his grandma would be mad at him if he wasted tears that were useless, and he would never cry in front of his father. It showed a sign of weakness to him. "You?"
"Good. How is school?"
Just as Tristan was going to respond, the phone rang, cutting off the conversation. His father threw him an apologetic look and picked it up. Nodding, and waving goodbye, Tristan walked out of the house and into the sunlight. When the light hit him, then he realized that his house was dark, and unwelcoming.
Pulling up to the Gilmore abode twenty minutes later, Tristan yet again compared his house to theirs. Sure, one of the shutters upstairs was crooked, and the door was wide open, but you could feel the warmth radiating from it.
"Tristan!" Rory knocked on the car window.
Tristan crashed back to Earth from cloud nine as he was imagining Rory and him sitting on the front porch talking, and having a good time later down the road when he actually had the guts to tell her how he felt. "What? Geez woman, do you wanna give me a heart attack?"
"Nope, just scare you." Rory smiled genuinely at the guy. "So, did you go see your dad?" Tristan only nodded. He out of the car and walked up the front steps with Rory. She sensed that he wasn't as he was acting. "Do you wanna sit on the porch and talk for a while?"
"So when did you become a therapist?"
"Ever since I was Lane's best friend and her mom wouldn't let her have a dog at age six."
"Good reason." Tristan nodded, slightly smiling. He was picturing a younger version of Rory standing behind a stand that said 'The Therapist is IN,' sort of what Lucy from Charlie Brown used to do.
"What?"
"What what?"
"Huh?"
"I dunno."
"Okay, I'm confused and that's something to be proud of. Especially with my mother being Lorelai Gilmore."
"Okay then."
"Ooh, now I remember. Why were you smiling like the cat that swallowed the fly?"
"It's the cat that swallowed the fish, and it's none of your business."
"No, it's the cat that swallowed the fly." Rory rolled her eyes, as if she were speaking to a young child. "Remember? My mom? She's Lorelai."
Tristan laughed, and shook his head. "I can never win, can I?"
As Rory was preparing a smart alec comeback, she caught sight of Tristan. There were bags under his eyes, and his normally mischievous blue eyes were now dark and stormy. There was a wistful gaze mixed in for good measure, as well. Slowly, trying not to scare him, she scooted closer and gave him a half hug.
Just when her arms were around his, both people felt a familiar energy go through them. They were used to it by now, but still tried to ignore it. Tristan smirked, somewhat flattered that Rory was trying to comfort him.
"So, this is what I'm paying Yale for? To teach people how to hug?" An older, sarcastic voice sounded off an eternity later. "Wow, if I had known that, I would've gotten my business degree during the Nixon administration."
Tristan laughed, feeling his old self again. And his old self was a charmer. "Lorelai, you weren't even born during the Nixon administration. You're too young to be that old."
"Rory, did I ever tell you how glad I am that you decided to get a new roommate?"
"Yes. And I quote, 'Especially if they're fine, young, male specimens. Yes, those are always good."
"Details, details." Lorelai shook her head, climbing up the steps to her home. She had observed the couple earlier and knew that something was bound to happen soon. And even sooner, she hoped, by the way Rory and Tristan were interacting with each other.
Tristan replied, "Who needs 'em?" He was going to say something else, but Rory beat him to the punch.
"I totally agree."
He smiled, "Ah, but I wasn't finished. I was going to say, 'Who needs 'em? But when they mention fine, young, male specimens, they're needed, 'cause they apply to me." Tristan pretended to shine his nails on his fitting gray sweater.
"4 . . . 3 . . . 2 . . ."
Whack! Lorelai's countdown was ended by Tristan getting a well deserved hit on the back of the head, compliments of Rory Gilmore.
Author's Note: Hey, yes, another annoying note. Actually, this one is a question, but anyways do you think I should end this story soon, or just keep going with it? It doesn't really matter to me, I know what I'm going to do with the story, but if people are sick of it already, I can end it soon. Ooooh, before I forget, mucho grande thanks to all those utterly nice people that reviewed. I owe y'all big. That sentence didn't even make sense, so just skip over that one. And now I'm babbling, so without much ado about nothing, here's the story.
"So, you're going to stay here for a while?"
"Yeah, but only until you get back. Then we'll go to Stars Hollow and OD on junk food and caffeine."
"Isn't that what you always do?"
Rory hit her roommate on the back of the head. "Shh, that's not public knowledge."
Tristan went along with the craziness. Leaning down to talk to Rory, he whispered. "Alright, whatever you say Gilmore. I'll try to be back soon." Once Tristan had finished, he planted a kiss on Rory's cheek, making her blush.
"Go already."
Outside in the sun, Tristan had let out a sigh. He and Rory were so perfect. Now all he had to do was get the guts to let her know that. All this closeness was driving him up a wall. Now that he had left the warmth of the Inn, he must drive into the freezing cold that he called his parents house.
"Hello Mother." Tristan greeted the blonde haired woman. He gave the obligatory smile and hug.
