Disclaimer: Hey, you should have memorized this one by now.
Author's Note: Thank you for the reviews. And well, I figured I better start writing now so I can post this chapter by the time 2003 ends cause I'm typing hella slow. LoL. And I know this chapter is probably the worst out of all, but I just want remind y'all that some of these people might be OOC. Anyways, onto the story.
"Tristan? Are you there?" The mystery blonde stood in front of Tristan wearing tight jeans and an even tighter white long sleeve shirt.
"Wh-wha-wh-what are you, umm," Tristan stumbled for the words. "Doing here? I thought you moved."
"I did." The woman replied. "But hey, there are always people to come back home to, right?" She walked past Tristan into the apartment.
'Not good, not good at all,' Tristan thought wildly. He hadn't seen this girl in more than eighteen months. And even when he did see her last, she didn't mean anything. 'Shit, what the hell am I going to do?' He had a million thoughts running through his head as the woman came walking back towards him with an unreadable look in her eyes.
"Maybe I should call him, to make sure he's safe and all." Rory wondered aloud in Stars Hollow. The movie had long ended and the eyelids were getting heavy.
"Or we could just fall asleep right now."
"That could work."
"Good," Lorelai threw aside a monkey pillow and settled down for a good nights sleep on the living room floor.
"You need to leave." Tristan said, shifting in his seat, rather uncomfortably when he was sitting on the couch. The blonde, who went by the name of Heidi Christensen, was practically throwing herself at him. Now, if he were a freshman in college Tristan wouldn't have even thought twice about the woman in front of him.
"Why? Are you tired?" Heidi whispered in Tristan's ear, while moving closer.
'Geez, was she this bad two years ago?' Tristan thought. "Umm, yeah actually I am. Real tired, you know. Long days at Yale have taken its toll." He faked a yawn and tried to get up.
"Good, I am too. Let's go." Heidi half dragged Tristan to his bedroom.
If was five am when Tristan woke up. He felt a weight on the left half of his body that was not the weight of Rory. 'Oh man, what happened?' He thought, as he looked down to see a blonde mass of hair resting on his chest.
Silently praying that nothing happened, Tristan checked to see if both parties were fully clothed with a trembling hand gripping the sheet. Indeed, both people were fully clothed and not a piece was out of place. Quietly hopping out of the bed, Tristan made a dash for the shower. In a record time of fifteen minutes, he was done, and fully dressed in different clothes that weren't drenched in a sickening perfume and running down the stairs to the front desk.
"There . . .woman . . .my apartment . . .not wanted . . .kick . . .out . . .twenty minutes . . .please?" Tristan managed to gasp out as he stood in front of the front desk clerk.
Freddy, the front desk clerk, knew there was an unwelcome guest in Mr. DuGrey's apartment. The night clerk hadn't realized that Tristan had moved on, so he had let her on up without thinking. "Will do, Tristan. Going to find Rory?"
"Of course . . .thanks." Tristan bolted out the door to his new Mustang and started the drive to Stars Hollow.
Eminem is what woke Lorelai Gilmore up. She didn't really like the guy except when she was mocking him, which was always something fun. But she knew the only person who would have the guts to be playing this damned music was Tristan. Quietly getting up, she went to the front door and opened it to reveal a disheveled looking Tristan.
This Tristan wasn't the normal preppy looking guy with messy hair. No no, this Tristan had locks of hair sticking straight up, down, out to the sides and diagonally, much more messier. This Tristan had wrinkled khakis from Abercrombie that were sitting crooked on his waist. This Tristan had a bright yellow rugby shirt with a few oil stains on the front. Lorelai didn't like this Tristan. Especially when his eyes were darting back and forth so quickly like that.
"Tristan?"
"Hmm?"
"What is wrong?"
"She came back." Tristan backed up and sat down on the front steps. "Heidi.. .She came back last night. I tried to get rid of her and she followed me and we ended up falling asleep together."
Lorelai gasped. This guy was about to have a nervous breakdown, but he just said that he fell asleep with another woman. Should she be caring, compassionate, or angered?
Rory's boyfriend saw a look of anger pass Lorelai's face. "No, we didn't do anything. I checked. And I got out of there as fast as I could." Tristan had a sad but nervous look on his face. "My freshman year, I was a partier. I went to parties, made out with random chicks, and met a few not so innocent people. She was one of them. We were an on again, off again couple until she moved away. I didn't have feelings for her. We were together only for the necessities. You know, intimacy stuff, knowing someone wants you, you have someone to hold hands with at a party and stuff like that."
What Tristan didn't know was Rory was hearing all of this. She was standing in the house, in front of the old screen door. Tristan went on, "She came back. I told her to leave. I- Gosh, what am I going to do?"
"Tell her you have a girlfriend. One that would do anything for you in a heartbeat." Rory said, and paused. "And then turn of that damn music. It's such an ungodly hour."
