Disclaimer: I really don't own anything. Trust me, I would know.
Author's Note: Honestly, I thought the last chapter sucked so badly. LoL. But thanks for the reviews, you totally rock. ExoticEnigma: UB40 sings my favorite version of the song. I forget when they were around, sorry. Coincidence Casualty: I totally forgot about the rings. But I'll probably add them in sometime soon. Thanks for reminding me!
"Can I see that one?" Tristan pointed to the glass case. He was in a store, surrounded by glittery objects. No, it wasn't a jewelry shop. It was a hole in the wall shop that he had found one day that specialized in beverage objects. Name anything one would need to make any type of drink, it could be found here.
"Sure," the old man, presumably the owner, replied. He held up a silver coffee maker that had little pink and white swirls on the sides. "The artist was quite creative when she made this. It's a one of a kind thing."
Tristan smiled, taking out his wallet. "It's for a one of a kind woman."
"Ah, love?"
"Yes sir."
The old man nodded. "I see. Well, I hope she likes this."
"She will, oh yeah. She'll definitely will."
Tristan walked out of the store and bumped right into Kristina. "Kristy?" He asked, as the blonde turned towards him. "What are you doing here?"
"Harvard sucks. My roommate sucks. At least I still have a single friend left here." She replied. "Well, one that isn't Paris Gellar." She shivered, and it wasn't from the cold.
Tristan laughed out loud. "Paris can do that to you." He started to walk towards his apartment. "Well, what do you mean single? Do you mean only one? 'Cause you have Rory and I which technically makes that two. Or do you mean dating? 'Cause I hate to break it to you, but you don't have any left."
"WHAT?!" Kristina followed Tristan into his building. "You mean you actually got together and DIDN'T EVEN BOTHER TO TELL ME?"
"Why hello Kristina!" Rory leaned on the doorframe as she greeted her former roommate. "What brings you back to Yale?"
"Actually, I needed some more transcripts." Kristina looked between the two others. "I can't believe you DIDN'T EVEN CALL." She shook her head and walked into the apartment.
Tristan took this as a sign to leave. "I better go."
Rory saw the box tucked under Tristan's arm. "Hey, who is that for?" She asked, pointing.
Tristan winked and leaned down to kiss Rory. "No one special." He said, after both pulled away.
"You. . ." Rory trailed off, squinting her eyes.
"Fine, fine." Tristan smiled. "It's for you. But you won't get it until later tonight." He shrugged. "Trust me, it's nothing special."
"Anything from you is." Rory whispered.
Suddenly, as the couple was about to kiss again, "You Make Me Sick" by Pink came blaring from the living room. "Ahhh, so it's a boy problem." Tristan finally caught on. "Okay, well, maybe I'll just crash at Justin's tonight. His roomie is studying abroad for the semester."
Rory smiled, amazed at how sweet Tristan could be. "Gosh, I don't know why I didn't tell you how I felt earlier."
"Me either." Tristan smacked his head. "Oh yeah. You had Bag Boy. And then you had Jess, and then you had Matt. Geez, you're the popular one, aren't you?"
"Hey Rory? How much does a dartboard cost?" Kristina bellowed from her spot near the pictures.
"I better go before she starts to use me as a dartboard." Rory stood on her toes to give Tristan a kiss goodbye.
"Bye Ror."
Justin and Tristan were talking in Justin's apartment across the street later that night. "So, you have a girl now?" Justin asked.
"Yeah man, I think I love her." Tristan stated aloud, in a dreamy tone.
Justin was astounded by his friend's behavior. "Man, this girl must be a saint because she finally managed to tie down Tristan DuGrey, the big man on campus." He thought for a moment. "Is that why I haven't seen you at the usual parties?"
Tristan smiled a silly grin. "Yeah, she completely invades my thoughts. She's smart, funny, addicted to coffee and beautiful."
"Well, does she know you love her?"
"I'm not sure. I haven't verbally said it." Tristan answered. "This is different. With other girls, all I have to say is what they want me to say, and then end it within two days. I don't want to screw this one up."
"How long have you been together?"
"Like three days." Tristan smiled. "It feels like forever though. I've liked her since tenth grade."
"Oh, is she that Rory girl you always compared everyone to?"
Tristan nodded. "Affirmative."
"Okay." Justin nodded but was cut short by a "Jingle Bells" cell ring.
Tristan shook his head. Laughing, he answered. "Thanks for changing the ring tone."
"Anytime." Rory's voice came on the other end. "Anyways, Kristina is crashing here for the night. You can come back, but just be aware she might yell at you at any given moment."