"Your father is in the den, making arrangements." She curtly replied. When she had turned around to walk away, Tristan decided to make silly faces.
'Yep, Rory sure is growing on me.' Tristan felt a broad, goofy smile being plastered to his face. As he walked into the seventh room on his left, Tristan felt the smile droop a bit. There were pictures of his grandmother all over. His heart tugged a little when his eyes landed on a specific one.
It was the picture of Tristan's first day of school. He was decked out in jean shorts and a light blue polo shirt. He grandma looked so alive when Tristan was around, she was just radiating with happiness that her grandson was actually a nice kid. He wasn't like his father or mother at all. The younger version of Tristan had some chocolate cake crumbs on the corners of his mouth. For the first time in his life, Tristan was able to eat his grandma's cake before he went to school. "It'll being good luck," his grandmother had smiled and winked.
"Hello young man." His father smiled slightly. It was a foreign thing for him, but he was trying. His mother had told him that Tristan was special. That he was different than all the DuGreys. But up until now, he had expected Tristan to drop everything at once for the family. When he decided to go into journalism instead of business, that is when the older DuGrey realized his mother had been right.
"Father."
"How are you holding up?"
"Good." Tristan could feel some tears, but he refused to let the floodgates open. He swore his grandma would be mad at him if he wasted tears that were useless, and he would never cry in front of his father. It showed a sign of weakness to him. "You?"
"Good. How is school?"
Just as Tristan was going to respond, the phone rang, cutting off the conversation. His father threw him an apologetic look and picked it up. Nodding, and waving goodbye, Tristan walked out of the house and into the sunlight. When the light hit him, then he realized that his house was dark, and unwelcoming.
Pulling up to the Gilmore abode twenty minutes later, Tristan yet again compared his house to theirs. Sure, one of the shutters upstairs was crooked, and the door was wide open, but you could feel the warmth radiating from it.
"Tristan!" Rory knocked on the car window.
Tristan crashed back to Earth from cloud nine as he was imagining Rory and him sitting on the front porch talking, and having a good time later down the road when he actually had the guts to tell her how he felt. "What? Geez woman, do you wanna give me a heart attack?"
"Nope, just scare you." Rory smiled genuinely at the guy. "So, did you go see your dad?" Tristan only nodded. He out of the car and walked up the front steps with Rory. She sensed that he wasn't as he was acting. "Do you wanna sit on the porch and talk for a while?"
"So when did you become a therapist?"
"Ever since I was Lane's best friend and her mom wouldn't let her have a dog at age six."
"Good reason." Tristan nodded, slightly smiling. He was picturing a younger version of Rory standing behind a stand that said 'The Therapist is IN,' sort of what Lucy from Charlie Brown used to do.
"What?"
"What what?"
"Huh?"
"I dunno."
"Okay, I'm confused and that's something to be proud of. Especially with my mother being Lorelai Gilmore."
"Okay then."
"Ooh, now I remember. Why were you smiling like the cat that swallowed the fly?"
"It's the cat that swallowed the fish, and it's none of your business."
"No, it's the cat that swallowed the fly." Rory rolled her eyes, as if she were speaking to a young child. "Remember? My mom? She's Lorelai."
Tristan laughed, and shook his head. "I can never win, can I?"
As Rory was preparing a smart alec comeback, she caught sight of Tristan. There were bags under his eyes, and his normally mischievous blue eyes were now dark and stormy. There was a wistful gaze mixed in for good measure, as well. Slowly, trying not to scare him, she scooted closer and gave him a half hug.
Just when her arms were around his, both people felt a familiar energy go through them. They were used to it by now, but still tried to ignore it. Tristan smirked, somewhat flattered that Rory was trying to comfort him.
"So, this is what I'm paying Yale for? To teach people how to hug?" An older, sarcastic voice sounded off an eternity later. "Wow, if I had known that, I would've gotten my business degree during the Nixon administration."
Tristan laughed, feeling his old self again. And his old self was a charmer. "Lorelai, you weren't even born during the Nixon administration. You're too young to be that old."
"Rory, did I ever tell you how glad I am that you decided to get a new roommate?"
"Yes. And I quote, 'Especially if they're fine, young, male specimens. Yes, those are always good."
"Details, details." Lorelai shook her head, climbing up the steps to her home. She had observed the couple earlier and knew that something was bound to happen soon. And even sooner, she hoped, by the way Rory and Tristan were interacting with each other.
Tristan replied, "Who needs 'em?" He was going to say something else, but Rory beat him to the punch.
"I totally agree."
He smiled, "Ah, but I wasn't finished. I was going to say, 'Who needs 'em? But when they mention fine, young, male specimens, they're needed, 'cause they apply to me." Tristan pretended to shine his nails on his fitting gray sweater.
"4 . . . 3 . . . 2 . . ."
Whack! Lorelai's countdown was ended by Tristan getting a well deserved hit on the back of the head, compliments of Rory Gilmore.
