Title: Spring Fling
Author: lannah
Summary: Rory, Lorelai, Emily and Richard head out to the Dominican
Republic for spring break. Guess whom Rory meets?
Pairing: R/T of course!
Disclaimer: Sadly, I own zippidy-doo-daa of Gilmore Girls. If I did, then
Chad Michael Murray would still be on the show and he would be mine (and even if
they have nothing to do with Gilmore Girls, J-Boog from B2K and Orlando Bloom
would be mine too! Heehee!). Anywayz, all the characters and all that fun stuff
belong to the GG crew; the only thing that is mine is the plot (which will most
likely turn out to be pretty retarded, so I give you fair warning)!
A.N. Whoa...that was like a record number of reviews for that last chapter - 14, 15? can't remember! But thank you sooooo much!!! If I haven't said it before, I appreciate it soooo much cuz it really does make me wanna write more! (hint hint)!
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"So Mary, looks like it's just you and me," Tristan commented, flopping down on the sand beside Rory.
"Shouldn't you be entertaining some bimbo or something, instead of bugging me?" Rory asked, flashing him an innocent smile.
"Mary, are you jealous?"
Rory groaned and rolled her eyes. "You're impossible."
Her comment was met with a mischievous grin. "Nah, you got it wrong. I think you mean, 'incredibly amazing'."
Rory pretended to think for a while, then shook her head. "Nope. I meant impossible."
Tristan grinned. "So, you up for it?" he asked, indicating the surfboard which was now lying on the sand beside him.
Rory took one look at it and shook her head vehemently. "Definitely not!"
"Why not?"
"Because...number one, I am not athletically coordinated. The last time I ever did anything that remotely resembled exercise was when I had to chase my mother around the house for the last cup of coffee we had."
Tristan laughed. "Somehow, that doesn't surprise me. Don't worry though, surfing's not that hard."
(A.N. Yeah...don't take my word for this cuz I know zip about surfing...I'll just pretend I know everything!)
"Not that hard? Ok, it may not be that hard, but it still probably is kind of hard right? What if I wipe out and whack my head on some rock or something? I saw Blue Crush. What if the waves knock me underwater and I have to stay under for five million years and then I drown? That's not good. I don't plan on dying early. And if I die early, then it'll be all your fault 'cause you're the one who decided to take me surfing-"
Rory's rambling was cut short by Tristan covering her mouth with his hands. She looked up at those eyes of his, damn, which were twinkling in amusement.
"Ok, Mary? Take a look at those waves out there. I don't think they're big enough to kill you," Tristan said, trying to keep from grinning at the semi-terrified look on her face. "And I promise, I won't let anything happen to you 'cause if anything does, then I'm pretty sure your mother would hunt me down and kill me."
Rory couldn't help but smile. "That's true..."
Her voice trailed off as she realized the close proximity that she was in, with Tristan. She swallowed as her eyes ran the length of his upper body, stopping on his muscles and then on his washboard abs, which the Chilton uniform hid so well. She had to admit, this kid was indeed, (in Tatum's words), fine!
"Like what you see, Mary?"
Rory snapped out of her trance-like state upon hearing his voice, and looked up to see the ever present smirk on his face. Instantly, she felt a blush coming on.
"'Cause you know," Tristan added, leaning in closer to her, and very obviously ran his eyes over her form, "I'm kinda liking what I'm seeing."
Rory turned even more red at that comment. She groaned and stood up.
Not knowing what else to say, she opted for: "Are you going to teach me how to surf, or what?" and started walking away.
"Don't you need a board if you're going to surf?"
Rory halted and let out a frustrated scream. Then she stomped off again.
Tristan grinned in amusement as he grabbed the surfboard and followed her.
*****
"You're doing it wrong," Tristan said around a half of an hour later.
"Well, did I not tell you before that I have absolutely no clue what I'm doing?" Rory asked.
"Ok, try it again. When I count to three, stand up in the position that I showed you," Tristan said.
Rory attempted the stance again, and finally succeeded in 'perfecting' it.
"Yes!" She shouted jumping up and down.
Tristan grinned. "Now, just do that when you get out in the water and you'll be fine."
"We have to go in the water?" Rory whined.
"No. Surfing's meant to be done on sand," he answered, mock-sarcastically.
Rory stuck her tongue out at him. "Thank God, no one's here to see me make a fool out of myself," she said glancing around the deserted area of the beach they had managed to find.
"Except for me. And I'm so tempted to make fun of you right now," Tristan said, grinning.
"Shut up. Like you can do any better."
Tristan smirked. "You willing to bet on that?"
"Um..." Rory mumbled.
"Watch this."
Rory watched as Tristan grabbed his surfboard and paddled out into the ocean, where he waited for a wave to come. Then he went into full surfer mode doing all the twisty, cutting through the waves, kind of moves that she saw on T.V. - which was the only 'place' she had ever seen anyone surf.
"So Mary, you were saying?" Tristan asked, as he came back onto the sand beside her, now dripping wet.
He was good. And he actually looked good out there on the water. But she was never going to admit that to him.
"Show off," she said.
He grinned. "Alright, now it's your turn."
"Um...how about, no," Rory answered, trying to back away.
"Oh no you don't," he said, grabbing her hand and pulling her along with him.
"Come on, we'll do the little waves. I promise. Come on Mary. Please," he pouted at her.
Rory wrinkled her nose. Why did he have to make that face (of all faces) at her? She groaned, grabbed her surfboard and followed him out onto the water.
*****
A couple of hours later, after endless surfing, or in Rory's case, endless falling into the water, the two sat on their boards, bobbing up and down on the water.
Rory gazed out at the never ending stretch of blue-green ocean and couldn't help but laugh. "You know, that was actually fun."
Tristan smiled. That was a change. Usually it was grins and smirks.
"Wanna go again?"
"Definitely not. I think I've fallen enough times for the day, thank you very much," Rory replied, proceeding to lie on her back and stare up at the sky.
She snuck a peak at Tristan as he ran a hand through his wet, messed-up hair. Yup, he was definitely hot. Especially now that he had beads of water running down his front and back.
Realizing what she was doing, Rory tore her gaze away from him and mentally berated herself. Why am I thinking about Tristan like that? It's Tristan! Of all people! Tristan! A very hot Tristan, but still, Tristan!
"Hey, Mary?"
She jumped when she heard Tristan's voice and in doing so, she gracefully managed to topple off of her surfboard and land in the water once again, Tristan's laughter following her.
Great. Just Great.
*****
Whew...this was kinda long (typing-wise anyway) and kinda retarded. haha! Alrighty...lemme know what you guys think.
I hate proofreading...so if you find any mistakes...you'll know why there are any!
