Title: I hate and I Love
Author: ~ME~
Rating: PG 13 (just to be safe).
A/N: For those who were wondering, the plan is that Paris and Dave get togther. Oh, thanx SOOOO much for the reviews! Very comforting and encouraging :). One other thing, just let you know that Dean is completely outta the picture. I've scrapped him.
Chapter 9: love was in the air
************************* Saturday morning ************************
*~Luke's Diner~*
"Rory," Loralei whined.
"What is it now?" Rory responded in a bored tone.
"Luke won't let me have coffee! Make him give me some. Please?" Loralei put on her best puppy face.
"LUKE!" Rory shouted in the direction of the kitchen. "Give this insane woman here coffee so that she'll shut-up and stop hassling me!"
A tired looking Luke, clad in his usual checked flanalet shirt and back-to- front baseball cap, strolled out of the kitchen and poured Loralei a cup of coffee without a word. He then strolled straight back into the kitchen without so much as a hello.
"What happened to that old grump?" a now satisfied Loralei questioned no one inparticular.
"He must have realised you were here."
"Now is that the way you should speak to your mother?" Loralei enquired, her voice fun and happy. Her 10th cup of coffee that day was taking its toll on her.
"You should really slow down on the caffine Mum (or 'mom')."
"Wha.?" A delirious and caffine high Loralei questioned.
"Never mind." Rory shook her head.
Just then Rory's cell phone rang.
"Hello?" Rory answered.
"Hi Rory!" A chirpy voice greeted. "It's me, Giselle."
"Oh hi. How'd you get my cell number?"
"Paris gave it to me. I was just wondering if you'd help me do something for Paris."
"What is this 'something for Paris'?"
"I wanna set her up with Dave."
Rory could't help but burst out in laughter at the sound of those words. After regaining composure she went back to her phone call.
"Sorry." Rory apolagised.
"Well anyway, about Paris and Dave. I was wondering, could you slip a note into Paris's locker for me?"
"What sort of note.?"
"Um, just a note."
"Just a note?"
"Oh and a rose."
Rory sighed.
"Fine."
"YES! Thank you Rory, thankyou so much!" Giselle squealed.
"Ok, ok, ok Giselle. Calm down."
"This is going to be so good! I can't wait, I can't wait."
"Breathe Giselle, breathe." Rory reminded.
"Oooh I gotta go do some planning. Bye." Giselle hung up.
"What was so hilarious?" Loralei enquired.
"Just the thought of Paris going out with this guy called Dave."
"Who's Dave?"
"Guy I met last night. He's Tristan's cousin."
"Is he hot?" Loralei asked excitedly.
"Mum, you have sick mind."
"So how was the party last night?"
"It was alright. A little boring though. How was you night?"
"Ugh! Dinner with the parents was like a day with no coffee."
"Must have been pretty bad!"
Loralei nodded her head in agreeance.
Rory looked at her watch and almost choked on the pancake in her mouth.
"Oh damn it!" Rory cursed under her breath. She picked up her handbag and cup of coffee and then ran out the door yelling good-bye to her suprised mother.
She jumped into the Jeep and drove as quickly as she could in the direction of Paris's house, for yet another Franklin meeting.
When Rory arrived outside Paris's house, she saw a limo arriving at the same time as herself. She stopped the car and turned of the engine, then walked up a little closer to the limo. She was curious to see who was inside. To her surprise the drivers door flung open and a man dressed in a tux got out of the car and walked around to the back of the limo. He opened the door carefully and stretched his hand forward to help his passanger out.
And there she was, standing right there staring at Tristan as he was handed his crutches.
"Waiting for me were you Mary? Couldn't you bear the seperation?" Tristan teased.
"You sicken me Tirstan. I thought you were pissed at me. Why suddenly the change of heart?"
Tristan shrugged his shoulders and went back to one of his favourite hobbies, annoying Rory.
"Aren't you gonna give me a kiss and tell me how much you love me and missed me?"
"Maybe that fall did more than just give you a concussion Tristan. I'm starting to see side affects."
"Oh you wound me Mary. Why oh why do you inflict upon me such pains?"
"Move." Rory pointed in the direction of Paris's gates.
Reluctantly Tristan moved in the direction of Paris's house. Rory pressed on the intercom and was greeted by the usual maid's voice.
"Name?"
"Rory and Tristan."
The gates unlocked and Rory opnened them up and let Tristan and then herself in. She watched Tristan struggle with his crutches as he walked up the path leading to Paris's front door. When the two of then were only halfway up the path, the front door opened and Paris looked out.