Author's Note: Thank you for the reviews. And well, I figured I better start writing now so I can post this chapter by the time 2003 ends cause I'm typing hella slow. LoL. And I know this chapter is probably the worst out of all, but I just want remind y'all that some of these people might be OOC. Anyways, onto the story.
"Tristan? Are you there?" The mystery blonde stood in front of Tristan wearing tight jeans and an even tighter white long sleeve shirt.
"Wh-wha-wh-what are you, umm," Tristan stumbled for the words. "Doing here? I thought you moved."
"I did." The woman replied. "But hey, there are always people to come back home to, right?" She walked past Tristan into the apartment.
'Not good, not good at all,' Tristan thought wildly. He hadn't seen this girl in more than eighteen months. And even when he did see her last, she didn't mean anything. 'Shit, what the hell am I going to do?' He had a million thoughts running through his head as the woman came walking back towards him with an unreadable look in her eyes.
"Maybe I should call him, to make sure he's safe and all." Rory wondered aloud in Stars Hollow. The movie had long ended and the eyelids were getting heavy.
"Or we could just fall asleep right now."
"That could work."
"Good," Lorelai threw aside a monkey pillow and settled down for a good nights sleep on the living room floor.
"You need to leave." Tristan said, shifting in his seat, rather uncomfortably when he was sitting on the couch. The blonde, who went by the name of Heidi Christensen, was practically throwing herself at him. Now, if he were a freshman in college Tristan wouldn't have even thought twice about the woman in front of him.
"Why? Are you tired?" Heidi whispered in Tristan's ear, while moving closer.
'Geez, was she this bad two years ago?' Tristan thought. "Umm, yeah actually I am. Real tired, you know. Long days at Yale have taken its toll." He faked a yawn and tried to get up.
"Good, I am too. Let's go." Heidi half dragged Tristan to his bedroom.
If was five am when Tristan woke up. He felt a weight on the left half of his body that was not the weight of Rory. 'Oh man, what happened?' He thought, as he looked down to see a blonde mass of hair resting on his chest.
Silently praying that nothing happened, Tristan checked to see if both parties were fully clothed with a trembling hand gripping the sheet. Indeed, both people were fully clothed and not a piece was out of place. Quietly hopping out of the bed, Tristan made a dash for the shower. In a record time of fifteen minutes, he was done, and fully dressed in different clothes that weren't drenched in a sickening perfume and running down the stairs to the front desk.
"There . . .woman . . .my apartment . . .not wanted . . .kick . . .out . . .twenty minutes . . .please?" Tristan managed to gasp out as he stood in front of the front desk clerk.
Freddy, the front desk clerk, knew there was an unwelcome guest in Mr. DuGrey's apartment. The night clerk hadn't realized that Tristan had moved on, so he had let her on up without thinking. "Will do, Tristan. Going to find Rory?"
"Of course . . .thanks." Tristan bolted out the door to his new Mustang and started the drive to Stars Hollow.
Eminem is what woke Lorelai Gilmore up. She didn't really like the guy except when she was mocking him, which was always something fun. But she knew the only person who would have the guts to be playing this damned music was Tristan. Quietly getting up, she went to the front door and opened it to reveal a disheveled looking Tristan.
This Tristan wasn't the normal preppy looking guy with messy hair. No no, this Tristan had locks of hair sticking straight up, down, out to the sides and diagonally, much more messier. This Tristan had wrinkled khakis from Abercrombie that were sitting crooked on his waist. This Tristan had a bright yellow rugby shirt with a few oil stains on the front. Lorelai didn't like this Tristan. Especially when his eyes were darting back and forth so quickly like that.
"Tristan?"
"Hmm?"
"What is wrong?"
"She came back." Tristan backed up and sat down on the front steps. "Heidi.. .She came back last night. I tried to get rid of her and she followed me and we ended up falling asleep together."
Lorelai gasped. This guy was about to have a nervous breakdown, but he just said that he fell asleep with another woman. Should she be caring, compassionate, or angered?
Rory's boyfriend saw a look of anger pass Lorelai's face. "No, we didn't do anything. I checked. And I got out of there as fast as I could." Tristan had a sad but nervous look on his face. "My freshman year, I was a partier. I went to parties, made out with random chicks, and met a few not so innocent people. She was one of them. We were an on again, off again couple until she moved away. I didn't have feelings for her. We were together only for the necessities. You know, intimacy stuff, knowing someone wants you, you have someone to hold hands with at a party and stuff like that."
What Tristan didn't know was Rory was hearing all of this. She was standing in the house, in front of the old screen door. Tristan went on, "She came back. I told her to leave. I- Gosh, what am I going to do?"
"Tell her you have a girlfriend. One that would do anything for you in a heartbeat." Rory said, and paused. "And then turn of that damn music. It's such an ungodly hour."