Justin must have sensed something was up and Tristan was homeless for the night, she he yelled, "Tristan will stay here. We'll throw a big party."
Trust to his word, without a doubt two hours later a party was in full swing. There were guys everywhere, and the kind of girls Tristan used to go out with. And the girls were all over Tristan.
"Excuse me." Tristan got away from yet another clingy girl. He had been thinking about Rory all night, and was beginning to be repulsed by these women. Taking out his cell phone, he dialed his apartment.
"'Ello?" A sleepy voice answered the phone.
Tristan looked at his Swiss Army watch with glow in the dark hands. It read two am. "I'm sorry Ror. I just needed to talk to you cause half these people and drunk, and the other half are in the process of landing a piece tonight."
Rory burst out laughing. "Tristan . . . DuGrey . . . Not wanting to . . . party?" She gasped between breaths. "That's blasphemy if I've ever heard it."
"Funny girl, aren't you?" Tristan replied as he ducked into the laundry room. "Come save me?"
"You can't just leave by yourself?"
"And get me handsome looks disheveled because a bunch of partiers?" Tristan scoffed. "I think not. This shirt cost me a fort-"
"It's a hoodie from Yale, it didn't cost you much, and I'll come get you." With that, the phone call was ended.
"So handsome, where are you going tonight?" A very fake blonde with too much makeup asked, brushing up against Tristan.
Tristan looked around frantically for a way out. Suddenly he saw his savior. His favorite Gilmore just walked through the door. "I've got a girlfriend, you know."
"Well, she won't find out, will she?"
"Yes."
"Excuse me? Girlfriend?" Rory came up behind the two. "Don't you remember proposing this afternoon?" She held up her left hand, which held the ring Tristan had bought her in Hartford.
Tristan smirked and nodded. "How could I forget?" He then proceeded to lean into Rory and whisper a thank you before kissing her will all his might in front of the fake blond who was already talking to another guy.
"Now I know how the girls you made out with in front of my locker felt."
"Special, huh?"
"No, on exhibit at the Hartford Museum of Natural Science."
"Ah, yes," Tristan had a twinkle in his eyes and was smiling genuinely. "Mitosis and meiosis. Personally, I like the meiosis better."
"Only you would."
Author's Note: Honestly, I thought the last chapter sucked so badly. LoL. But thanks for the reviews, you totally rock. ExoticEnigma: UB40 sings my favorite version of the song. I forget when they were around, sorry. Coincidence Casualty: I totally forgot about the rings. But I'll probably add them in sometime soon. Thanks for reminding me!
"Can I see that one?" Tristan pointed to the glass case. He was in a store, surrounded by glittery objects. No, it wasn't a jewelry shop. It was a hole in the wall shop that he had found one day that specialized in beverage objects. Name anything one would need to make any type of drink, it could be found here.
"Sure," the old man, presumably the owner, replied. He held up a silver coffee maker that had little pink and white swirls on the sides. "The artist was quite creative when she made this. It's a one of a kind thing."
Tristan smiled, taking out his wallet. "It's for a one of a kind woman."
"Ah, love?"
"Yes sir."
The old man nodded. "I see. Well, I hope she likes this."
"She will, oh yeah. She'll definitely will."
Tristan walked out of the store and bumped right into Kristina. "Kristy?" He asked, as the blonde turned towards him. "What are you doing here?"
"Harvard sucks. My roommate sucks. At least I still have a single friend left here." She replied. "Well, one that isn't Paris Gellar." She shivered, and it wasn't from the cold.
Tristan laughed out loud. "Paris can do that to you." He started to walk towards his apartment. "Well, what do you mean single? Do you mean only one? 'Cause you have Rory and I which technically makes that two. Or do you mean dating? 'Cause I hate to break it to you, but you don't have any left."
"WHAT?!" Kristina followed Tristan into his building. "You mean you actually got together and DIDN'T EVEN BOTHER TO TELL ME?"
"Why hello Kristina!" Rory leaned on the doorframe as she greeted her former roommate. "What brings you back to Yale?"
"Actually, I needed some more transcripts." Kristina looked between the two others. "I can't believe you DIDN'T EVEN CALL." She shook her head and walked into the apartment.
Tristan took this as a sign to leave. "I better go."
Rory saw the box tucked under Tristan's arm. "Hey, who is that for?" She asked, pointing.
Tristan winked and leaned down to kiss Rory. "No one special." He said, after both pulled away.