"Hurry up cripple!" She yelled out the door.
"For that I'm gonna walk extra slow." He shouted back.
"You wouldn't dare." Paris challenged.
"What makes you think that?"
"Tristan just doesn't do things like that."
"Don't' I?"
"No you don't."
"I wouldn't be so sure."
"Well I am, especially since you're standing right infont of me now. I win!"
"Move aside Paris," Tristan commanded, "The cripple needs to enter."
"Ha! So you admit you're a cripple!"
"When did I ever deny it?"
"You two are impossible." Rory stated the obvious truth.
"We're working in the living room today." Announced Paris.
"You just had to choose the room that's the furthest to walk to didn't you?" Tristan complained.
"What ever Tristan." Paris brushed the comment aside.
"Oh by the way Paris, I invited Dave along later as well, 'cause he's supposed to be stayin with my family while his parents are away." Tristan informed Paris.
"I've invited some other people as well." Paris told Tristan and Rory. "Well, rather my parents did."
"Who?" Qustioned Rory.
"You know that new family who's moving in? Well they're coming to Chilton, so Mum invited them for dinner this evening."
"You mean the family Lousie was talking about the other day?" Rory quieried.
"Yeah." Paris answered.
"We're not staying for dinner, so what does this have to do with us then?" Tristan asked.
"When Mum realised you two were coming for a meeting this afternoon, she invited the two 'kids' to come early and meet the two of you. She wanted them to be familiar with more people when thaty started at a new school."
"Goody." Rory commented sarcasticly.
"Let's start or we'll run outta time." Paris reminded. "I finished that article on the debate thing so today we need to write something on the up coming school dance."
"Not interested." Tristan said flatly.
"Same here." Rory gave Paris a sorry facial expression.
"I can't write this on my own you two. I haven't even been to a school dance before!"
"Tough." Tristan replied without mercy.
"Fine then. I'll just have to ask someone else to write it. Well then what do you wanna do in the mean time then?"
*Knock knock*
There was a knock on the door and then Madeline strolled in.
"Hi Paris." Madeline greeeted. "What the hec's going on here?"
"Franklin."
"Oh. Hi Rory, hi Tristan."
"Hey." Rory and Tristan replied in unision.
"So, can I help?"
"We've decided not to do the story after all. We're sitting here trying to decide what to do." Paris explained to Madeline.
"Let's play truth and dare." Madeline pulled up a chair and sat down.
Rory and Paris exchanged worried looks while Tristan just smirked and smiled to himself.
"You go first Tristan." Madeline ordered.
"Hmmm. Paris."
Rory let out a relieved sigh. Tristan continued.
"Truth or dare?"
"I never said I was playing."
"Don't' be a spoil sport Paris." Madeline told Paris.
"Fine. Dare."
"I dare you. to tell your butler that you love him."
"What's so bad about that?" Rory questioned.
"Paris's butler is old, mean, repulsive and Paris loathes him." Tristan explained.
"I am not going to tell Fred that I love him." Paris answered flatly.
The butler coinsadently poked his head around the door.
"I'm sorry to disturb you little tea party Miss Gellar, but I think I heard my name."
"Miss Gellar has something to tell you." Informed Tristan.
Fred looked expectantly at Paris.
"Fred, Tristan here is gay and told me to tell you that he has the hots for you. Oh, he also siad you had a cute toosh." A smile spread across Paris's face.
"I am not gay Fred. She's just making it up." Asssured Tristan.
Fred looked at Madeline and Rory, and gave them a questioning look.
"Yeah. He's gay." Rory confirmed.
Fred swung around to look at Tristan and gave him a disgusted look.
"Master Tristan, you are very rude!" Then Fred marched out of the room with his head held high.
"Paris, you will pay for that eventually!" Tristan asssured.
"This game is boring," Madeline complained. "We need more guys."
"Don't I make up for the lack of males?" Tristan questioned suggestively.
"But you have a broken ankle and need crutches." Madeline reminded.
"But that doesn't mean necsisarily that I'm insufficient does it?"
"Depends what area you're talking about."
"Alright, I think we've heard quite enough." Rory interupted.
Paris gave her a grateful facial expression. Fred walked in to the room once again and announced the arrival of some guests.
"Mr David Dugrey, Mr James Fitzgerald and Miss Sarah Fitzgerald to see you Miss Gellar."
"Let them in Fred." Paris ordered.
