Chapter 5 - First date and handcuffs
Jess kept looking at the phone, it seemed to be teasing him, yelling at him, calling to him, 'you know you want to, call her, call her' it taunted. "shut up!" he said. He can't believe this he was listening to a talking phone. Ok so it wasn't EXACTLY talking but it was close enough, he knew he should but what if she didn't feel the same way, he couldn't take that, not 2 in this amount of time. But then if he never tried he'd never know, he might not get hurt, but he might miss the chance of not getting hurt. Slowly he picked up the phone 555- he started he was about to hang up when the phone yelled back 'CHICKEN' that's it he was not going to look like a coward infront of a damn piece of plastic as he finished the last few numbers -3981. **Ring** 'come on, pick up please be home I can't keep doing this to my self.' **Ring** 'off all the time to not be home, this is not one of them, please pick up. **Ring** 'ok one more ring and I'm hanging up' he thought.
"Hello"
"Paris? This is Jess"
"Oh, hey what's up?" OHMYGOD he's calling me, what is this, did Rory put him up to this because is she did, oh I'll kill her. Maybe she didn't I'm sure she's to busy to take notice of him. What does he want? Ohhh...
"Nothing, I was just wondering if.." He trailed off what if she said no why did things have to be so hard its so confusing.
"If, what?" she asked, she didn't want to sound desspreat but she had grown to like him he was a really sweet guy, and she knew that Tristan was no longer there for her and it was time to move on.
"ifyou'dliketogooutwithmesometime." He said all in one breath, why was this so much harder then it seemed, its just a few words, responded to with a 'yes' or 'no' from the person you were asking, yet...it held his heart in those few words it could make or break him.
"I'm sorry you said that kind of fast, could you say it a little more slowly?" she asked, she thought she knew what he said, but she couldn't believe it, it just didn't seem real, why of all people would he be asking her out it made no sense.
"I asked, if..you'd like to go out with me tomorrow night?" he said, why was he acting so shy, actually letting his emotions get the best of him. The Jess he had gotten to know, had left the building all do to a little brunette that had changed his life so drastically it scared even himself.
"Yes," she sighed into the phone, "that sounds great, I'll come to stars hollow at around 5ish?" she said, more of a statement then a question.
"Sounds great to me, I'll see ya then, Bye Paris." He said
"Bye" at that they hung up the phone, Jess just wanted to jump up and down with pomm pomm's which he knew would scare him more then anyone watching.
************* "Hello?" Rory said she had been looking for the phone, and hoped she'd find it before the person had hung up, she was a little busy at first and barley heard it ringing, until Tristan kindly pointed that small fact out to her. She found the phone under clothing under the couch cushion. How the clothing got there she still had no idea.
"Rory?" Paris asked anxiously.
"Yea Paris, what's up?" she said swatting at Tristan's hand that started snaking around her waist and tugging at the hemline of her shirt.
"Rory, I .. I need help" she stammered at the last line, she wasn't to good at asking help especially from Rory.
"What is it?" Rory asked this was a first. Then she tried to muffle a giggle when Tristan started kissing her neck. She hit him with a pillow and walked into the bathroom and locked the door. "I'd love to help you in anyway I can."
"Well, could you come over and help me pick out something to wear before my date with Jess?" she breathed out she still couldn't believe she was actually going on a date with him.
"Sure, but I think we'd have better luck in my closet why don't you come over after school with me tomorrow, and I'll help you get ready. That way you don't have the long drive to mess up your outfit." She smiled to herself, she knew having Jess over the other night was a smart thing, and she was glad, even though she didn't like him in a more then friend kind of way, he meant a lot to her and she wanted him happy.
"Ok, sounds good, well I have to go now, bye."
"Bye" Rory walked out of the bathroom into her bedroom seeing Tristan on the edge of the bed where she had left him, she quietly crept up behind him and put her slender arms around his neck, giving him a kiss on the cheek. "that wasn't very nice, Bible boy." She said shaking a finger at him.
He completely ignored her comment. "what did she want?" he asked pulling Rory around the bed and placing her in his lap, and started stroking her hair like she was a puppy.
