Disclaimer: As Lisa said, we don't own the characters... although I know I wouldn't mind owning Tristan. We also don't own the show..we just own this story. Don't sue.

This chapter is being written by Stephani (Slytherin Princess). I am using an online translater for the other languages.. I took Spanish, but I just passed, and I took it about two or so years ago, so I don't remember much.

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Rory arrived at Tristan's house about forty-five minutes later. She got out of the jeep, grabbed her bag and starbucks coffee, and made her way to the front door. She rang the doorbell, and patiently waited for someone to answer the door. She took a sip of her coffee.

"Hola. Señor Tristan y pierda París están en el espacio vivo lo esperando." the spanish maid said, when she opened the door.

"Gracias." Rory replied, and stepped into the front hall. She followed the maid to the living room, where Tristan and Paris were.

"You're late." Paris stated. She and Tristan looked up at Rory.

Rory glanced at her watch, "Only about fifteen minutes late. People kept calling me, it took me forever before I could get out of the house." she replied, setting her coffee down on the table. She put her backpack on the ground, and then sat down next to Tristan, across from Paris.

"Mary is popular?" Tristan asked. Rory rolled her eye's.

"If you call Kirk calling to ask my mom something, Taylor calling to make sure we were taking part of ceremony for the traffic light being put up, Mom called to make sure I was alright, Lane calling while her mom went out shopping, and Dean calling to do something, me being popular, then yes, I'm popular." Rory stated.

"Okay, enough about personal lives. We have an A to get people." Paris exclaimed.

"Wait- a traffic light ceremony?" Tristan asked, with a raised eyebrow.

"It's the first one." Rory replied, smiling.

"First one what? First ceremony? or first traffic light?" Tristan asked.

"Traffic light." Rory answered.

"People, we have a project to do." Paris cried out.

"Right." Tristan said, not wanting to ask Rory about the whole traffic light thing, yet wanting to know at the same time.

"Okay, so now that everyone is here, I have divided the project up..." Paris said, handing out little booklets she made.

Paris went on for about an hour, telling Tristan and Rory what had to be done, even though they already knew what to do. She also told them what she thought had to be done, to get them an A. The project was to pick a famous dead person, find out as much as you can about him, or her, and turn it into a presentation, that would be presented infront of the class.

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Dean had picked up Lindsay, and they decided to head to Hartford. They were going to go see a movie there, there was more of a selection.

"So? What should we see?" Lindsay asked, looking up at Dean.

Dean shrugged, "I wanna see Soul Survivors.. what about you?" he answered.

"Oh, I've been dieing to see that." Lindsay replied. Dean grinned, and the two went and paid for the tickets.

The two bought their treats, and then went into the theatre. The two talked and laughed for half an hour, while waiting for the theatre to fill up, and for the movie to start.