The three guests wandered into the room and sat dwon on the only three seats left. The seven 'teenagers' sat around the circular table in the following order: Paris, Dave, Tristan, James, Rory, Sarah and Madeline.
"Hey." Paris greeted the new arrivals and then began to introduce the guests. "Um, guys this is James and Sarah. James and Sarah this is Dave, Tristan, Rory and Madeline. We all go to Chilton except for Dave."
People began to stand up and get to know each other, shaking hands and exchanging info about themselves. Once everyone was aquianted, they all sat back down again and continued their game of truth and dare. Paris went next.
"Truth or dare?" Paris questioned Madeline.
"Truth."
"Have you or Louise ever kissed or gone out with our cripple here?"
Madeline eyed Tristan who was sitting in his seat playing with his belt.
"Uh, yes." Madeline replied slowly. "Me that is, I'm not talking about Louise."
All eyes were now on Tristan, who was now no longer playing with his belt. His eyes were nervously darting around the room.
"So when was this?" Rory questioned, curious as to when this took place.
"Ask him." Madeline pointed at Tristan.
Reluctanly Tristan answered the question.
"It was like two years ago."
"So did you and Madeline go out or Kiss?" James asked.
"We kissed, but only once."
"What brought about this little episode?" Paris enquired.
"Why bother asking?" Rory cut in. "He's kissed just about all the girls in the grade, so as if he'd remember when or why he kissed Madeline. I mean they weren't even going out."
"Actually I do remember." Tristan defended. "We kissed at a weekend party."
"This conversation sounds really gay now." Madeline commented. "People don't really need to know why we kissed because we all know that Tristan'd kiss just about anyone for just about any reason."
"How would you know?" Tristan argued.
"PLEASE can we not go into this?" Dave questioned exsasperatedly. "This is getting a little outta hand."
"Dave, truth or dare?" Madeline questioned.
"Dare."
"I dare you to kiss Paris."
Paris's face turned a shade of red she had never ever experienced before.
Paris was about to object, but her voice was suffocated as Dave closed the gap between them. The kiss was short and quick but when the couple pulled apart, Rory could see the glint in Paris's eye and the smile creeping up on Dave's face.
Love was in the air.
I hope the length of this chapter, made up for the last. Please review! Feedback appreciated.
~ME~
Author: ~ME~
Rating: PG 13 (just to be safe).
A/N: For those who were wondering, the plan is that Paris and Dave get togther. Oh, thanx SOOOO much for the reviews! Very comforting and encouraging :). One other thing, just let you know that Dean is completely outta the picture. I've scrapped him.
Chapter 9: love was in the air
************************* Saturday morning ************************
*~Luke's Diner~*
"Rory," Loralei whined.
"What is it now?" Rory responded in a bored tone.
"Luke won't let me have coffee! Make him give me some. Please?" Loralei put on her best puppy face.
"LUKE!" Rory shouted in the direction of the kitchen. "Give this insane woman here coffee so that she'll shut-up and stop hassling me!"
A tired looking Luke, clad in his usual checked flanalet shirt and back-to- front baseball cap, strolled out of the kitchen and poured Loralei a cup of coffee without a word. He then strolled straight back into the kitchen without so much as a hello.
"What happened to that old grump?" a now satisfied Loralei questioned no one inparticular.
"He must have realised you were here."
"Now is that the way you should speak to your mother?" Loralei enquired, her voice fun and happy. Her 10th cup of coffee that day was taking its toll on her.
"You should really slow down on the caffine Mum (or 'mom')."
"Wha.?" A delirious and caffine high Loralei questioned.
"Never mind." Rory shook her head.
Just then Rory's cell phone rang.
"Hello?" Rory answered.
"Hi Rory!" A chirpy voice greeted. "It's me, Giselle."
"Oh hi. How'd you get my cell number?"
"Paris gave it to me. I was just wondering if you'd help me do something for Paris."
"What is this 'something for Paris'?"
"I wanna set her up with Dave."
Rory could't help but burst out in laughter at the sound of those words. After regaining composure she went back to her phone call.
"Sorry." Rory apolagised.
"Well anyway, about Paris and Dave. I was wondering, could you slip a note into Paris's locker for me?"
"What sort of note.?"
"Um, just a note."
"Just a note?"
"Oh and a rose."
Rory sighed.
"Fine."
"YES! Thank you Rory, thankyou so much!" Giselle squealed.
"Ok, ok, ok Giselle. Calm down."
"This is going to be so good! I can't wait, I can't wait."
