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Author's Note: Sorry it took so long to update. And biggest thank you ever to the reviewers, cause you all seriously rock! And for the sake of the story, Tristan did lose his ring, and Paris got into Harvard, okay? Okay.
"If you had, one shot, one opportunity, to seize everything you ever wanted, one moment, would you capture it, or just let it slip?" Tristan spoke along with the song, "Lose Yourself" in his car the next morning.
"Well well, if it isn't Mr. Mathers himself." A voice sounded from the porch.
"Call me Marshall, ma'am." Tristan responded to Lorelai. "How are you this fine morning?"
Lorelai gave Tristan a weird look, as if saying 'Are you crazy?! It's only eight fifteen in the morning!' "Good, if it weren't eight fifteen in the morning."
Tristan smiled, pulling a bag of donuts from behind his back. "Could I persuade you by any chance?" Lorelai continued to stare at the guy. Sighing dramatically, he grinned. "I guess I'll have to resort to the . . ."
"COFFEE!"
Both Tristan and Lorelai were surprised to hear Rory's voice so early in the morning. Tristan nearly dropped the carry out tray of coffee, and Lorelai looked as if she had seen her mom dancing to Britney Spears. "You're up," they both exclaimed at the same time.
"Yeah, cause I thought I heard Eminem playing," Rory smiled, sitting down to bite into a glazed donut. "Then I remembered that you don't like it and Tristan does, so that only meant that . . ."
"Tristan was here." Lorelai was practically jumping for joy that Rory was somewhat admitting that she got up before the sun rose because Tristan was there.
"Well, now that I'm up I might as well go to work." Lorelai excused herself to get ready for work, and a fun filled day with Michel. "Stupid Frenchman," She mumbled to herself, walking upstairs.
Tristan sat down opposite of Rory, taking a bite of a donut. "So, what are you doing today?"
"You."
He nearly choked on his breakfast. "Excuse me?"
Rolling her eyes, Rory said, "I meant, what are you doing today?"
"Sure you did."
"Oh yes, I did." She teased, joking. "I just wanted to profess my undying love for you." What she said wasn't far from the truth, but joking about it would help her realize that she actually wanted to.
Tristan stopped. His world stopped, when Rory said those words. Joking or not, they had an effect on him. He had liked this girl since she was a sophomore in high school. And here they were in college. He was about to break down.
"Are you okay?" Rory laid a hand on his arm. He looked pale, with a weird look in his eyes. She hadn't ever seen it before. "Hey, look at me." She took a hand to his face to guide his gaze.
Tristan visibly stiffened. "Umm, why don't you get dressed and we can go out. Anywhere, I don't care." He forced a smile.
The second Rory left to get ready; he went to the front porch. "Okay DuGrey. You can do this." Tristan sighed, knowing that one wrong move would lose this battle forever.
"Tristan." A voice said, quietly. "Look, she likes you. Trust me on that. Just," the older Gilmore sighed. "Just don't mess it up."
Tristan laughed, nervously. "I'm trying not to."
"Okay, if you can't verbally tell her then do it in a song."
The young blond man walked into the Gilmore household and was greeted by the scent of Rory. He would do the song thing. Not now because he wanted a nice day with her before he bombarded her with how he felt.
"So, are you ready to go?" Rory pulled him out of his daze, which he was falling more and more into around Rory.
Shaking his head, he smiled. "You're really trying to give me a heart attack, aren't you?"
"You caught me."
Four hours later the two students were strolling around Hartford. They were about to pass a jewelry shop when Rory spotted it. The ring that she had been looking for for three or four years was sitting proudly in the display case. "That's it!" She yelled, excitedly. Sure, she had forgotten about it for a couple years, but now that Tristan was back in her life she had started looking again.
"That's what?"
"That's what I've been looking for."
"Okay, I'm still not following you."
"The night of the Romeo and Juliet play, I was going to buy a ring. It was plain, silver. Sort of like the one you lost." She said, pointing to a bare middle finger, belonging to Tristan.
