Title: Author: Christina Spoilers: Totally and completely AU (alternate universe). Paris, Rory, Madeline, and Louise are best friends. Tristan and Rory are a couple. Chris and Lorelei got married. Lane does not exist. (Sorry guys!() Pairing: R/T, J/P, L/C, others??? Rated: PG-13 in beginning, but will quickly become R Disclaimer: I own nothing from Gilmore Girls. That damn evil genius Amy Sherman-Palladino owns everything. 'Cept Chad Michael Murray. I've got him up in my room right now and if anyone ever wants him to return to his life as a major celebrity, you better start doing some serious convincing so that Amy Sherman Palladino lets our beloved hottie, Tristan Janlen DuGrey come back

Untitled Chapter Two

***Recap*** "Gellar?" Tristan called quite loudly, smirking.

"Huh, what?"

Paris Gellar's head came popping up from beneath the counter.

"What are you doing here DuGrey?"

"I could ask you the same thing you know. But I'll be nice and answer you. My girlfriend lives here."

"You have a girlfriend?"

"Ooh, that hurts Gellar. Yes I have a girlfriend. Her name is Rory Gilmore. I do believe you guys are in quite close competition with each other for valedictorian. We've been going out for almost 3 months. How could you not know that we were together?"

"I have selective hearing."

"Yeah, but do you have selective eyesight?"

"No, I just choose to not be one of your groupies. I have much better taste than you. I got over you a long time ago."

"Much better like.Jess?"

Rory giggled pulling him up from behind the counter where he had been sitting next to Paris, a dazed smile on his face.

"Uh, um, we were just." Paris trailed off.

***End Recap***

"Don't try to hide it Gellar. You were making out with Jess. At least now we know you are normal."

Rory elbowed him and he quickly corrected himself.

"I mean we always knew you were normal, but most people don't so we were just checking and umm. your turn Rory."

Tristan grinned at her waiting to see what she'd do with the mess he'd handed her.

"What my babbling Bible Boy boyfriend means to say, is that he is happy for you guys because now Jess can't steal me, and I am happy because now Paris won't take Triscut away from me. So basically we are really happy and we are also going to leave now and leave you alone. Bye flannel boy junior and flannel girl!" she called running out the door and dragging Tristan with her.

"Know what Rory?" he asked her as they climbed into the BMW.

"No actually Tristan, I have never met him before. Is he nice? Can you introduce me sometime?"

"You are absolutely adorable when you are cheesy and cliché."

He laughed kissing her tenderly with unbridled passion. As they pulled away she giggled.

"Well, if this is what I get for being cheesy and using clichés then I will remember to be that way more often."

"No, Rory! Anything but that!" Tristan put on a look of mock horror. "We could always go to the party instead!" he quickly changed the subject.

"You know I would need to get a new outfit."

"Yup!"

"And you would need one too."

"Yup!"

"And that I knew about that party 2 weeks before you did and I was planning on going anyway."

She smirked, throwing him a curve ball.

"Yu-Wait, so you made me do all that begging for nothing? You were gonna go anyway?"

"Well, if it's any consolation, you looked absolutely adorable when you were begging me. Wanna go shopping now?"

"Sure baby. But what exactly are we supposed to wear to this party?"

"Well, I am expecting a pool and a hot tub, so bring your trunks, and he said it was gonna be casual, so I'll just get a new pair of jeans and a top. Oh, and I need a suit to go with it too. I want you to match me babe, so you are gonna need some more clothes too."

"How predictable! You know baby doll, I figured that you would want some new clothes anyway, so I went ahead and bought you some, and I know how picky you are about your clothing matching, so I went ahead and picked out clothes for me, and suits for both of us."

"You know what?"

"No, I've never met him. Is he nice? I'd really like to meet him someday you know. Could you introduce us Rory?"

Tristan laughed heartily and Rory let out another spurt of her bubbly giggles.

"I was gonna say that you are the best boyfriend ever, but I'm not so sure now." She looked at him and laughed again. "I'm kidding Tris, you are the best boyfriend ever."

"Better than bagboy and Jess?"

"Dean was an asshole and going out with Jess was like going out with my brother. Which makes you better than both of them put together!! Now," Rory changed the subject, because as Tristan knew only too well, she didn't like to dwell on Dean or Jess for long periods of time. "What did you buy me?" she begged to know.