"That pretty boy is none of your business." She said with and evil smile on her face.
"So...You think I'm pretty?" he asked
"Of course not, it's a nicer way of saying, blonde- rich -white- boy." She smiled up at him.
"Why can't you admit it Mary?" he asked tickling her.
"I would admit if I had something to admit to" she said trying not to laugh. She couldn't take it anymore. "Stop that," she said pulling his arm away, wish wasn't easy.
"Not until you admit to that fact that you think I'm hot, and you constantly think about me, and have fantasy's that involve, you me and wipped cream?" he said now tickling her with his other hand.
"NEVER!" she screamed trying to get up out of his grasp, but he was to quick for her and grabbed her by the waist. She grabbed the nearest pillow and throw it at him. "I WILL NEVER ADIMT TO SUCH A FALSEHOOD!" she screamed again in between fits of giggles. He hadn't stopped tickling her and she couldn't get away from him.
"SAY IT! Say it!" he said once more.
"OK, OK, UNCLE! I think your hot and have fantasy's about you and wipped cream!" she screamed, Tristan then stopped, that's what I thought.
Just then Lorile's head popped up around the door, "what was this I heard about wipped cream?" she asked laughing, she heard the entire conversation and had to admit it was almost as amusing as listening to herself and Luke.
"OH, hi mom" she said blushing slightly.
"Now Tristan how could you say such a thing about my innocent little daughter?" she said faking concern.
"I.." Then he saw her laughing.
"With out mentioning the choclate syrup?" she laughed out.
"MOM!! EWW GROSS DON'T GIVE HIM IDEAS."
"To late now Mary, the wheels are turning, ideas begging to form." He smirked pulling her closer to him.
"WILL YOU EVER STOP CALLING ME MARY?" she asked.
"No, I think I will keep on calling you that. It's a habit, and I have all these horrible nick names from you two, that I think I get to call you something!" he said laying out his argument.
"Fine, Devil Boy." She said sticking out her tongue! "But once the handcuffs are on, we'll see what you'll be saying!" with that she bounded out of the room!
Tristan sat there in shock then looked over at Lorile. "Did I just hear what I thought I heard?" he asked.
"Yup," she smiled knowing Rory wouldn't be doing that, not any time soon anyway. "Like mother like daughter!" she liked tourturing Tristan, it was fun and he was great to be around, she knew that Rory needed someone like him around. He got up and walked to the kitchen where Rory was standing next to the coffee pot and arguing with it.
"Now listen to me, Igor, you give me coffee and you give me coffee now!" she said frustrated. It was broken again, she'd have to go to Luke's to get coffee. Tristan walked up behind her and spun her around.
"Why Mary, I never heard you speak that way, what Were you talking about?" he asked smirking.
"That's for me to know and for you to find out!" she said liking the look of amazment on his face.
"Is it possible that I'm rubbing off on you?" he asked.
"I go the EGO Disease?" she screamed! "NOOO not that! Its hard enough getting you through a door with the size of your head, but if mine got that big, well we'd just have to start walking through things side ways, to save people the trouble of pushing us through the door way." She said teasing him.
"Funny very funny." he said "at least I know how to work a stupid coffee maker!" he said, sometimes she got down right dirty in these battles and he had to fight fire with....fire.
"I do so know how to work Igor, he's just not being nice right now, sounds like someone else I know." She replied. The smile was quickly taken off her face at the rapid intake of breath when Tristan comfortably placed his lips firmly on hers.
"How's that for nice?" he said at her shocked look.
"We need coffee, come one time to go to Luke's. The time has come for you to meet my coffee supplier." uh oh, he thought he was a little bit nervouse, he swalloed trying to push down the lump in his throat as he took his first steps out the door..