"You were going to do that?" Tristan looked down, embarrassed. "I didn't know that anyone noticed. Or cared, even."
Rory leaned in to hug him. "Don't worry, I did. And I still do. Sorry, but that ring was your trademark. Along with, well, other things."
Tristan led the way into store. "What other things? My devastatingly handsome features? The ease in which I can always make you blush?"
Rory rolled her eyes, just as her cell phone started to play "Roll Out" by Ludacris. "My mom definitely changed the tone."
"I kind of figured."
"Hello?" Rory answered her phone.
"Oh my gosh, save me Ror! I swear, I'll do anything." Kristina's voice pleaded over the earpiece. "I'll do laundry forever, and umm, I'll, I'll,"
"Calm down killer."
"You wouldn't be calm if your roommate was psycho studier. She studies more than you ever did."
Rory grinned at Tristan. Her smile nearly made him lean against the wall for support. "Who is your rommie?"
"Can you believe her parents named her after France?! Her name is Paris."
"Oh my gosh, her last name isn't Gellar, is it?" Tristan was fully alert now. His eyes bulged and he busted out laughing.
"Yes, how did you know?"
"Oh man Kristy, I feel really sorry for you. I went to high school with her. And no one will ever work and study harder than her."
"Not even me when I'm checking out really hot guys at a club?"
"No one."
"Oh great. She's back. I better get out of here before I get ordered to change outfits. See ya."
"So, that was Kristina?" Tristan asked
Rory nodded. "Wow Einstein, Yale is really working for you, isn't it?"
They were standing by the rings now. "Excuse me, would be looking for engagement rings? They're over there." The head jeweler spotted the couple and smiled.
Tristan shook his head, somewhat blushing. "We're actually interested in the silver ring you have in the window."
Just as soon as Tristan purchased his ring, on a whim he bought a thinner version for Rory. "You seemed to like it on me, so I guess it'll look good on you."
"Thank you." Rory got on her tiptoes to give Tristan a quick peck on the cheek, but she miscalculated and kissed him. On the lips.
Author's Note: Sorry it took so long to update. And biggest thank you ever to the reviewers, cause you all seriously rock! And for the sake of the story, Tristan did lose his ring, and Paris got into Harvard, okay? Okay.
"If you had, one shot, one opportunity, to seize everything you ever wanted, one moment, would you capture it, or just let it slip?" Tristan spoke along with the song, "Lose Yourself" in his car the next morning.
"Well well, if it isn't Mr. Mathers himself." A voice sounded from the porch.
"Call me Marshall, ma'am." Tristan responded to Lorelai. "How are you this fine morning?"
Lorelai gave Tristan a weird look, as if saying 'Are you crazy?! It's only eight fifteen in the morning!' "Good, if it weren't eight fifteen in the morning."
Tristan smiled, pulling a bag of donuts from behind his back. "Could I persuade you by any chance?" Lorelai continued to stare at the guy. Sighing dramatically, he grinned. "I guess I'll have to resort to the . . ."
"COFFEE!"
Both Tristan and Lorelai were surprised to hear Rory's voice so early in the morning. Tristan nearly dropped the carry out tray of coffee, and Lorelai looked as if she had seen her mom dancing to Britney Spears. "You're up," they both exclaimed at the same time.
"Yeah, cause I thought I heard Eminem playing," Rory smiled, sitting down to bite into a glazed donut. "Then I remembered that you don't like it and Tristan does, so that only meant that . . ."
"Tristan was here." Lorelai was practically jumping for joy that Rory was somewhat admitting that she got up before the sun rose because Tristan was there.
"Well, now that I'm up I might as well go to work." Lorelai excused herself to get ready for work, and a fun filled day with Michel. "Stupid Frenchman," She mumbled to herself, walking upstairs.
Tristan sat down opposite of Rory, taking a bite of a donut. "So, what are you doing today?"
"You."
He nearly choked on his breakfast. "Excuse me?"
Rolling her eyes, Rory said, "I meant, what are you doing today?"
"Sure you did."