"I'll tell you," he answered slyly. "On ONE condition."

"Anything baby."

"Anything huh Mary?"

"Mind out of the gutter Bible Boy!" she shouted, and laughed, making several people including Taylor, and Babbette turn and look at them oddly.

Suddenly, Tristan felt a hard pinch on his right buttock, and then one on his left. (A/N: The word buttock is so gol danged interesting don'tcha think?) He turned around and was about to say something snide to Rory, when he noticed that she had been walking in front of him the entire time. He turned around just in time to see Miss Patty retreating towards her dance studio.

"Patty! I'm NOT single anymore!" he called after her.

"Call me when you are again Hot Stuff!!" she shouted back.

"Will do, Patty!" he laughed.

"You wouldn't, would you?" Rory asked with a completely straight face, although Tristan could see that she was joking.

"I don't know Rory, I mean, you are pretty damn hard to compete with, but Miss Patty is really hot too."

He grinned at her, and she slapped him playfully on the shoulder.

"You know Tris, I may just have to find someone who is hotter than you when they take their shirt off."

She smiled sweetly at him, knowing full well that no one on the face of the earth could look as good as Tristan with their shirt off.

"Well we'll see who's leaving who at the party when we've both been hit by the pretty stick that your mom insists on stealing whenever she has a date with your dad, or when she wants to go get coffee, and sometimes when she needs a nap.." Tristan trailed off. "You know Ror, it seems to me that your mom borrows that thing a whole lot. Are you sure that it isn't hers?"

"Yes Bible Boy, I am sure. Positive really"

"Well how do you know?"

"Because it says 'Rory's Pretty Stick' in big letters on one side."

"Well, what if she got called Rory when she was little?"

"She didn't. My grandma thought it was a horrid name, that's why my mom decided to call me that. Besides, she got called Lore when she was younger."

About half an hour later they stepped out of their rooms ready to go to Chad's party. Tristan emerged wearing a Hawaiian shirt with a navy blue background and white flowers with a white wife-beater underneath showing his stomach off, and a pair of khaki pants, which were sagging slightly at his waist. Rory smiled at his ability to make something so casual look so hot. But then, the same thing happened to Tristan when he looked at Rory. She was wearing the same kind of Hawaiian blue shirt that he had on, only it was a girls version, and she had a pleated khaki skirt, and a while spaghetti strap shirt on. Her hair had been left down and she had curled the ends to make it look not quite so straight. She smiled up at Tristan as she put her sandals on.

"Tris?" she questioned. Is there something I should know about spring break?"

"No, why?"

"Because, everything you've gotten us seems to follow this Hawaiian pattern. Even our suits!" she laughed.

"Stop complaining Rory, I just think you look cute in Hawaiian stuff. And I don't look bad either." He added with a smile blowing on his fingernails, and then rubbing them on his chest.

"No, you don't look bad, you look AWFUL!" she giggled and ran down the stairs as he chased her.

"Take it back Mare," he warned as he closed in on her.

"Nope!" she giggled as their mouths crept closer together.

"I'm warning you," he whispered huskily in her ear.

"What will you do if I don't take it back?" she whispered smiling at him.

"I may just have to kiss you," he whispered back.

"I may just take you up on that offer Mister DuGrey."

"Okay," he smirked and pressed her up against the wall. His mouth captured hers in his and for a second or two she didn't respond, he was making her weak in the knees. But she regained her composure and quickly did to him what he did to her. She wound her hands around his neck and then he moaned in pleasure as she ran her hands up and down his back. One of his hands caressed her cheek and the other rested on the small of her back. Just then Emily Gilmore burst through the front door.

"Lorelei!" No answer.

"Lorelei!" there was still no sound.

"Lorelei Victoria Gilmore if you don't answer me right now I'll-oh, hello Rory, Tristan." Emily looked away as Rory and Tristan hurriedly got out of the suggestive pose that they had been sporting.

"Hello Mrs. Gilmore. How have you and Mr. Gilmore been?" Tristan asked doing his best to try and avert her attention from the awkward situation at hand.

"Tristan Janlen DuGrey, first off never ever bull-shit a Gilmore. You and I both know what you were doing in there with Rory. Don't think I haven't walked in on or heard you two before. Besides, I went through all of this with your mother. I still do sometimes. Secondly Mr. DuGrey, I told you not to call us Mr. and Mrs. Gilmore. Yes, you can call us that at social gatherings, you are expected to because it is proper etiquette. Otherwise we are so much more comfortable when you call us Emily and Richard. Understood Tristan?"