~*~*~*~* A/N- hope you like that chapter, cause I'm going a way for 3 weeks, and you probably won't be getting any more unless I feel like writing in the next 2 days. *evil laugh* if you would like me to write more click the little button and tell me! You know you want to its calling out to you. CLICK ME CLICK ME! Thanx, well enjoy the long weeks with out me.just kidding...toodles XoXo
Jess kept looking at the phone, it seemed to be teasing him, yelling at him, calling to him, 'you know you want to, call her, call her' it taunted. "shut up!" he said. He can't believe this he was listening to a talking phone. Ok so it wasn't EXACTLY talking but it was close enough, he knew he should but what if she didn't feel the same way, he couldn't take that, not 2 in this amount of time. But then if he never tried he'd never know, he might not get hurt, but he might miss the chance of not getting hurt. Slowly he picked up the phone 555- he started he was about to hang up when the phone yelled back 'CHICKEN' that's it he was not going to look like a coward infront of a damn piece of plastic as he finished the last few numbers -3981. **Ring** 'come on, pick up please be home I can't keep doing this to my self.' **Ring** 'off all the time to not be home, this is not one of them, please pick up. **Ring** 'ok one more ring and I'm hanging up' he thought.
"Hello"
"Paris? This is Jess"
"Oh, hey what's up?" OHMYGOD he's calling me, what is this, did Rory put him up to this because is she did, oh I'll kill her. Maybe she didn't I'm sure she's to busy to take notice of him. What does he want? Ohhh...
"Nothing, I was just wondering if.." He trailed off what if she said no why did things have to be so hard its so confusing.
"If, what?" she asked, she didn't want to sound desspreat but she had grown to like him he was a really sweet guy, and she knew that Tristan was no longer there for her and it was time to move on.
"ifyou'dliketogooutwithmesometime." He said all in one breath, why was this so much harder then it seemed, its just a few words, responded to with a 'yes' or 'no' from the person you were asking, yet...it held his heart in those few words it could make or break him.
"I'm sorry you said that kind of fast, could you say it a little more slowly?" she asked, she thought she knew what he said, but she couldn't believe it, it just didn't seem real, why of all people would he be asking her out it made no sense.
"I asked, if..you'd like to go out with me tomorrow night?" he said, why was he acting so shy, actually letting his emotions get the best of him. The Jess he had gotten to know, had left the building all do to a little brunette that had changed his life so drastically it scared even himself.
"Yes," she sighed into the phone, "that sounds great, I'll come to stars hollow at around 5ish?" she said, more of a statement then a question.
"Sounds great to me, I'll see ya then, Bye Paris." He said
"Bye" at that they hung up the phone, Jess just wanted to jump up and down with pomm pomm's which he knew would scare him more then anyone watching.
************* "Hello?" Rory said she had been looking for the phone, and hoped she'd find it before the person had hung up, she was a little busy at first and barley heard it ringing, until Tristan kindly pointed that small fact out to her. She found the phone under clothing under the couch cushion. How the clothing got there she still had no idea.
"Rory?" Paris asked anxiously.
"Yea Paris, what's up?" she said swatting at Tristan's hand that started snaking around her waist and tugging at the hemline of her shirt.
"Rory, I .. I need help" she stammered at the last line, she wasn't to good at asking help especially from Rory.
"What is it?" Rory asked this was a first. Then she tried to muffle a giggle when Tristan started kissing her neck. She hit him with a pillow and walked into the bathroom and locked the door. "I'd love to help you in anyway I can."
"Well, could you come over and help me pick out something to wear before my date with Jess?" she breathed out she still couldn't believe she was actually going on a date with him.
"Sure, but I think we'd have better luck in my closet why don't you come over after school with me tomorrow, and I'll help you get ready. That way you don't have the long drive to mess up your outfit." She smiled to herself, she knew having Jess over the other night was a smart thing, and she was glad, even though she didn't like him in a more then friend kind of way, he meant a lot to her and she wanted him happy.
"Ok, sounds good, well I have to go now, bye."
"Bye" Rory walked out of the bathroom into her bedroom seeing Tristan on the edge of the bed where she had left him, she quietly crept up behind him and put her slender arms around his neck, giving him a kiss on the cheek. "that wasn't very nice, Bible boy." She said shaking a finger at him.
He completely ignored her comment. "what did she want?" he asked pulling Rory around the bed and placing her in his lap, and started stroking her hair like she was a puppy.