"You. . ." Rory trailed off, squinting her eyes.
"Fine, fine." Tristan smiled. "It's for you. But you won't get it until later tonight." He shrugged. "Trust me, it's nothing special."
"Anything from you is." Rory whispered.
Suddenly, as the couple was about to kiss again, "You Make Me Sick" by Pink came blaring from the living room. "Ahhh, so it's a boy problem." Tristan finally caught on. "Okay, well, maybe I'll just crash at Justin's tonight. His roomie is studying abroad for the semester."
Rory smiled, amazed at how sweet Tristan could be. "Gosh, I don't know why I didn't tell you how I felt earlier."
"Me either." Tristan smacked his head. "Oh yeah. You had Bag Boy. And then you had Jess, and then you had Matt. Geez, you're the popular one, aren't you?"
"Hey Rory? How much does a dartboard cost?" Kristina bellowed from her spot near the pictures.
"I better go before she starts to use me as a dartboard." Rory stood on her toes to give Tristan a kiss goodbye.
"Bye Ror."
Justin and Tristan were talking in Justin's apartment across the street later that night. "So, you have a girl now?" Justin asked.
"Yeah man, I think I love her." Tristan stated aloud, in a dreamy tone.
Justin was astounded by his friend's behavior. "Man, this girl must be a saint because she finally managed to tie down Tristan DuGrey, the big man on campus." He thought for a moment. "Is that why I haven't seen you at the usual parties?"
Tristan smiled a silly grin. "Yeah, she completely invades my thoughts. She's smart, funny, addicted to coffee and beautiful."
"Well, does she know you love her?"
"I'm not sure. I haven't verbally said it." Tristan answered. "This is different. With other girls, all I have to say is what they want me to say, and then end it within two days. I don't want to screw this one up."
"How long have you been together?"
"Like three days." Tristan smiled. "It feels like forever though. I've liked her since tenth grade."
"Oh, is she that Rory girl you always compared everyone to?"
Tristan nodded. "Affirmative."
"Okay." Justin nodded but was cut short by a "Jingle Bells" cell ring.
Tristan shook his head. Laughing, he answered. "Thanks for changing the ring tone."
"Anytime." Rory's voice came on the other end. "Anyways, Kristina is crashing here for the night. You can come back, but just be aware she might yell at you at any given moment."
Justin must have sensed something was up and Tristan was homeless for the night, she he yelled, "Tristan will stay here. We'll throw a big party."
Trust to his word, without a doubt two hours later a party was in full swing. There were guys everywhere, and the kind of girls Tristan used to go out with. And the girls were all over Tristan.
"Excuse me." Tristan got away from yet another clingy girl. He had been thinking about Rory all night, and was beginning to be repulsed by these women. Taking out his cell phone, he dialed his apartment.
"'Ello?" A sleepy voice answered the phone.
Tristan looked at his Swiss Army watch with glow in the dark hands. It read two am. "I'm sorry Ror. I just needed to talk to you cause half these people and drunk, and the other half are in the process of landing a piece tonight."
Rory burst out laughing. "Tristan . . . DuGrey . . . Not wanting to . . . party?" She gasped between breaths. "That's blasphemy if I've ever heard it."
"Funny girl, aren't you?" Tristan replied as he ducked into the laundry room. "Come save me?"
"You can't just leave by yourself?"
"And get me handsome looks disheveled because a bunch of partiers?" Tristan scoffed. "I think not. This shirt cost me a fort-"
"It's a hoodie from Yale, it didn't cost you much, and I'll come get you." With that, the phone call was ended.
"So handsome, where are you going tonight?" A very fake blonde with too much makeup asked, brushing up against Tristan.
Tristan looked around frantically for a way out. Suddenly he saw his savior. His favorite Gilmore just walked through the door. "I've got a girlfriend, you know."
"Well, she won't find out, will she?"
"Yes."
"Excuse me? Girlfriend?" Rory came up behind the two. "Don't you remember proposing this afternoon?" She held up her left hand, which held the ring Tristan had bought her in Hartford.
Tristan smirked and nodded. "How could I forget?" He then proceeded to lean into Rory and whisper a thank you before kissing her will all his might in front of the fake blond who was already talking to another guy.
"Now I know how the girls you made out with in front of my locker felt."
"Special, huh?"
"No, on exhibit at the Hartford Museum of Natural Science."
"Ah, yes," Tristan had a twinkle in his eyes and was smiling genuinely. "Mitosis and meiosis. Personally, I like the meiosis better."
"Only you would."