Yes Mrs.-I mean Emily. Now if you don't mind my asking, what are you doing here? Not that it isn't a pleasure to have you here, because it always is, but uh-damn, Rory's babbling is starting to rub off on me." He smiled and waited for an answer.

"Well there's this new family in town, the Murray's, you may know them, they have a son who just started attending Chilton. Anyway, they are having a party at the Country Club and I wanted to know if your mother wanted to go. It seems as if she isn't here though."

Rory, knowing that her mother was indeed here; she was just hiding from Emily because she didn't want to deal with her, quickly covered up for Lorelei. "Um. Grandma? Mom kinda had a date planned with dad tonight. You know, on account of his being home early and all."

"I didn't know Christopher was home Rory."

"Oh, yeah. He is. He came home earlier this afternoon. His conference in Thailand ended early. He wanted to take mom out, and he was gonna take us too but we have a party to go to tonight. The Murray's son, actually. What was his name Tristan? Chad, right?"

"Um yeah. Chad Michael Murray. That was it. Although personally I don't see how he goes through life using 2 first names. I mean, you think Chad would be enough, but no, he has to go and add Michael to it. And then to top it all off his last name is Murray, which is practically a first name too, cause I know a few guys named Murray."

"Sweetie, you are babbling again."

Rory giggled at the bemused look on her grandmother's face as Tristan had been going on and on and on and on about how Chad shouldn't have 2 first names.

"A trait that I inherited from you Miss Gilmore, along with your love for coffee, and off-the-wall kookiness."

"Aw, don't embarrass me Tris." She slapped him lightly on the arm.

Noting that she was interrupting a very special little moment between her granddaughter and the youngest DuGrey, she cleared her throat.

"I'll be leaving now Rory. Tell Lorelei that she was sorely missed at that party tonight and tell Christopher that I am very glad he's back. Goodbye Mr. DuGrey, and remember what we talked about. Oh, and say hello to your grandfather for Richard and I."

"Of course Emily. Goodbye then."

"Bye Grandma!" Rory called at Emily's retreating figure.

As soon as Emily was out of earshot Lorelei came bounding down the stairs. She must have been watching out the window.

"I love you I love you I love you! You are a lifesaver mini-me! Now, what was it again that you got me out of?" Lorelei wanted to know.

"Oh, nothing. Just.a party with new Hartford people at it. Being thrown in their honor actually. Which reminds me, we'd better get going. We're going to a party being thrown by their son and we'll be late, and Little Miss Prissy Trissy won't be able to make his desired entrance."

"Tristan, what did she say? Translate for me please, you are getting really good at it."

"She said that we are going to a party and if we don't leave then I won't get noticed by everyone there."

"Ooh! A party! Really? Take me with you please please pretty pretty please!" Lorelei got down on her hands and knees and practically begged both of them.

"No can do Lorelei. See, as much as we would like to take you, hypothetically, according to Rory's huge lie, you are out on a dinner date with Chris, and what would happen if Chad told his parents about a certain hot brunette named Lorelei Gilmore? Well then of course the news would quickly make its way to Emily, who would then know that her granddaughter lied to get her daughter out of a Country Club gathering. Sorry to burst your little bubble Lore."

"You ruin all of my fun Bible Boy!" Lorelei whined at him.

"We'll take you next time mom. Gotta go, bye!" Rory called as Tristan dragged her out the door.

A/N: I know, no cliffhanger, but this chap is like 2500 words long! Oh, I decide I needed a little more action, so I'm gonna make Chad out to be a really bad dude. Please note, that I in no way am borrowing the guy at all. Just his name, cause I am bad at making up names. So this in no way reflects the personality, mind, or body of Chad Michael Murray at all. I just needed a name, and his came to mind. Don't worry, I just got my yearbook, so I am gonna use names from there from now on, but I'll mix up the first and last manes, so it won't look so suspicious. Love you dudes lots and lots, oh, 10 more reviews (at least) or I won't post the next chapter. If I get really desperate, I'll just make the chapters really really short till I get the desires amount of reviews to satisfy my review craving Love, Peace, and Mounds of Chicken Grease, Christina