"Oh yes, I did." She teased, joking. "I just wanted to profess my undying love for you." What she said wasn't far from the truth, but joking about it would help her realize that she actually wanted to.
Tristan stopped. His world stopped, when Rory said those words. Joking or not, they had an effect on him. He had liked this girl since she was a sophomore in high school. And here they were in college. He was about to break down.
"Are you okay?" Rory laid a hand on his arm. He looked pale, with a weird look in his eyes. She hadn't ever seen it before. "Hey, look at me." She took a hand to his face to guide his gaze.
Tristan visibly stiffened. "Umm, why don't you get dressed and we can go out. Anywhere, I don't care." He forced a smile.
The second Rory left to get ready; he went to the front porch. "Okay DuGrey. You can do this." Tristan sighed, knowing that one wrong move would lose this battle forever.
"Tristan." A voice said, quietly. "Look, she likes you. Trust me on that. Just," the older Gilmore sighed. "Just don't mess it up."
Tristan laughed, nervously. "I'm trying not to."
"Okay, if you can't verbally tell her then do it in a song."
The young blond man walked into the Gilmore household and was greeted by the scent of Rory. He would do the song thing. Not now because he wanted a nice day with her before he bombarded her with how he felt.
"So, are you ready to go?" Rory pulled him out of his daze, which he was falling more and more into around Rory.
Shaking his head, he smiled. "You're really trying to give me a heart attack, aren't you?"
"You caught me."
Four hours later the two students were strolling around Hartford. They were about to pass a jewelry shop when Rory spotted it. The ring that she had been looking for for three or four years was sitting proudly in the display case. "That's it!" She yelled, excitedly. Sure, she had forgotten about it for a couple years, but now that Tristan was back in her life she had started looking again.
"That's what?"
"That's what I've been looking for."
"Okay, I'm still not following you."
"The night of the Romeo and Juliet play, I was going to buy a ring. It was plain, silver. Sort of like the one you lost." She said, pointing to a bare middle finger, belonging to Tristan.
"You were going to do that?" Tristan looked down, embarrassed. "I didn't know that anyone noticed. Or cared, even."
Rory leaned in to hug him. "Don't worry, I did. And I still do. Sorry, but that ring was your trademark. Along with, well, other things."
Tristan led the way into store. "What other things? My devastatingly handsome features? The ease in which I can always make you blush?"
Rory rolled her eyes, just as her cell phone started to play "Roll Out" by Ludacris. "My mom definitely changed the tone."
"I kind of figured."
"Hello?" Rory answered her phone.
"Oh my gosh, save me Ror! I swear, I'll do anything." Kristina's voice pleaded over the earpiece. "I'll do laundry forever, and umm, I'll, I'll,"
"Calm down killer."
"You wouldn't be calm if your roommate was psycho studier. She studies more than you ever did."
Rory grinned at Tristan. Her smile nearly made him lean against the wall for support. "Who is your rommie?"
"Can you believe her parents named her after France?! Her name is Paris."
"Oh my gosh, her last name isn't Gellar, is it?" Tristan was fully alert now. His eyes bulged and he busted out laughing.
"Yes, how did you know?"
"Oh man Kristy, I feel really sorry for you. I went to high school with her. And no one will ever work and study harder than her."
"Not even me when I'm checking out really hot guys at a club?"
"No one."
"Oh great. She's back. I better get out of here before I get ordered to change outfits. See ya."
"So, that was Kristina?" Tristan asked
Rory nodded. "Wow Einstein, Yale is really working for you, isn't it?"
They were standing by the rings now. "Excuse me, would be looking for engagement rings? They're over there." The head jeweler spotted the couple and smiled.
Tristan shook his head, somewhat blushing. "We're actually interested in the silver ring you have in the window."
Just as soon as Tristan purchased his ring, on a whim he bought a thinner version for Rory. "You seemed to like it on me, so I guess it'll look good on you."
"Thank you." Rory got on her tiptoes to give Tristan a quick peck on the cheek, but she miscalculated and kissed him. On the lips.