"Breathe Giselle, breathe." Rory reminded.
"Oooh I gotta go do some planning. Bye." Giselle hung up.
"What was so hilarious?" Loralei enquired.
"Just the thought of Paris going out with this guy called Dave."
"Who's Dave?"
"Guy I met last night. He's Tristan's cousin."
"Is he hot?" Loralei asked excitedly.
"Mum, you have sick mind."
"So how was the party last night?"
"It was alright. A little boring though. How was you night?"
"Ugh! Dinner with the parents was like a day with no coffee."
"Must have been pretty bad!"
Loralei nodded her head in agreeance.
Rory looked at her watch and almost choked on the pancake in her mouth.
"Oh damn it!" Rory cursed under her breath. She picked up her handbag and cup of coffee and then ran out the door yelling good-bye to her suprised mother.
She jumped into the Jeep and drove as quickly as she could in the direction of Paris's house, for yet another Franklin meeting.
When Rory arrived outside Paris's house, she saw a limo arriving at the same time as herself. She stopped the car and turned of the engine, then walked up a little closer to the limo. She was curious to see who was inside. To her surprise the drivers door flung open and a man dressed in a tux got out of the car and walked around to the back of the limo. He opened the door carefully and stretched his hand forward to help his passanger out.
And there she was, standing right there staring at Tristan as he was handed his crutches.
"Waiting for me were you Mary? Couldn't you bear the seperation?" Tristan teased.
"You sicken me Tirstan. I thought you were pissed at me. Why suddenly the change of heart?"
Tristan shrugged his shoulders and went back to one of his favourite hobbies, annoying Rory.
"Aren't you gonna give me a kiss and tell me how much you love me and missed me?"
"Maybe that fall did more than just give you a concussion Tristan. I'm starting to see side affects."
"Oh you wound me Mary. Why oh why do you inflict upon me such pains?"
"Move." Rory pointed in the direction of Paris's gates.
Reluctantly Tristan moved in the direction of Paris's house. Rory pressed on the intercom and was greeted by the usual maid's voice.
"Name?"
"Rory and Tristan."
The gates unlocked and Rory opnened them up and let Tristan and then herself in. She watched Tristan struggle with his crutches as he walked up the path leading to Paris's front door. When the two of then were only halfway up the path, the front door opened and Paris looked out.
"Hurry up cripple!" She yelled out the door.
"For that I'm gonna walk extra slow." He shouted back.
"You wouldn't dare." Paris challenged.
"What makes you think that?"
"Tristan just doesn't do things like that."
"Don't' I?"
"No you don't."
"I wouldn't be so sure."
"Well I am, especially since you're standing right infont of me now. I win!"
"Move aside Paris," Tristan commanded, "The cripple needs to enter."
"Ha! So you admit you're a cripple!"
"When did I ever deny it?"
"You two are impossible." Rory stated the obvious truth.
"We're working in the living room today." Announced Paris.
"You just had to choose the room that's the furthest to walk to didn't you?" Tristan complained.
"What ever Tristan." Paris brushed the comment aside.
"Oh by the way Paris, I invited Dave along later as well, 'cause he's supposed to be stayin with my family while his parents are away." Tristan informed Paris.
"I've invited some other people as well." Paris told Tristan and Rory. "Well, rather my parents did."
"Who?" Qustioned Rory.
"You know that new family who's moving in? Well they're coming to Chilton, so Mum invited them for dinner this evening."
"You mean the family Lousie was talking about the other day?" Rory quieried.
"Yeah." Paris answered.
"We're not staying for dinner, so what does this have to do with us then?" Tristan asked.
"When Mum realised you two were coming for a meeting this afternoon, she invited the two 'kids' to come early and meet the two of you. She wanted them to be familiar with more people when thaty started at a new school."
"Goody." Rory commented sarcasticly.
"Let's start or we'll run outta time." Paris reminded. "I finished that article on the debate thing so today we need to write something on the up coming school dance."
"Not interested." Tristan said flatly.
"Same here." Rory gave Paris a sorry facial expression.
"I can't write this on my own you two. I haven't even been to a school dance before!"
"Tough." Tristan replied without mercy.
"Fine then. I'll just have to ask someone else to write it. Well then what do you wanna do in the mean time then?"
*Knock knock*
There was a knock on the door and then Madeline strolled in.
"Hi Paris." Madeline greeeted. "What the hec's going on here?"
"Franklin."
"Oh. Hi Rory, hi Tristan."