"That pretty boy is none of your business." She said with and evil smile on her face.
"So...You think I'm pretty?" he asked
"Of course not, it's a nicer way of saying, blonde- rich -white- boy." She smiled up at him.
"Why can't you admit it Mary?" he asked tickling her.
"I would admit if I had something to admit to" she said trying not to laugh. She couldn't take it anymore. "Stop that," she said pulling his arm away, wish wasn't easy.
"Not until you admit to that fact that you think I'm hot, and you constantly think about me, and have fantasy's that involve, you me and wipped cream?" he said now tickling her with his other hand.
"NEVER!" she screamed trying to get up out of his grasp, but he was to quick for her and grabbed her by the waist. She grabbed the nearest pillow and throw it at him. "I WILL NEVER ADIMT TO SUCH A FALSEHOOD!" she screamed again in between fits of giggles. He hadn't stopped tickling her and she couldn't get away from him.
"SAY IT! Say it!" he said once more.
"OK, OK, UNCLE! I think your hot and have fantasy's about you and wipped cream!" she screamed, Tristan then stopped, that's what I thought.
Just then Lorile's head popped up around the door, "what was this I heard about wipped cream?" she asked laughing, she heard the entire conversation and had to admit it was almost as amusing as listening to herself and Luke.
"OH, hi mom" she said blushing slightly.
"Now Tristan how could you say such a thing about my innocent little daughter?" she said faking concern.
"I.." Then he saw her laughing.
"With out mentioning the choclate syrup?" she laughed out.
"MOM!! EWW GROSS DON'T GIVE HIM IDEAS."
"To late now Mary, the wheels are turning, ideas begging to form." He smirked pulling her closer to him.
"WILL YOU EVER STOP CALLING ME MARY?" she asked.
"No, I think I will keep on calling you that. It's a habit, and I have all these horrible nick names from you two, that I think I get to call you something!" he said laying out his argument.
"Fine, Devil Boy." She said sticking out her tongue! "But once the handcuffs are on, we'll see what you'll be saying!" with that she bounded out of the room!
Tristan sat there in shock then looked over at Lorile. "Did I just hear what I thought I heard?" he asked.
"Yup," she smiled knowing Rory wouldn't be doing that, not any time soon anyway. "Like mother like daughter!" she liked tourturing Tristan, it was fun and he was great to be around, she knew that Rory needed someone like him around. He got up and walked to the kitchen where Rory was standing next to the coffee pot and arguing with it.
"Now listen to me, Igor, you give me coffee and you give me coffee now!" she said frustrated. It was broken again, she'd have to go to Luke's to get coffee. Tristan walked up behind her and spun her around.
"Why Mary, I never heard you speak that way, what Were you talking about?" he asked smirking.
"That's for me to know and for you to find out!" she said liking the look of amazment on his face.
"Is it possible that I'm rubbing off on you?" he asked.
"I go the EGO Disease?" she screamed! "NOOO not that! Its hard enough getting you through a door with the size of your head, but if mine got that big, well we'd just have to start walking through things side ways, to save people the trouble of pushing us through the door way." She said teasing him.
"Funny very funny." he said "at least I know how to work a stupid coffee maker!" he said, sometimes she got down right dirty in these battles and he had to fight fire with....fire.
"I do so know how to work Igor, he's just not being nice right now, sounds like someone else I know." She replied. The smile was quickly taken off her face at the rapid intake of breath when Tristan comfortably placed his lips firmly on hers.
"How's that for nice?" he said at her shocked look.
"We need coffee, come one time to go to Luke's. The time has come for you to meet my coffee supplier." uh oh, he thought he was a little bit nervouse, he swalloed trying to push down the lump in his throat as he took his first steps out the door..
~*~*~*~* A/N- hope you like that chapter, cause I'm going a way for 3 weeks, and you probably won't be getting any more unless I feel like writing in the next 2 days. *evil laugh* if you would like me to write more click the little button and tell me! You know you want to its calling out to you. CLICK ME CLICK ME! Thanx, well enjoy the long weeks with out me.just kidding...toodles XoXo