"Hey." Rory and Tristan replied in unision.
"So, can I help?"
"We've decided not to do the story after all. We're sitting here trying to decide what to do." Paris explained to Madeline.
"Let's play truth and dare." Madeline pulled up a chair and sat down.
Rory and Paris exchanged worried looks while Tristan just smirked and smiled to himself.
"You go first Tristan." Madeline ordered.
"Hmmm. Paris."
Rory let out a relieved sigh. Tristan continued.
"Truth or dare?"
"I never said I was playing."
"Don't' be a spoil sport Paris." Madeline told Paris.
"Fine. Dare."
"I dare you. to tell your butler that you love him."
"What's so bad about that?" Rory questioned.
"Paris's butler is old, mean, repulsive and Paris loathes him." Tristan explained.
"I am not going to tell Fred that I love him." Paris answered flatly.
The butler coinsadently poked his head around the door.
"I'm sorry to disturb you little tea party Miss Gellar, but I think I heard my name."
"Miss Gellar has something to tell you." Informed Tristan.
Fred looked expectantly at Paris.
"Fred, Tristan here is gay and told me to tell you that he has the hots for you. Oh, he also siad you had a cute toosh." A smile spread across Paris's face.
"I am not gay Fred. She's just making it up." Asssured Tristan.
Fred looked at Madeline and Rory, and gave them a questioning look.
"Yeah. He's gay." Rory confirmed.
Fred swung around to look at Tristan and gave him a disgusted look.
"Master Tristan, you are very rude!" Then Fred marched out of the room with his head held high.
"Paris, you will pay for that eventually!" Tristan asssured.
"This game is boring," Madeline complained. "We need more guys."
"Don't I make up for the lack of males?" Tristan questioned suggestively.
"But you have a broken ankle and need crutches." Madeline reminded.
"But that doesn't mean necsisarily that I'm insufficient does it?"
"Depends what area you're talking about."
"Alright, I think we've heard quite enough." Rory interupted.
Paris gave her a grateful facial expression. Fred walked in to the room once again and announced the arrival of some guests.
"Mr David Dugrey, Mr James Fitzgerald and Miss Sarah Fitzgerald to see you Miss Gellar."
"Let them in Fred." Paris ordered.
The three guests wandered into the room and sat dwon on the only three seats left. The seven 'teenagers' sat around the circular table in the following order: Paris, Dave, Tristan, James, Rory, Sarah and Madeline.
"Hey." Paris greeted the new arrivals and then began to introduce the guests. "Um, guys this is James and Sarah. James and Sarah this is Dave, Tristan, Rory and Madeline. We all go to Chilton except for Dave."
People began to stand up and get to know each other, shaking hands and exchanging info about themselves. Once everyone was aquianted, they all sat back down again and continued their game of truth and dare. Paris went next.
"Truth or dare?" Paris questioned Madeline.
"Truth."
"Have you or Louise ever kissed or gone out with our cripple here?"
Madeline eyed Tristan who was sitting in his seat playing with his belt.
"Uh, yes." Madeline replied slowly. "Me that is, I'm not talking about Louise."
All eyes were now on Tristan, who was now no longer playing with his belt. His eyes were nervously darting around the room.
"So when was this?" Rory questioned, curious as to when this took place.
"Ask him." Madeline pointed at Tristan.
Reluctanly Tristan answered the question.
"It was like two years ago."
"So did you and Madeline go out or Kiss?" James asked.
"We kissed, but only once."
"What brought about this little episode?" Paris enquired.
"Why bother asking?" Rory cut in. "He's kissed just about all the girls in the grade, so as if he'd remember when or why he kissed Madeline. I mean they weren't even going out."
"Actually I do remember." Tristan defended. "We kissed at a weekend party."
"This conversation sounds really gay now." Madeline commented. "People don't really need to know why we kissed because we all know that Tristan'd kiss just about anyone for just about any reason."
"How would you know?" Tristan argued.
"PLEASE can we not go into this?" Dave questioned exsasperatedly. "This is getting a little outta hand."
"Dave, truth or dare?" Madeline questioned.
"Dare."
"I dare you to kiss Paris."
Paris's face turned a shade of red she had never ever experienced before.
Paris was about to object, but her voice was suffocated as Dave closed the gap between them. The kiss was short and quick but when the couple pulled apart, Rory could see the glint in Paris's eye and the smile creeping up on Dave's face.
Love was in the air.
I hope the length of this chapter, made up for the last. Please review! Feedback appreciated.
~ME~
